Blindsight

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Hello! This is a backstory reference thing for me and sometimes other people about my main oc, (original character) Blindsight! I'm currently trying to get to just twelve chapters, but I might do more. Most updates will be on weekdays, though some minor edits will happen on weekends. If you've managed to find this page, feel free to read it. Just so you know, Blindsight lives in an Au and stuff. Comments are appreciated, please tell me about any grammar or spelling mistakes; or just about the story in general. (Edit: AHH GOD- I still have no idea how many people have read this :'D) Sorry for the short introduction, lol. -BlindsighttheNightwing
== Prologue ==
Bluejay hid, their scales slowly vanishing as they tried to mach the dismal grey of the rebel hideout. They had to find Roots, or Seaweed, or someone. Jay hissed quietly, a signal to their friends that they were here, as well as others. Jay grunted when no one answered. Had they been captured by the skywings? Had they been killed by the skywings? No, they probably kicked the skywing guards' butts. Jay looked around the large grey stone that was blocking their view, and saw a sudden rush of red scales. Skywings, they immediately returned to their hiding spot, even if they were invisible, skywings were said to have incredible hearing. Jay felt a rush of panic, had they seen the glimmer of blue scales? Or was it Root's usual brown color? The anticipation was killing Jay, they had to know what had happened to their friends. They risked another glance, but saw only three, clearly agitated skywings wearing a strange black armor that covered everything but their eyes, legs, and tails. There was no chance of the brown rainwing or green seawing among their glimmering red scales, and the other rebels were being led by Sidewinder on a mission for food and fresh water. Suddenly, the largest of the guards spoke, his voice deep and even slightly raspy, "Well? Where are they? Ambience is getting impatient, and I don't want to be punished," he hissed, pointing to the dry brush around the camp. "Light that up, It'll scare the rebels out." He barked, and when none of the other two skywings lit it up, he did it himself. Fire burst into the camp, burning everything in its wake. How could they? This was the home to innocent dragons, dragonets even! Jay screeched, suddenly materializing behind the large skywing. Jay twisted over his head and opened their mouth, spitting black venom into the skywing's eyes. He screeched, clawing and scratching, trying to rip off his face to cease the sizzling pain. But he released his final breaths in the few seconds that he had faced the rainwing head on. The other guards reacted quicker than their superior, and lunged for Jay with their silver spears in hand. Bluejay suffered a large tear in their back, but the other guards tripped and landed head first in the now blazing fire. Jay's ears filled with the screaming of the dragons, and when they faced the last remaining skywing, they weren't even slightly tired, in fact, they were fueled by anger and hatred for the skywings. They had burnt the rebel's home. They had killed dragons for no reason. They deserved this fate. Fate by the orange talons of Jay. In the next minute, the last skywing was thrown into the fire, their armor did it's best to protect ruby scales, but that didn't stop raging fire from seeping into the cracks of the armor, burning away once beautiful scales into a sorrowful pile of ash and burning bones. Jay realized how hazardous the fire was, what would the food party do when they found their home burnt? Would they blame it on Jay? No, Jay couldn't breathe fire. Nor could Roots of Seaweed. Jay flew up, their wings making the only sound besides crackling fire. They had to find Roots, or Seaweed, or anyone.
= Chapter One =
== Dinner in the House of the Miserable ==
Blindsight had never seen anything, and from the moment he was born he knew his parents disliked that fact. Though they had acted the part of loving parents, singing him lullabies and telling him stories before bed; he knew they wouldn't hesitate to give him away for a dragonet with normal sight. He sighed, entering his cold cave. "So many things to do and so little time," his mother had said to him a few hours before. Blindsight hadn't taken that notion very far, as his parents normally arranged everything; all he had to do was sit, look elegant, and hide the fact he was blind. That's all he had to do when some random dragon came over, no exceptions. Blindsight didn't have a problem with the last one, but even then his parents had made him wear glasses to hide his gossy blue eyes from the guests that came over to their cold cave every so often. Sometimes he wondered who they were, and at one point he bundled up enough courage to ask his father who had been coming over. Blindsight was told they were relatives, and on other occasions his parents had described elegant nobles with all the riches and power they could ever need. Though the nobles had never actually been described to him verbally, all his parents did was give him an image in their minds and then he knew. Thats how many things were described to him, some of them on purpose and others accidently, but he could read minds! He thought it was a cool thing, his parents thought it was nosy and rude of him to snoop into someone's mind and intrude in on their thoughts. 
