~Welcome to Pyridae~

{Hello! Please don’t take credit for my work, delete or edit this page, fix any grammar mistakes, etc as I will do so eventually. And please, this is my first ‘book’ I’m publishing on this website so I don’t know exactly what I’m doing- I’m trying, okay?} :)
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{WARNING: (Eventually) Contains abuse, violence, blood, and other content that may be disturbing. You have been warned} :)
{Another Warning: As said before, I have no idea what I’m doing}
{Uhh- hope u have fun reading?}
-Specter :)
== ~The Continental War Prophecy~ ==
One, Two,
Blacklight Crew.
Three, Four,
Continental War.
Five, Six,
Apocalypse.
Seven, Eight,
Dragons Full Of Hate.
Nine, Ten,
Do It Again.
Ten, Nine,
To Win, Combine.
Eight, Seven,
Dragons In Heaven.
Six, Five,
Evil Cannot Thrive.
Four, three,
Make Everyone Free.
Two, one,
The Battle For The World Has Begun.
Push Aside The Differences.
Push Aside The Fear
Humans & Dragons Of All Continents,
Make Your Choice Clear
Unite The Continents
Kill The Danger
Or The Peace Will Disappear
Will They Save Us?
Will They Fail?
That Is This War’s Tale.
== ~Prologue~ ==
     KnowledgeSeeker had only agreed to this mission because he had no choice. And a spotting of a whole other continent was a huge myth that he wanted to bust. No, that he NEEDED to bust. Even if it was true, he would find a way to cover it up. If every dragon in their group also agreed. Seeker did not want another continent causing problems to their already unstable world. Pyrrhia and Pantala were already in enough chaos, THEY DID NOT HAVE TIME TO FIX A THIRD ONE.
    “Seeker, come on, we’re almost there. Focus!” Tiger smacked him out of his thoughts, knocking the NightWing off balance and veering him down to the ocean below. He quickly flew higher as a large wave in front of him threatened his place in the sky. He heard many laughs following his actions. But over all the laughing, he could hear the words he feared the most: “Come on Seeker, you can do better than that.” 
    Oh no. It’s Prince Cod.
    Cod was a RainWing SeaWing hybrid, and quite the annoying one. His eyes were an ugly pale green color which matched his equally horrific colored scales. Hence his name, he had light gray-ish brown scales with a lot of darker flecks everywhere. His underbelly and glow scales were very bright and colorful, with shocking purples, bright blues, vibrant greens, neon yellows, and a bit of orange to top it off. Cod always called himself dazzling and handsome because of his colors but he was anything but attractive. 
    “Well- uhhh- you- umm- uhhh- “ Seeker stammered.
    “I’d like to see how you do when I drop you in a collapsing cave while you were sleeping. Maybe then you wouldn’t be such an annoying idiot.” Tiger hissed, backing up the NightWing.
    “Tiger, you don’t need to help this pathetic NightWing. There’s nothing you can do to fix a nerdy, cowardly excuse for a Blacklight member.” Cod laughed, his bioluminescent scales flashing in triumph.
    “Well-“ Seeker started.
    “All he needs is a pair of glasses now!” Algae, a SeaWing LeafWing hybrid interrupted as he flew down to their level from his spot above them, making his scales glow as well, in an annoying synchronized with Cod way. He was a disgusting yellow green color that eventually faded into a pale light blue on his tail, with a similar pattern for his glow scales. His eyes were a light blue which was the only decent thing about him, but they always radiated hatred and smugness onto Seeker so he didn’t look at that either.
    “Well-“ Seeker started again, only to be cut off- again.
    “Why’d they even let you in, Seeker? Because they feel bad for you?” Cod flashed his scales brighter, a big grin on his face.
    Algae copied him, flashing his scales brighter as well. “Hah!” He laughed.
    Seeker raised his voice. “Well, without Cod, you’d be as worthless as an actual piece of algae. You just copy everything Cod does like a worthless, desperate follower. No wonder why you were named that.” He spat.
    “You’re as- as stupid as a scavenger you- you-“ Algae reached his claws toward the NightWing.
    “Scavengers are actually pretty smart, mind you.” An invisible Tiger came from above Algae, smacking him, and knocked him away.
