Firestarter

- a relatively short story written by dream -
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- this story contains violence, profanity, mild gore, and mild themes of propaganda that may upset the reader. please take care if you read -
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- i am not looking for any criticism on my book, whether it be constructive or negative. if i want criticism, i'll ask for it myself. thank you for understanding -
- comments greatly appreciated -
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== .⁺.˚₊ one ₊˚.⁺.==
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“But… are you quite sure, my queen?”
“Oh, positive, undoubtedly. Go on, don’t you have some information-seeking to do?  Honestly, can't a dragon ever get five seconds of alone-time around here without being bothered silly?”
And there she went again, always rambling on in anger about alone-time as well as yet again never giving her decisions a second thought.  He knew that she was a good ruler, wise and extraordinary even, but one should never know from the rubbish she always complained about, buzzing on frustration like a busy little bee.
But now he was very sure her choice, about to be initiated be her little group of mindless lackeys who would wordlessly cater to her every whim, was indeed the wrong one.  It was not carefully planned, with many — too many — risks in tow should anything go wrong, as well as much too dangerous for the kingdom.
He continued to press on.
“But, Queen Horizon, your majesty, if we initiate this, we take upon ourselves a lot of risks.   You put the entire room of royalty in danger. You put innocent dragons in danger. Should this fail at all — ”
A gusty swoop of wind and a quick turn around.  A silver-tinted silence was brought onto his lips, and he didn’t speak again as he queen laid a small — but unbearably sharp if she was in the need to defend herself — claw on the very edge of his snout.
“Not another word, Ferrous,” she replied, her tone as sharp as her claw that was still against his snout.  He could feel her words edge its way under his scales and it stood in wait, ready pierce his heart ferociously should it come to that.  “I didn’t make you my chief advisor because you worry yourself silly.  You have a cunning brain hidden deep in there, so pull it out and use it.”
Gently she tapped him on the forehead twice with the very same claw she had laid on his snout and then removed it.  Her iridescently-cognac eyes glittered with a certain smugness as well as the tiniest hint of relief buried deep within them, and she turned around to continue walking, her wings still billowing in a quick flash of amber.  And she didn’t look back.
Ferrous could only watch in deep disappoint.  Oh, this was so dreadful, and things were surely to go wrong!  It was the most dangerous thing they had done yet — more specifically, Queen Horizon.  She was cunning and smart, but this plan of hers was reckless, even for her.  It was absolutely dastardly.
An awful, heavy stone of dread sank lower and lower into the void of his stomach.  Down, down, down, swallowed by the void and being distributed throughout him.  Down, down, down, and his worry began to overwhelm him.  Down, down, down, knowing this rash plan of hers was positively hopeless.
What to do?
Oh, what to do?
But, like all creatures in need, seated at the very edge of the bridge of panic, will tend to be struck by a last minute idea.  It starts off as a little spark, from the embers of discord, but as they catch fire, they burn to an inferno.  A complete sea of fire, and fire of a resolution was it. 
And it was Ferrous’s mind where the spark landed.
His pale mauve eyes began to widen in complete shock as the idea gave him a rather ferocious smack upon the side of his head.  It pounded and screamed inside his mind, jumping and waving and desperately trying to get attention to be put into motion.  Of course, he had it!!
But is it worth the risk? he thought.
A million times yes.
The risk of failing Queen Horizon’s plan was by far too great, risking too many dragons’ lives.  But the risk of failing this new plan that he was slowly devising with his quick mind wasn’t even half as much as the great risk Horizon was about to take.  All he was risking was his life, and that paled in comparison to his queen’s plan.
He sprinted down the long corridor to put his plan into motion.
He mustn’t fail, or his kingdom would suffer greatly.
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== .⁺.˚₊ two ₊˚.⁺. ==
What did it truly mean to be an IceWing?
Nimbus claimed that it meant you should be white and to be able to withstand cold temperatures.
Rime claimed that it meant you had to be perfect and uphold your family name perfectly and bring a meaning to your existence.
Boreal claimed that it meant you were mortal and that perfection was impossible, but you were to live your life happily and make a stand for yourself.
Gloriole… to be absolutely frank, she had no idea.
Nimbus had figured out his purpose.
Rime had figured out her purpose.
Boreal had figured out zer purpose.
Gloriole had not.-wip-
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