He returned to reality and his small cave as his mother called him from the central dining room, or at least he assumed it was coming from there. He stumbled through the vast halls he hadn't quite memorized, stumbling on a rock or two along the way. He almost crashed into his mother as he entered, and he only knew this because of the air that suddenly whipped across Blindsight's gray face, a warning that his mother was in a bad mood. "Sorry," she grunted, "guests are late, should be here by now. I gave them the exact time and place, and somehow they end up late. Never inviting them over for dinner again." She growled, imagining two dark gray nightwings with black underbellies that had hints of dark green being torn apart by vultures. That was his mother's way of being angry, thinking up cruel deaths for dragons. Vultures was one he had seen in her thoughts many times, just like dismemberments and beheadings. is mother could make up a cruel death in seconds without removing the smile on her face, that was what his father's mind had told him at the last dinner. Blindsight sighed, feeling for his seat at the table. He stopped when he felt words carved into a smooth wooden curve, the same wooden curve that he had felt many times before. Slowly settling down into his chair, he searched for his mother's thoughts. He was successful, as his mother seemed too preoccupied to worry about guarding her thoughts, and hence he finally knew their three strange visitors, or at least what they looked like. One of which was a short skywing- Blindsight was assuming this one was a dragonet- with scarlet red scales that seemed to have pale orange undertones, another was a tall, menacing female dragon who towered over her child and husband; lastly, the father of the short dragonet was a bright orange skywing with a tail that seemed to be more yellowish than the rest of his scales. It was a curious thing that his mother was inviting a different tribe, but it helped Blindsight a lot, he could finally invision skywings correctly! His mother had described all the tribes to him when he was little, but his mind reading ability was weaker then, and he had only been able to catch glimpses of red scales and large wings. Finally, he knew not only what one tribe looked like, but two! It was a large accomplishment for him at least. Mother grunted again, her impatience getting the best of her. "Might as well cancel the dinner if they're going to be this late-" She was cut off by sudden wingbeats at the cave entrance, and Blindsight had been notified that there were now three more dragons in the cave. "Very sorry we're late, Whitewings, the little brat took his time trying to convince us not to come." The new dragon had a motherly feeling to Blindsight, and her thoughts were almost the same as his own mother's; angry and full of resent. Blindsight shuffled uncomfortably in his chair, trying to hang onto her mother's picture of the family. "It's quite alright, Cordillera," mother yawned, waving off the notion like it was a mere fly. Blindsight could tell his mother had plastered a large smile onto her face, as she continued cheerfully, "I'll have dinner on the table in just a second!" She sang, and skipped away to the kitchen to retrieve the grand dinner she always prepared for visitors. The group of dragons sat in awkward silence, it was usually his mother who came up with clever conversations when his father was working in Queen Allseeing's grand palace, so they sat in a pool of tension until his mother came back into the room. Blindsight smelled warm stew, chicken, and various different meats. He wanted to hoard all of the food and take it to his small, comfortable bedroom where no one made him wear glasses to hide his eyes. But the dinner continued, with mother doing what she did best: Talking. "So, Copper, how has your business been?" Mother asked what Blindsight though was the father figure, "Oh- What?" He stammered, his thoughts turning to a confused mess, "Your business, dear." Cordillera sighed, her voice bored. "Oh! Yes- my business!" The dragon sounded like he had almost jumped out of his chair, "we've had many, many customers so far, everyone wants a pet nowadays, I get requests for scavengers sometimes! Dragons can be the strangest things." He said, seeming more like a dragonet than a fully grown dragon. This dragon owned an exotic pets business? That was odd, he seemed like the type of dragon that would be a writer, or possibly the annoying