    Cod opened his mouth, probably to make another ‘nasty’ comment, but ended up shutting it as a large NightWing from the very front of their group headed towards them. “Girls, girls, no need to fight. There’s plenty of demotions to go around. Prince Cod and Algae, a word, if you don’t mind.”
    Prince Cod and Algae followed the NightWing up to the front, muttering stuff to each other and glancing behind them at Tiger and Seeker.
    Finally, they’re gone. He sighed in huge relief.
    Seeker recognized the NightWing as High Émporos, one of the top leaders of the Blacklight crew, and the leader of their whole mission. He was recognized by his beady orange eyes that stared right through your soul and his black scales that seemed to swallow all light and leave you in the darkness. The fades on his tail to the light-consuming black to a blue-gray on his wings and tail were the only things not so menacing about him. He had a big reputation for killing dragons when they didn’t follow the rules. (Which most, Seeker thought, are not needed.) In other words, he was pretty scary and powerful. 
    The Blacklight crew Seeker had joined, for some reason, was a secret band of dragons who did a lot of……bad things, to say the least. They sold illegal things like banned weapons, scavengers and the occasional dragon for the promise of fortune. They were also assassins, smugglers, thieves- the list went on and on. As long as there was money involved, they would do anything.
    Why did Seeker join, you might ask, if he hated every single thing they did?
    It was a simple answer. He had no choice.
    He was a runaway himself, as his brother Toublemaker might’ve made himself hated in the rainforest. So what was Seeker supposed to do? Stay in the rainforest or become banished with his brother?
    His brother had to be one of the most recognizable NightWings in the world, which meant sneaking back in and pretending nothing happened wouldn’t work. He had a huge, mischievous smile that you could see from a continent away.
    Troublemaker had found this group and forced Seeker to join it. It was slightly fun when Seeker got picked for the exploration missions, like this one, where he could bust the strange myths and say ‘I told you so’ to his friends. Troublemaker was one of the first dragons to report a sighting of this ‘new continent’ so it was extra special if Seeker could show his brother wrong. But he hated it here. Everyone was hostile and fights were an everyday thing. Half the time, their so called roasts weren’t even good, but every dragon just played along with it. Kinda pointless, in my opinion. Even how the NightWings described their old volcano home sounded better than living in the Blacklight Crew.
    “Sorry.” Tiger’s voice snapped him back into reality, as he reappeared besides him. “I just didn’t want them to catch you distracted again. You daydream so much about your past so I just wanted to help. Guess I could’ve done it a bit better, heh.”
    It took Seeker a confused second to realize he was talking about before, not him thinking and being distracted now. He patted his friend’s back. “It’s fine. I would’ve done the same.”
    What Seeker found strange about him was that his black stripes never changed color, but they could go invisible. Probably because he was half NightWing, but other than scale color, he didn’t seem to have any NightWing abilities.…..other than mind reading but he couldn’t use it. He didn’t have fire and didn’t have stars on his black wings. Tiger was just shades of orange with venom, camo, and color changing like RainWings, but only stripes of black on his scales and mind reading like NightWings. Seeker thought that he should have stars on his wings to show he was a little more NightWing. At least that. The first time they met, Seeker couldn’t really believe the hybrid, even if NightWings and RainWings were still living together. He remembered it like it was yesterday…..
    “Are we there yet?” Seeker had asked his mother as they were traveling through the dense, dark forest of night. The clouds had covered the sky and the moon, and almost no stars could shine down on the poor NightWing who was scared half to death. Seeker remembered his fear of the dark.
    “Almost. Our new home is near, just be patient.” His mother said, treading slightly in front of him. Seeker had never been able to remember what she looked like from this memory. Only her voice, his voice, and the sounds of the rainforest.
    And the ants.
    “Ow!” Seeker yelped as he had accidentally stepped in an ant pile, aggravating the small bugs inside. They crawled out in a huge swarm of red, vicious creatures and bit down on Seeker’s scales wherever they could. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! THEY’RE GONNA EAT ME ALIVE!!” He frantically tried shaking them off, but most stayed embedded in his scales. His mother took him to a nearby stream and Seeker had watched in relief as the tiny monsters washed off him.
    That, Seeker remembered, was when he first became scared of bugs. And of spiders when he first saw them a couple days later.
    “Stay here.” She said softly as she walked off into the jungle, her scales blending in with the dark. She disappeared in front of Seeker’s eyes who had laid down besides a tree.
