Winglets: Memories

= Winglets: Memories =
 This the the first installment of the Corroded Winglets series! A catharwings short novel... ENJOY!
Tribe Credits to @Chickendragon
 
CatharWings, a tribe even more unknown and mystifying than NightWings and DeathWings that they end up looking pathetic in comparison. However, after the great war of the SandWing succession, a few strange dragons have been popping up, who knows who they are? MudWings, TempestWings, some sort of chaotic hybrid, a lab experiment?
CatharWings are thriving however, they hold barely any problems with territory or treasury. However, there is unrest lurking in a place no dragon dares to go, their very own castle...
Three dragons have a story to tell, An anxious CatharWing, A lost SkyWing, and the newly appointed leader of a small group of LostWings.
The castle has always been the biggest secret to the CatharWings.
But secrets are never secrets forever...
...
Phalanx was just your ordinary CatharWing.
He always lived a simple life as a child, his father was a blacksmith, one of the minor weapon suppliers for the military. He owned a small store along the Markets surrounding the Pit. At the back of the Markets was their house, a small hut made out of stone bricks. His mother was a travelling merchant, buying and selling rare goods all around the CatharWing territory. Phalanx hasn't seen her in so long that he has forgotten what she looks like, however often she sends letters to them, usually about how her business is going and the prizes she has scored that week. 
And then there was his chaotic, over-imaginative little sister, Scaphoid, who always got herself into trouble because of her creativity always took over her common sense. Phalanx loved her anyway.
He had no problems with his life, he didn't care about riches or extravagant power, all he wished for was for his family to live peacefully together.
And he thought everything would always stay the same, everyone would be content and happy.
But at the age of 6, he discovered how wrong he was...
"Phalanx! Phalanx!"
Phalanx quickly turned around as he heard his name being called. He settled the sword he has been cleaning on the table and hung the blue fiber cloth on a hook on the wall.
"Phalanx!" The door slammed open as black scales as dark as the Pit bolted through targeted right at him. It skidded to a stop as the dragonet halted right as his feet a little too fast and ended up tripping over. Phalanx flung out his talons to stop them hitting the ground. A giggling Scaphoid looked up, waving a cream colored piece of parchment in his face. Her bright pink stripes seemed to glow in this dark room, matching her eyes. He stared at the paper, and saw words written in black ink covering the animal skins.
"What is it?" He asked, running a claw against the texture of the paper. 
"A letter! Guess who's it from!" She exclaimed animatedly.
Phalanx already clearly knew who it was from, but he didn't want to ruin it, so he responded with "Who?"
"Mother!" Scaphoid untangled herself from his embrace. "I'm gonna go show this to father!" And was gone in seconds.
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That afternoon, they ate a filling dinner, picking at some sort of large flightless bird with shiny purple and gold feathers. They talked and laughed around the dinner table, until Father got a rush order for a set of armor and had to go quickly deliver them, so it was just him and Scaphoid by themselves. 
"So..." Scaphoid started. "Have you ever wondered..." She said, with a pause.
Phalanx tilted his head at her.
"...What the castle is like?" She finished.
He shook his head frantically and swallowed his food as quickly as possible, almost choking. As soon as he could eat again, he started deflating Scaphoids curiosity.
"No, no no no. No one ever goes into the castle. Didn't dad tell you about the myth about the castle? Any dragon that goes in their never comes back!"
"Pfft. I'm 4! I'm too old for fairy tales. Someone made that up to scare dragonets into not going into the castle, but I'm older now! Their lies can't deceive me!" She puffed out her chest confidently. Phalanx opened his mouth to speak again and Scaphoid took a quick breath and started combating him before he could cough out another word. "Plus, it doesn't even make sense? Some magical castle that transforms? Hidden special tribe? Don't tell me you believe in that!" 
Phalanx sighed. "We are literally the descendants of the castle dragons that managed to escape. Do you even listen to the history teacher?"
"Well," She reasoned, "The history teacher is like 100 gazillion years old, shes making up stories at this point. And if it is true, if our ancestors escaped, then SO CAN WE!" 
Scaphoid sounded so confident that even his curiosity started to convince him. 
"Hmm, well finish your dinner and get to sleep, your staying up all night that your brains going funny!" Phalanx said. 
Scaphoid left with a "Hmph" and stomped of to her bedroom, next to Father's room. Phalanx washed the plates and got to bed, but he couldn't sleep. 
What really is the castle like? He thought to himself, staring at the ceiling. 
His "I'm just a good law abiding citizen" side of him argued. "No! Dangerous! You'll get in so much trouble even if you do survive!"
He held his claws up, the moonlight from the window reflecting off his talons. He tilted them curiously, thinking deeply. A gust of wind blew through his room, the cool air brushing against his scales, stirring up all of his assignment papers, letting them flutter up into the air, then whistled before leaving. He heard another almost silent noise, he tilted his head slightly to see the outcropping of the door but saw nothing, coming to the conclusion it was just the wind again. 
Psst.
There it was again. Maybe there were rats or lizards in the ceiling again, or just a faint breeze, until it was disconfirmed by the thing whispering a sentence in actual dragon.
"Psst, Phalanx, wake up!"
Claws nudged him, and he turned around to see the silhouette of his sister, her snout peering at him. 
funi wip
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