librarian that sends scrolls asking for books back two days before it was actually due. But no, he owned a business that sold strange pets to all different tribes. What a strange life that would be, he thought, trying hard to keep to his own thoughts. He failed, miserably. Blindsight shuddered when he seeped into Cordillera's thought process, her brain was filled with images of what had happened at her own cave before dinner. He then decided he would try to think louder than the other's thoughts to tune them out. This method succeeded slightly, and he managed to stop the waterfall of thoughts that had been crashing into him. "So, Mindseer, your mother says that you go to a very expensive school.. We're planning to send Meteor to a nightwing school just so they can try to get knowledge into his thick little skull." Cordillera said, seeming to be speaking to Blindsight. Why had his mother told her that his name was Mindseer? Why had she said he went to a school? But he knew he had to go along with his mother's lie or he'd be lectured about something. Blindsight stumbled for words, and managed a small peep, "I go to Starmind..." He squeaked, trying to make up a fancy sounding name ".. Starminds, Knowledge and Arts Academy." He finished, relieved that Cordillera's mind clarified that she believed his made up school. He suddenly panicked, what was he saying? What if the skywing began asking him questions about school? He had never been to school, especially not a fancy one! Panic wiped his brain clean of any intelligent thoughts, almost making him jump out of his chair. Cordillera seemed to decide that Blindsight wasn't of any concern, and turned back to his mother. "Whitewings, did you know Queen Ambience once had a relationship with a nightwing? Everyone in the skywing kingdom is talking about it! Good thing they divorced, or there would be riots. But some dragons think they might've had a dragonet! I honestly doubt that though, Ambience normally kills her dragonets anyways. " She said, and a banging noise came from her side of the stone table. Blindsight took a second to process the sentence. The skywing queen killed her dragonets? But why was Cordillera acting like it was normal? Killing off your dragonets was horrible! Blindsight shuddered at the thought of a dead dragonet, he could never survive the guilt of hurting someone, let alone killing someone. "How particular, if I was queen I'd probably ban hybrids, no need for crossbreeds anywhere," she hissed "some dragons really need to learn that hybrids are horrible things and should be BANNED in ALL of the kingdoms." His mother didn't seem angry, but simply agitated by the mention of crossbreeds. Her reasoning about how hybrids were bad had no logic behind it, but Blindsight knew if he ver defied her he might as well be digging his own grave. By the time he was two, he knew that his mother would not take anything lightly, and would hate anything that was remotely different from what is was supposed to be. He didn't know why, as she had never given him the answer to this. "Miss Cordillera, may be excused?" A young voice burst through the tense silence in the cave, and blindsight knew this was the skywing child. Why had he called his own mother miss? He tried to find the young dragon's thoughts, but they were all silent hum. Strange, he thought, maybe this dragon was more than he seemed. Could he have a magical ability that blocked mindreading, or possibly an item that shielded his thoughts. He heard Cordillera grunt something about how rude Meteor was, but no one else at the table seemed to mind. "Children, both of you are excused, go play outside or something." Whitewings said dully, her voice and mind filled with a constant rain of boredom. He heard the scrape of wooden chair against stone floor as Meteor got up. He stumbled up and out of his own chair, searching his mother's mind for a map of the grand dining room. When he found it, he walked next to Meteor, tying his best to look not-blind. "So, your name is Mindseer?" He mumbled, his voice loud and clear now that they were out of the dining room. "Yes it is-" He was interrupted by Meteor suddenly whipping towards him, "can you actually read minds?" He blurted, the question had clearly been on his tongue the moment they had met, as the eagerness behind it was endless. "Yes I can," Blindsight murmured, kicking something small off the small ledge at the entrance of the cave. "Don't like snails, that's good to