    Seeker waited there for an eternity. Waiting. Waiting. But she never came back. He had 2 options; Stay and risk his life in the dark rainforest, or try to seek help. He of course was gonna get help.
    Seeker got up and started running in the direction his mother had gone, swatting at the branches and leaves that kept getting in his way. Every single noise or strange thing that crossed his path scared him half to death, even if it turned out to be a small bird.
    After running for another eternity, he heard voices.
    “Give me that!” The first one yelled, sounding a bit familiar.
    “I don’t think I want to. Besides, you can get more fish right?” A second, more menacing one voice said.    
    Seeker watched watched in horror as claws clashed with scales as the larger, stronger NightWing sent a trail of blood running down his mother’s face.
    Seeker closed his eyes and buried his head under his talons. He could hear screaming and horribly loud thuds, and then silence. He opened his eyes to see what he hoped he wouldn’t: His mother dead, and the giant dragon victorious.
    And another thing was happening he didn’t want; The scary NightWing was stalking towards him, leaving the fish in the clearing. Seeker couldn’t remember every detail, but he remembers the fear he had felt and the tears running like a waterfall down his face.
    The large dragon held his talons over the cowering Seeker, ready to strike. Just seconds before the dragon’s claws slashed through his scales, an orange and black dragon materialized out of no where, knocking Seeker out of the way of the attack.
    Tiger had saved him and became Seeker’s hero and friend, and showed him to the village where he had lived a fine life until Troublemaker banished himself. Tiger told of how he found Seeker; he had heard Seeker’s cries for help in his thoughts and came to save him, which was when he had learned that he was a hybrid. It took him a couple days to believe it, and it was surprising how many hybrids there were in the world. Even Pantala-Pyrrhia hybrids were showing up in more places than expected.
    Seeker had mind reading as well, but he and Tiger were supposed to wear a skyfire horn ring at all times, to signal their commitment to the Blacklight crew, so they could never use their abilities. But…absolutely no one watches us because we are unimportant usually so I don’t think anyone would mind if I just…..
    He flew a bit higher to see what everyone was doing. The 2 SeaWing hybrids were still talking with Émporos, the group of assassins were in the back, as usual, talking about something, a HiveWing to his left had a poor scavenger in a cage, which was drawing a lot of attention, especially because a MudWing NightWing hybrid was fighting over it, a SilkWing, a LeafWing, a SkyWing, and a SandWing/IceWing hybrid was also fighting to his right, and everyone else in the middle were doing their own thing, such as Tiger who was staring at him like he knew what Seeker wanted to do, as he was starting to take off his horn ring.
    Seeker carefully took off his own horn ring and slipped it into a bag around his neck that he had brought, along with a notebook, a couple scrolls-
    “Seeker!”
    It took all of Seeker’s strength to realize it wasn’t a high authority NightWing yelling in his face. He had already had plenty of bad events with Émporos, and he did not want anymore. And the fact that he was going somewhere new, dangerous, and scary……….did not help calm himself at all.
    ‘Hey Tiger. What do you want?’ Seeker asked as calmly as he could at the moment.
    “Just wondering……what are your thoughts on this whole ‘new continent’ thing?” Tiger was looking straight at him, from what he could see in his limited corner eye vision. Seeker had always been the information dragon in every single group he had been in. His knowledge was the only thing keeping him in the Blacklight Crew, otherwise he’d probably have been kicked out the second they realized the NightWing was useless. Not that he was. Just most dragons thought he was useless. But not all.
    He was lost in thought. What did Tiger ask again? Something about the new continent? Uhhh….
    ‘I don’t know….I really don’t believe there’s another continent. I know Pyrrhia and Pantala cover about 2/3rds of the world but there’s not a high chance that there could be a third. And besides, how come no one’s found it yet? All the Queens decided to send a search party across the land and they came back with no evidence of any other landforms. I know that was a while ago and maybe there could be one now-‘
    “A while ago? It’s been MANY YEARS Seeker. MANY, MANY YEARS. And you never know, they might’ve also just kept it a secret. There are so many things you’re just not seeing.”
    Seeker was surprised. Tiger seemed to be getting at something that he couldn’t follow. He was trying to think. ‘But why? Those dragons, based on my scrolls, are not the fortune seeking types. I don’t think anyone would give them anything for them to keep this continent a secret, or if there’s anything valuable in the place.’
    Even though Tiger was behind him, out of his field of vision, he could still imagine him stifling a laugh at Seeker’s obliviousness. “One of the Queens they met died during the welcome meeting back….maybe a dragon from the continent followed them back or forced them to take them back-“
    An idea threw itself unto Seeker’s head. ‘And killed the Queen. Maybe killing the other dragons as well since they knew too much.’ Seeker finished his thoughts.
    “Thanks for finishing my wonderful idea! The one time I come up with something myself, you still take it.” He chuckled.
    ‘Heh. Sorr-‘
    “LOOK! LAND!”
    One of the SandWings, by the name of Stray if Seeker remembered correctly, pointed to a distant shape off to their right.
    Thank the moons, finally! Although it’s annoying that the world loves finding ways to cut off my sentences……
    The crew adjusted their direction and eventually landed on the shore, every dragon panting heavily.
    Seeker took this resting opportunity to also get a closer look at this strange island and maybe make a mental map. He had landed on some kind rocky ledge. He saw sand everywhere else and a large mountain range past that, with a small forest area between. It seemed like a pretty large continent. How did no one find this? The question echoed over and over in his mind, awaiting an answer that he could not answer. And it didn’t help that other questions flew into his mind when he couldn’t even answer the first one. How many dragon tribes live here? Is it inhabited? How long has this been here? Can we cover this up? If there are other dragons, will they be hostile? Will there be civilizations? Do scavengers rule here? Is there a way to cover this up? Is this forest like the jungle the LeafWings lived in? Is the island stable? Do earthquakes happen here? Is there any possible way to cover this up and say, ‘Nope, no other continents, and don’t try looking.’
    Émporos was the first to stand up, shaking sand off himself. “Get up!” He roared. “A bunch of weak, tired, pathetic dragons like you are a very nice target to whatever creatures may live here. Come on!” He started stalking away into the forest, when he suddenly turned and, to Seeker’s horror, looked straight at him.
    “What are you doing WITHOUT YOUR HORN RING? Do you think it’s funny? Disrespecting me, our mission, our purpose, AND our great leader?” Émporos growled.
    Seeker closed his eyes, bracing himself for the worst as he heard furious footsteps of the NightWing coming closer. At least with my distraction, Tiger might be able to escape the consequences-
    He heard a scream, followed by a couple small thuds. Not from himself though. And luckily, it didn’t sound like Tiger either. He opened his eyes to see a dragon right in front of him falling, his bright red blood staining the sand. There was a large gash in his neck, bleeding out like a waterfall. And besides him was a cage, now broken enough for the small scavenger inside to escape, running into the forest like it knew no tomorrow.
    Seeker carefully, but quickly, slid his horn ring back on. His gaze flew around the group of dragons, but he couldn’t spot Tiger. Just hope he has his horn ring back on. And hope no one noticed.
    Émporos didn’t seem to notice as he continued heading towards the forest, groans of the other dragons filling the beach as they hauled themselves up to follow their leader.
    Seeker past the dragon on the ground. The dragon looked like a MudWing NightWing hybrid or something. He sighed. Seeker had talked to this dragon a couple times, and he was a nice fellow. Was. He winced at the thought. Well, I guess I’m lucky it isn’t me on the ground.
    “Come on Seeker!” He heard the calls of his friend. “Émporos is probably gonna want you to make a mind map and maybe help them get through the forest.”
    He caught up with Tiger who was already at the line where the beach ended and the tangle of plants started, urging Seeker to hurry. Seeker could see his regular colors on his scales and a big smile on his face, but he could see scared specks of pale green all over his body, like he had some sort of sickness. And to Seeker’s relief, he had his horn ring back on.
    Seeker looked at the beach and the ocean past it, his claws into the sand for the last time before following Tiger and the rest of the group. He had been on many adventures, but nothing made him shiver like a dangerous, new continent. He kept his wings close to him as he walked forward into the leaning tangle of strange, maybe dangerous plants.
    Something tells me that this isn’t going to end well. Three moons, what did Troublemaker get me into?
    And why did I even listen to him?