know," Meteor said, his thoughts still a soft humming that echoed through Blindsight's head. "Why do you say that?" He asked, now fiddling with his tail. "You just kicked a snail shell off a forty foot drop. At least I think It's forty feet, maybe I should go check.." The skywing seemed to be rather energetic compared to his mother and father, and Blindsight sensed that he was smarter than either of them thought he was; if he knew how to magically block his thoughts, then he must be smart. "Yup, I think it's about forty feet," he interjected, and although Blindsight knew that Meteor was here, he almost jumped at the sudden sound of his voice. "Alright, let's stop talking about a cliff- please," he mumbled, once again fiddling with his tail. "Okay, here's a topic, what do you do at 'Starminds, Knowledge and Arts Academy?'" He yawned, gently prodding Blindsight with his tail. Blindsight thought a second, thinking up a name was hard enough, but saying what he did at an imaginary school was too much for him to handle. A sudden thought burst into his head, a through of panic. His mother would catch him! She would find him out and punish him! But she couldn't expect her dragonet to carry the forever burden of a lie, could she? Blindsight felt dizzy, but he had to blurt out the truth, "I don't actually go to school, if I did it would be really cool; but I don't," he murmured, "my mother just said it and I had to-" he was interrupted by laughter, high and shrill laughter. But it wasn't the laughter his father mocked him with when he did something wrong, it was friendly laughter. "I know you don't go to school! Starminds Academy is the dumbest name for a school, EVER!" He laughed, and Blindsight could hear the smile in his voice. "How did you know?" He asked, once again worrying about what his mother would do to him if she figured out he had been discovered. "I just did," Meteor seemed to shrug off the nightwing's questions, answering with the simplest replies possible. " You just 'did'?" Blindsight reached out to feel Meteor, but ended up feeling cold, hard stone instead. Now feeling like an idiot, he recoiled, hoping Meteor hadn't seen. But he continued laughing, and Blindsight joined him in a chorus of giggles. He felt as if he would somehow see this energetic skywing again, not at a lousy dinner his mother had prepared.. But somewhere else. He didn't know why, but he felt it, and for some reason he hoped for it. He had only known this dragon for a few minutes, but that was enough for him to decide whether or not he liked Meteor or not. 
Hours passed by, and the dragonets talked. They talked for a while, and no one could stop it. Their meeting was the will of fate and fate itself. Some would call it a pure coincidence, simple luck that they had met; others would look over them, a skywing and a nightwing could be friends, just not for too long. But as the dragonets said their goodbyes, and the skywing family left, Blindsight couldn't help but think of Meteor. Meteor, the dragon who could block his mind reading! The idea of that seemed cool the him. No one but himself allowed into his thoughts, and he didn't even have to worry about visiting nightwings and having his thoughts stolen. Blindsight admired the fact he was brave and kind and.. Probably smart. He didn't care what the skywing's parents said about their son. He knew it wasn't true. He also knew that the chances of he two dragonets seeing eachother again were slim, but he would fight against those odds. He would still probably loose, but at least he would try. 
= Chapter Two =
== Strange dreams & Stranger Letters ==
Blindsight swept into his cave, collapsing onto a soft blanket that covered his fall. Sleep crept over him, taking over his thoughts and body. Though it took awhile for him to actually close his eyes, he twisted and turned as he tried to get into a comfortable position to sleep. He didn't know what was to happen. Unbenounced to Blindsight's conscience, a strange night was about to occur. He didn't usually have dreams when he slept, it was only darkness and peace when he closed his eyes. But in Blindsight's world, he was always closing his eyes, even if they were open. As he gave in to the hands of sleep, he experienced his first dream. This dream was a strange one, but Blindsight had never had a dream before; so he didn't know how to tell if it was strange or not. Nonetheless, fate wished for him to have the dream, no one can defy fate, and so; he did. 
He was running, running for so many reasons, yet none of them he could grasp. He didn't know what he was running from, but didn't dare to look back and see. Running turned to the frantic flapping of wings, but his wings were gone, and from the spots his wings had been torn out crawled termites, slowly eating at his now wooden scales, leaving him to bleed more termites. He screeched, but his voice wasn't his own, and he finally saw something- a cave, caves meant safety, and safety meant he could get away. He ran, trying to shake off the crawling bugs. His scales were normal once again, but he was bleeding blue now. He looked at his icy blue talons. that slowly shifted to a strange orange, then a strikingly beautiful ruby red. He gasped as he was transported to a wonderful golden throne room, full of servants and guards that could help him out. He swept with strange grace to one of the servants, opened his mouth and- he was taken to a scene with a dead dragon, ther head was severed from their body, and despite being dead they continued bleeding endlessly. But a dragon was standing over the brown corpse, a skywing. A skywing with a crown on her head. He stumbled away, now back in the dark cave. But he wasn't alone, there was a strange dragon with a frill looking down upon him with a friendly smile. They seemed to be orange with blue undertones, an their talon was outstretched to help him up. Blindsight accepted this gesture, and as soon as the dragon made contact with him their smile grew wider. He sighed as the dragon opened their mouth to speak, but couldn't. Blindsight did the same thing, but this place simply wouldn't allow him to. He tried to say something again, but this cave seemed to dislike any noise that came from his or the frilled dragon's lips. Finally a noise, but not from either of the two dragons, but from a ruby red dragon. Both of them swiveled around, looking for the maker of the sudden noise. The dragon growled, their ruby scales glinting and wet from the new rain outside of the dry cave. "Dragons, dragons, dragons," she hissed, eyes on the orange dragon, "why do they always end up in the wrong places at the worst of times?" She walks up to the orange dragon, who bares their teeth in an attempt to growl. But as the ruby dragon prowled over, she phased through Blindsight, as if he was simply a spector, a ghost with no purpose in existence. He was only to watch the inevitable, and the ruby dragon made it closer and closer to her prey. "I hate it when I have to get my claws dirty, it's a mess the servants take HOURS to clean up. But then and again, I'm not above it," finally, the cave permitted the frilled dragon to speak. "You can't do this, come on-" but they were interrupted by the menacing click click of talons coming closer. "I just wanted to get rid of the rebellion, is that too much to ask for? And unfortunately, I have reasons to believe you're a rebel. Such a shame, we could have done wonderful things together," she finally got close enough to whisper into the now red dragon's ear. That was strange, the dragon had been a glorious orange before, but now they were somehow red? Blindsight blinked, and the dragon's scales were a red sky clouded with greens splotches of mist. "I wonder what would happen if I were to kill of the head of the rebellion, would to problem go away?" Rebellion leader? There was a rebellion in other kingdoms? Blindsight shuddered, he had never liked the thought of violence, but rebellions were on a whole other level. Wasn't a rebellion the cause of the sandwing throne being taken over by a hybrid? Of course, he had no idea what the hybrids name had been, as his mother refused to talk further about the matter. "I'm not the head!" The now fully red dragon hissed, "Someone else is! I can't tell you their name though- so.." They edged towards the exit, but their opponent stopped them from getting out. "Come on, you can tell me, it would be a painless death for the both of you if you did," she cooed, examining her sharp talons. According to their expression, the red dragon didn't look very appeased by the offer. "I'd prefer not, anyways, BYE-" They managed to maneuver around the skywing, and suddenly, disintegrated into thin air, ther scales slowly becoming transparent, ent then completely invisible. The dragon was gone, and the skywing looked just as confused. Then the skywing began to melt away, ans screams suddenly turned to horrifying shrieks of pain. But as the skywing melted, so did the cave. Everything was disappearing before him, nothing survived the eagerness of conscience, nothing could get away from sudden doom, not even his own body could survive the massacre, nothing could ever survive the waking point. 
Blindsight woke up in a sweat in his cold room, and he felt something rough and sand like on his shoulder. He shuffled over to grab it, and his talons found bumpy parchment. He had never been given a letter before, maybe it was a mistake and the messenger accidentally threw it into his cave, somehow. Blindsight scrambled up to his mother's room, running through halls of cold stone. On his way he ran into someone. This was his father, a tall figure with a strange mind. "Careful, I'm going to see the queen today and I don't want to look bad, go and squabble to your mother if you need anything, but make sure the conversation isn't about me!" he hissed, trailing off to another room to fix his appearance. Blindsight stumbled around, finally finding the place he needed to be. He found his mother's thoughts in the middle of her study, and she was clearly too fixated on something to care that her child had entered the room. "Shoo, Snakespeak, I'm working- oh, it's you." She seemed to spit out the word 'you' bitterly, as if it tasted fowl in her mouth. "Mother, I had a strange dream today, I don't think I've ever had a dream," Blindsight peeped, then recoiled, expecting a slap or a sharp talon from his mother, but no. "What kind of dream?" His mother said, her voice suddenly curious. Blindsight had always thought his family's curiosity with dreams was strange, but when guests came over they shared the same interest of sleep pictures. "I- don't know, it was a dream where I was bleeding termites and-" he decided he didn't want to go into the details of the somewhat horrific dream. "Termites, that's a new one.." His mother began to grumble something under her breath before returning to Blindsight, 'I might have to talk to Interstellar for that one.." She hissed again, and began to reprimand Blindsight for interrupting her while she was working on her "Invention of a the century! We'll get a grand cave near the palace if I complete this, now no distractions." And with that, he was kicked out of his mother's cave. 