== -Chapter 1- ==
     Mouse was pacing in his room. He had cleaned his room several times, yet he still thought he was missing something. His bed, on the far, right corner of his room, was cleaned and his sheets were folded, as well as his clothes which were now in their drawers, which he had moved from besides his bed to the left corner, in place of a table because he thought it looked better. The table was empty, with only a paper on it for school. He had put his toys away in the small box on the shelf above his bed, along with the exotic plants and dragon scales besides it. Mouse treasured those. He noticed that his lizard dragon scale was a little close to the edge and fixed it, but that did not erase his feeling. He had even cleaned the windows that now reflected the sun in the middle of the sky and the desert and cactuses below it. He had washed his lovely blue, green and brown striped carpet on his floor in the middle of his room, the also lovely matching door to his room, the floor itself, the stairs leading to his room, and the walls. What could I be missing? It was driving him crazy.
    Mouse had been pacing and focusing and thinking so hardly, that he didn’t notice his little sister enter his room.
    “Mouse!” He jumped. “Oh come on! You’re still doing your room?” She rolled her eyes annoyingly, a big grin on her face. “This is so embarrassing. Horn is coming over. You clean your room a million times for only a friend who’s not even coming until tomorrow morning? Knowing him, it’ll take him 20 hours past morning just to wake up!” She giggled, leaning against the door.
    Mouse sighed. “Spring, you of all people should understand. This is the first time he’s coming to the new house. I want to make a good first impression! After all, we’re gonna spend a lot of time here.”
    His family’s old home was back in his old village, but was attacked & destroyed by some crazy spider dragons, about a week ago, and he still had a hard time adjusting to his mother’s death in that event. He would never forgive the spider dragon’s many bloodthirsty green eyes, the strange hourglass symbol on it, the screaming, the pain, the blood- He pushed the rest of those thoughts out of his mind.
    Their old Village was called Southern Village, hence the name, it was south of the Main Village. The family had moved into their new house in the Main Village, where Mouse had met VillageWings for the first time, the amazing dragons who lived like humans. The Mayor had always wanted Humans and Dragons to come together, so he considered it not all bad. Just mostly bad. Just a lot bad.
    Spring, again, rolled her eyes. “I know Mouse! It’s just you’re acting like this visit is life or death. In case you’re wondering, IT’S NOT.” She argued, trying to make a serious face, but ended up making herself laugh.
    “You’re really annoying and you know that right?”
    Spring scrunched up her nose and copied Mouse’s voice terribly. “You’re really annoying and you know that right?” 
    Mouse laughed. “Okay, okay, you win. Just leave me in peace and maybe I’ll be done soon.”
    With a final laugh, Spring left the room, shutting the door behind her, leaving Mouse to think in peace again.
    Spring was only 3 years younger then him, at the age of 7, but the difference of what they liked was huge. Spring was very whiny and fragile, as if Mouse even touched her she would burst out in tears. Mouse was a tough explorer, hanging out with his friends and going on crazy adventures. Spring just stayed at the house and awaited his return, in which he usually brought flowers or a new kind of pretty bug. She did help with most of the house chores; taking care of the garden, cleaning the dishes, etc. Mouse did help with the farm, in the back of the house, where they grew whatever they could, as long as it could survive in the hot, harsh weather of the desert. But the most helpful thing he did was in fact, exploring. The strange creatures, plants, rocks, berries, and other stuff he brought back sold for a lot of money. Although he couldn’t go out for long or very far as there were ‘scary monsters’ waiting around every bush, they had enough coins to keep their house and get enough food and clothes, to pay for his school, etc. His mom was gone, and his dad worked for the Village Farm all day, so he was mostly free to do anything. Rat however, did absolutely nothing to contribute to the family. He was probably partying with his friends and enjoying the spoils.
    One of his favorite things to do was read. He had whole shelves in the front of his room when he first walked in. They were lined with organized rows of scrolls-
    Mouse almost jumped out of the window. He had forgotten to reorganize his scrolls! I figured it out! His mind kept screaming as he walked over to his shelves land started taking each one out, setting it on the ground in alphabetical order. His favorite scrolls were the informational and fiction stories, which was pretty much all he had, of the strange dragon creatures here and the adventures the VillageWings & Humans had trying to tame them. He also liked reading about the other real dragon tribes, the FlareWings, LightWings, FeatherWings, FurWings and SirenWings. Creatures were considered real dragons because they have intelligence, ability to communicate, look like dragons, etc. Otherwise, they’re called fake dragons or something like that. He knew a lot about the other tribes, from the infoscrolls he got every other day and him and his friend’s spying on the major’s secret meetings. Mouse was very surprised they hadn’t gotten caught yet, considering Horn, his VillageWing friend, was always so loud.
    By the time the Sun had started setting, Mouse was done. The fiction scrolls were neatly replaced on the shelves while his infoscrolls were placed in some of the empty drawers he still had. It looked very nice, from the ‘Adventures Of Pyridae.’ to the funny scrolls of ‘Your’s Truly!’ on the fiction side, to the guide ‘All Real Dragons Of Pyridae.’ to ‘Zillionth Study.’ on his infoscroll side.
    Mouse decided to go outside his room, maybe wait for his dad to come home, feeling he did his best. He opened the door and closed it behind him. He could see his sister’s room in front of him, as the door was right across from him. His older brother, Rat, had his room right in front of the stairs, as Spring’s was on the left, his was on the right. Spring, from what he could see through her semi-opened door, was also doing some cleaning. At the moment, she was dusting her shelves and the dozen scrolls and plants on it.
    Right next to Spring’s room, was the family tree. It was on her side to help her remember, but Mouse honestly forgot the family names more. At the top, was his grandmothers and grandfathers. On his mom’s side, Elderflower and Elderberry. On his dad’s side, Elderthorn and Elderbush. Humans of old age always had an ‘Elder’ in front of their real names. Mouse was sure that they got it at some naming ceremony that he just kept missing. Elderflower was sweet. She always made delicious cakes and pies and desserts and just food in general. She always helped clean the house and gave both Spring and Mouse equal attention, and too many hugs and kisses. Elderflower had pale, almost white skin, with lovely blue eyes and gray, fluffy hair that Spring always liked to touch. She was the youngest out of all his grandparents, but for some reason she seemed to have the grayest hair. Elderflower usually wore a dress, not fancy or anything, just casual, with pretty flower designs on it of light pink, blue, green and yellow. Elderberrry had short, gray hair and was pretty nice too. He had nice brown eyes, and light brown skin. He liked to wear blue, green, gray, black, and brown clothes. He was very, very talkative and loved to bother people. He’s a nice guy, just slightly annoying. Elderthorn was a strict, red-ish haired pain. She always wanted the house to be perfect so when she came over, Mouse and Spring had work to do. If they didn’t have it clean, she’d take away their scrolls or toys or something. Or, she’d just lock them up in their room while everyone else had dessert and presents. Elderthorn had dark, menacing green eyes, light brown skin, and usually wore a red dress swirled with gray or something. Elderbush was the oldest out of all of them. He had memory loss, so he usually forgot Mouse’s name, but after being told a couple times, he’d remember. Elderbush had his right leg amputated after getting a strange disease on it. He sat in a wheelchair now. Luckily, it didn’t spread to his whole body so he’s still alive today. Mouse had heard The Mayor said stuff about a new disease on the way, from what Mouse heard in his spy missions (Maybe that’s what Elderbush had?). Elderbush had brown eyes, brown skin, and usually wore dull green, gray or black clothes. He didn’t have enough of his gray hair, only enough to cover his head in a thin layer.
    His mom’s name was Petunia. She had lovely blue eyes and beautiful blond hair. For the time that she was alive, she was very sweet. She was very enthusiastic and encouraged Mouse on all his adventures. She also was a healer in the village, but she died before she could teach Spring everything that she needed to know. One of the only reasons for Spring to head outside their house was because she was getting lessons from the village healers. His dad’s name was Stump. He had dark brown hair, often mistaken as pure black, and he had the usual brown eyes. He was funny, always making Mouse laugh when he had failed a mission out on his adventures or just anytime he made a mistake.
    Then there was Mouse and Spring and their older brother, Rat. Mouse had brown hair, Spring had blonde. Mouse had brown eyes, Spring had blue eyes. Mouse wore blue, green, brown, black, sometimes orange and red, while Spring wore a lot of different shades of purple and pink and white and light blues, just anything that’s an eyesore. The only times she ever wears oranges, reds and ‘ugly colors’ as she says, like that, or the time she’s wearing her eyesore humps of every hurtful color in the world, also known as a rainbow. She wore too many rainbows. Rat always wore brown, blacks and grays. He always bullied Mouse for being a nerd and reading all those boring books about nothing important, which is of course is not true. Mouse absolutely tries to ignore him when Rat snatches his favorite books and rips them ‘on accident’ but in the end, it always leads to a fight and Rat always wins. He had pure black hair, brown eyes and a very grumpy face. He sucks, was Mouse’s only thought about him.