But as a small five year old dragonet would, he curiously waited for his mother to return into the kitchen area for her midday treat. He knew this because he had seen it in his mother's eager mind. Whatever machine made her need this snack would have o be an exhausting one to build. He wondered what it could be.. Possibly a new way to send scrolls, maybe dragons wouldn't need messengers anymore when mother was done, or perhaps it could be a wonderful invention that could stop all wars from happening! The last assumption Blindsight hoped for, but it seemed only like a dream's chance that that would happen. His mother wasn't a very peaceful dragon anyways. He sighed, and he finally quit his pacing and sat down, he didn't care if his mother hadn't noticed the scroll and read it to him. He was going to wait until she came here, and hope that she would come fast. What is the letter had an urgent message, or possibly it was only for him to read? But he had never read anything in his life! He didn't even know how to write his own name for star's sake! He got up and began to pace again, bumping into several things as he did. The first thing he assumed was a stubborn rock that had got itself into the cave, and the second would have to be his mother, which could have scared the rock if she wanted to. According to her mind, she was in a bad mood as the machine she was making refused to turn on, or at least that's what Blindsight had found. "Blasted thing, thinks IT'S the boss of ME!" She hissed, gabbing leftover meat from yesterday's dinner. "The boss OF ME? HA! I'd like to see it try," she yelled, and her pride seemed to seep back into her head, echoing triumph and victory against the 'machine'. "Mother, may you read this to me? It was in my bedroom and I-" He held out the scroll, and his mother's thoughts of triumph ceased, " someone wrote to you? Don't they know you can't read.." she hissed, then paused when she saw who the letter was from. "I don't want to see that blasted machine anyways," she snatched the scroll from his talons, looking in up and down. "Listen, because I'm not going to repeat this," she growled, then cleared her throat to begin reading. "Dear Mindseer, I hope you can join Meteor tomorrow as he won't stop nagging us about it, this is our second day in the night kingdom and he claims you are his friend. So, out of pure desperation and childlike hope, he assumed this letter would make it to you, have a decent day, Miss Cordillera." His mother paused, then continued to read the last bit, "ps, your mother's food was decent, we've had better." He could see from his mother's mind that she was probably scowling, but Blindsight almost jumped for joy, Meteor wanted to meet him? For the second time? He was appalled, no one had ever wanted him to come over twice once they had met him. Blindsight's heart suddenly dropped. What if it was a trick? Did skywings have a way of embarrassing him like the other nightwings did? Would it be worse than the nightwing tricks, or would it be the same hit-run-make fun? Blindsight shuddered, and he fiddled with his talons. " Well, I'm going back to my room, no disruptions or annoying letters," his mother hissed, shoving the letter into his chest. Blindsight didn't feel the cold bitterness of his mother, only a warm plume of unblown fire, a nervous fire that was somehow warm and comforting at the same time. Meteor wanted to see him tomorrow, and Blindsight, even though he couldn't tell time, knew that tomorrow seemed farther away than his mother's love for him. He knew that tomorrow would blur into sudden bursts of bright colors; an amazing mix of wonderful reds and blues, as well as yellows and pinks. Everything seemed perfect, yet not perfect at the same time. Blindsight was surprised on how perfect it was becoming, even if it would take what seemed to be years for him to see Meteor. No one had ever invited him somewhere, but he was determined to make an impression better than his first. He was going to be friends with Meteor, and no one would be able to stop him, not even his father or his mother. This was the first time Blindsight had been so passionate about something since he was three. Even then, he could hardly remember what he had been so passionate about. It was a strange mix of memories strung together to make a singular scene. He didn't know exactly what he had been doing in his mother's old cave, but he was doing it. He remembered that he had been playing with a strange toy that almost looked like The Giver of Constellations. Or at least it looked like how his mother had described the deity. Blindsight decided that whatever this memory was, he didn't need to remember it. With that, he continued to daydream about the wonderful meet he and Meteor would have. He knew that they had only met yesterday, but it was a wonderful meeting where they had been able to be free from the stress of parents, and free from the stress of life. For that small moment, Blindsight had been able to see past parents and not being good enough, and see what he liked about the world. He liked friends, and he didn't realize how much he needed them until now. Only now did he realize how much friends where, and how they could play an important role in his life. Now, all he had to do was wait. 