    And if you wanted to keep going, there were 2 more family trees on the side of Mouse’s door, that had all their cousins. Mouse really hated all of them and they never visited so he never bothered trying to memorize their names.
    “Mouse!” Spring’s voice bounced out of her room and into Mouse’s ears. “Do you wanna hear my poem I made for the school assignment?”
    He walked over to her room, stopping by the open door. Her room was just as bright as ever. Eye shattering rainbows in every corner, and giant butterflies and flowers and whatever filling every space in the walls. Just about everything that made Mouse’s eyes hurt. Her room’s layout was practically the same as Mouse’s, it was just that she used them differently. He saw she had kept every single flower and bug he had given her on the shelves above her bed and around her room. Kinda sweet, Mouse admitted to himself.
    “I don’t really want to hear it.” He said.
    Spring’s smile folded into a frown as big as Pyridae itself. “But- but- I want it to be good and I want you to hear it and give me tips! I can’t fail this assignment!” She pouted.
    “Maybe Horn would like to hear it when he gets here. I’m sure it’s fine though.” He reassured her.
    Mouse started walking back to his room when he heard the front door swing open. Dad! Finally! He headed downstairs eagerly.
    The family room was to the left of him towards the front of the house, the kitchen was over by the right. Stump was already using the fire to cook something. Since there was a pot boiling on the fire, it was most likely soup but Mouse still wanted to check. Mouse was also wondering why their new-ish oven had disappeared. His dad knew it cooked things better. 
    “Hey dad!” Mouse flew down the rest of the stairs, stopping next to his dad to peer into the pot. Yep, soup. It had the usual brown broth in it & many different things inside. Some meat, vegetables that Mouse guessed were from the garden, some weird leaf herbs which he didn’t recognize, his favorite mushrooms and more stuff he couldn’t quite make out. He usually did not pay attention to every single detail about his Dad’s cookings, mostly because he felt it was a waste because the couple times he had tried cooking had ended up in complete disaster.
    “Where did the oven go?” He asked. There was still a faint gray-ish outline of where it had been, behind the soup pot.
    “Oh yeah, that. Remember when they said it was ‘in testing?’ It kinda broke, and it’s really expensive to fix it since it’s so new to market. I just thought it would be better to to it the ol’ way for now. Can’t wait ‘til they’re able to produce more of these technology things so it can be a lil’ cheaper.”
    “Oh, right.” Mouse’s heart sank a little. “Well, when are we gonna eat the soup?”
    “I just started it now so we’ll have to wait until tomorrow. In the meantime, we can have the leftover casserole from yesterday for dinner.” Stomp answered.
    “I’m not that hungry. I had some pieces of bread already because I thought you’d be home later. May I skip dinner?” Mouse asked politely.
    Stump was adding a bit of seasoning to the soup, and like always, Mouse had no idea what it was. “Sure thing.” He said, using a large spoon to mix it in. “Guess you wanna get some sleep for the big day tomorrow, ey?” Mouse nodded. “Well, careful. I’ve seen an awful lot of piranhas down in that ol’ river you usually go to. Just keep a look out, okay?”
    Mouse was already heading towards the stairs. “Yup, thanks!” He gave a thankful nod to his dad before sprinting up the stairs, almost knocking into his sister who was holding a pot, with her yelling, “WATCH IT. YOU COULD’VE BROKEN MY FLOWERS!“ in the most dramatic way possible. Mouse replied, “You’re fine!” before turning to his room and leaping onto his bed, feeling like he didn’t want to do anything else.
    He carefully tucked himself in bed so he wouldn’t have to redo it in the morning and closed his eyes, willing himself to go to sleep for once. Mouse usually stayed up until he absolutely couldn’t anymore, and that did not help the very important occasions when he actually had to get some sleep.
      Surprisingly, after a couple minutes of laying there, closing his eyes and thinking, he just fell asleep.
     Good night.
{Work In Progress!} :)
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