= Chapter three =
== Meeting Meteor ==
The day before, Blindsight had felt the everlasting joy of a dragonet (of course he was still a dragonet, but he didn't care) Now he was nervous. He was always nervous. And as his mother finally found the place that was addressed at the back of the letter (She of course had to drag Blindsight all the way there) , Blindsight could hear the familiar humming sound. A sound that told him Meteor was now standing right in front of him. "I'll be back in the evening, I don't care if you want to come home sooner, I'll be busy the rest of the day." His mother barked, and Blindsight could hear her hurried wingbeats. "Well.. Hi," he mumbled, then he wanted to hit himself. That sounded so stupid! Was Meteor giving him strange looks now, or was he thinking about how stupid this nightwing was. He was probably regretting the fact he had invited Blindsight over. Worry turned into a cyclone of nerves, and Blindsight almost toppled over from the pressure of making a good second-impression. "Hey! yea, I know we only met yesterday but-" Meteor took a deep breath in, and Blindsight heard a slight hint of nerves in his voice. How could this skywing be nervous? He was kind and funny, and he wasn't supposed to be nervous! Being nervous is a trait that brave skywings shouldn't have, or any brave dragon. Blindsight squeezed himself, trying to look smaller. He probably only ended up looking even more stupid. Suddenly, he was jerked to the left and dragged by soft talons. "Hey! Where are you taking me-" Blindsight spat out dirt he had gathered up his his mouth, swiveling around to find Meteor. "Look, this might be a bit early, but I want you to escape with me." Meteor blurted, and Blindsight could feel the prickling sensation of being watched by more than Meteor. "Escape where? What do you mean?" Blindsight peeped, now overwhelmed by the situation. He had never been asked something like this! What should he do? What should he say? Stress piled up into a stack with sharp, menacing claws that reached for the sky above. "You've seen my parents and I've seen yours, we can just fly away from them, free and safe!" He seemed too energetic about this, was he mind controlled somehow? Had his parents done something so terrible that his mind had fogged up and stopped working? Blindsight held out his talon, and Meteor put his own in Blindsight's cupped hand. His first instinct was to panic and recoil with his arm, but he managed not to. As Meteor squeezed his talons, Blindsight felt the warm plume he had felt before, the warm plume of unblown fire he always had stored in his throat. "Please? It would be nice and we can hunt for ourselves," Meteor seemed to be begging now, his energetic exterior fading away to a dragonet almost as nervous as Blindsight. Blindsight could imagine a wonderful sunset behind them, purples and oranges fading around each other to become a wonderful burst of color as greens and pinks enter the picture. He could imagine two dragons with talons cupped and tails entwined, the reality seemed to wonderful for Blindsight's world. He had to accept the fact that, the wonderful sunset he had imagined he was never going to see. "I-I have to think about it, I have to- I have to ask who's behind you?" Blindsight said suddenly, sensing another dragon's mind. He knew who it was with one look into it. The rushing anger of Cordillera, the rushing anger of a hideous beast. The rushing anger that told him it was time to go home. But he didn't know where home was. He only knew to curl into a ball, hoping Meteor's mother wouldn't notice the nightwing balled up and cowering. Luckily, it was Meteor who spoke first. "Mother- I was just explaining to him why it was necessary I go to Starminds," he stuttered, and Blindsight nodded his head frantically, as if it was trying to tear itself off. What was he doing? Meteor would think he was an idiot. He would look at him and decide that this nightwing was dumb and not worthy of being his friend. Blindsight would have to live miserably with parties and horribly awkward conversations where his mother would force him to lie about his identity, a place where he would be stuck playing the role of Mindseer, and his mother was the director of the play. A miserable play, with torture and pain. Blindsight felt himself repeating the same word over and over, as it was the only line on his script. The only line he would be able to say until the play was over, the word yes. Yes to every insult and every punishment he received. He was unable to have a new script, a new word. Only the word yes echoed through his head, only yes could live in the harsh world of his mind. But he was brought out of that world when he met Meteor. Meteor who had brought him a new vocabulary and given him a new script! A script of nos and maybes, any word he needed was on this script. He couldn't see the script of course, but no one could either; the script was inside Blindsight's head. But, instead of the torturous wasteland that the script of yes had created, the script was nurtured in lush green forests with everything anyone could possibly need. This was a script given to him by Meteor, and he had to cherish anything his only friend gave to him. Real or not, whether it be soil from the ground or words from far beyond the sky. Anything given to him by Meteor was something beyond value. Beyond anything he had ever wanted. 
Cordillera seemed unconvinced, and to show that she grabbed Meteor by the wing, and slammed him into something hard. "Escape? HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING OF WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF YOU PULL ANOTHER PRANK?!" She yelled, and Blindsight wouldn't be surprised if she killed her son. "Mother- I-" he stopped, and Blindsight rushed to him. He felt a trickle of warm liquid running down his neck, and from Cordillera's head Blindsight knew it was blood. Sudden panic rushed in. Worse than nervous tension. Much worse. He had never felt blood in his life, especially someone else's. Never had he felt the pain of blood, nor had he ever seen someone else in pain because of blood. Sure, there were the occasional angry beatings from his mother and father, but none had ever drawn blood; as if his parents had the slightest bit of mercy towards their blind dragonet. But looking closer into the skywing's mind, Blindsight could see another image in her head. The horrible, twisted image of both him and Meteor with snapped necks, a punishment meant for disobedient children that she couldn't proceed to do here. Despite her rage, Cordillera was smarter than that. Horrible punishments and screaming was his mother's thing, but apparently Cordillera had always been this way. At least that was what Meteor had said the first time they had met. It seemed like years ago now that Blindsight thought about it. Yet only two days had gone by. Two days and they already knew that they were best friends, maybe even for forever. It was a strange friendship, but those were better than no friends at all. No friends at all meant Blindsight would have to live alone. He hated being alone. At least for a long time. When he had told his mother she had bitten him and said, "I had been a tougher dragonet than you! Stop crying and go to your room!" Just like the time he had told her how he was afraid of her miserable dinners; just like the times he had admitted fear to his mother. Blindsight wished he had better luck with the lottery of life, but no such thing. He was to be stuck with this like until the Giver of Constellations gave him his own star in the sky. His own star far above the world, a star that could explore the endless space and meet other stars. Then he remember the last thing his father had told him about the deity: Sight to those who can't see, ears to those who cannot hear. Life to all of whom need. The stars give all. This was the only loving memory he had ever received from his father. But the fact that he could see when he passed the Giver of Constellations. He would finally be able to see! He would be able to see the wondrous sunsets and mountains. Wonderful oceans contrasted by the setting sun. Everything would be better. 
Cordillera might have helped him see sooner if she had been pushed to her limits. She had already hurt her own son out of anger, would she do worse to Blindsight? After all, it would be easier to inflict pain upon those who aren't your children. He shuddered, now squeezing what he hoped was Meteor's talon. It was. If it wasn't, he would look horrible. He would look like he was blind. He would be horribly embarrassed, as well as horribly beaten by his own mother. Then he might feel blood, he might feel worse pain than he had ever felt before. But all he could do was cower, cower at the thought of pain and punishment. That was what he had learned after all, pain was bad and friends were good. Blindsight felt his talon squeezed, a reassuring gesture that showed him out of the dark world of thoughts. Out of the dark. He resisted the urge to hug the skywing. "Well? I expect you to fly home, Mindseer," Cordillera spat, and Blindsight felt Meteor's grip loosen as his mother called him away. "I'll be there, just wait." 
Blindsight waited patiently for his mother to pick him up, and in the time he had to wait, he thought. He thought about the world, and how dragons had changed it. Everything was different, no matter what something changed. In fact, a tyrant that bathed themself in the today would be destroyed if something changed. Blindsight, staring off into the headspace realized, this could change his life. He didn't know if it was for the better, or for the worse. He knew of change, but not very well. He didn't know if he liked it yet. For he was still meeting change, getting to know it. But he knew now, if he followed Meteor he would be safe. The loyal skywing had already gone this far with him, so why stop now. 
= Chapter Four =
== Leaving Home ==
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