Washed Away Garden

This is Rozeline's (the OC, who the hell would read about ME?) story. Rozeline belongs to RozelineFangSol (User:RozelineFangSol | Wings of Fire Fanon Wiki | Fandom)↵and shouldn't be prodded by dirty little cheeto fingers unless I made a mistake. Ask to have your OC be included in the story in my message wall.
INFO: Rozeline is currently an adult RainWing philosopher. The story pictures her as an child-juvenile.
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== Chapter One ==
Parrots screeched, loud as the roars of rowdy dragonets in the small hut. Could anyone believe the little wooden hut was an ORPHANAGE? Neither could any of the queens of Pyrrhia. Nobody believed it. But nobody cared much anyway. Who cared about a little wooden hut, tucked away in the thick canopies of Rainforest Kingdom? Rozeline didn't know it existed until she was 7 years old. But before then, she lived a safe life with her two godmothers, Soleil and Pua. Soleil's default colour was a ginger orange and bright yellow, which reflected her sunny personality. Pua was a NightWing born on one full moon, gaining her mind-reading powers. But nobody, not even someone like Clearsight, could break into Rozeline's mind. It was like she had an invisible mind-reading barrier thing. Rozeline was not entirely aware of this ability, but still was a little wary of the fact Pua never acted like she entered her mind. Rozeline was always a little wary of everything. The sky, the sun, the way the birds chirped, Queen Glory and Deathbringer... those were just a few of the things Rozeline's mind could conjure up. Her brain was like a garden. Some thoughts were good, and could linger along for a while when you could help it. Some thoughts were bad, and died away easier if you had the strength to fight them. If. Bad thoughts always died so quickly at the start, but over time Roz couldn't stop them. Some thoughts were so bad, they poisoned the other thoughts and grew and grew and grew. It was like her mind was a death-trap for her. But she found a way. She could think up good thoughts by force and soon they reigned supreme in her little mind garden. The only difference between natural good thoughts and these forced thoughts was how plastic the forced ones were, like fake flowers. And just like fake flowers, they lasted a very, very long time. It seemed so successful to Roz that she stopped skimming through her pure thoughts. Big mistake. As her 'ignorance is bliss' phase took control of the garden, bad thoughts slipped in like water. Roz never realised. Never. 
== Chapter Two ==
It was Rozeline's 7th birthday. She woke cheerfully from bed, fake flower thoughts jingling from the sudden movement. She flew to Pua and Soleil and watched them whisper to each other. "What should we give her, sweetie?" whispered Soleil, and gave an encouraging kiss to her partner. Pua groaned. She was no good with gifts. She rushed over to an ancient-looking box in the corner and rummaged through it. She swiftly nabbed a dirty pouch full of something and shook it victoriously. "Silver! Sol, take her to the market. She can trade there." she said with relief. Soleil smiled and grabbed Rozeline's arm. Roz growled and opened her mouth to speak. " I want to go on my own. I think I'm old enough now." she said haughtily. Soleil glanced at Pua, who sighed and muttered, "Very well then. Don't thaff about for too long, and take care of yourself. There are many people out there, who might want the worst to happen to you." But Rozeline was buzzing with so much glee of what she could do with a pouch full of silver that she didn't hear one little bit of the warning. She giddily sang a brisk goodbye to her godmothers and headed outside.
Rozeline flew gracefully through the emerald-green canopies until she saw a clearing filled with foreign dragons standing stalls bursting with food, jewels, flowers and so much more. She rushed to and fro, looking at what the stalls had to offer. She bought a bag of strawberry guavas from a scarred old RainWing and passionately declared they were her favourite fruit in the whole universe through a mouthful of them. Why are they called strawberry guavas when they are so small and don't look like them at all? She wondered and new thoughts started sprouting. She stopped by at a stall and peered down with raw curiosity. The stall was painted a mint green and a large sign read 'SUCCULENTS' in neat, navy coloured writing. Rozeline silently asked herself what a succulent was and whether she could eat it with strawberry guavas. A tall, slender SandWing looked back down at Roz with a gentle but sad smile. Roz tried to smile in return, but quickly took it back and fixed an emotionless stare onto the SandWing. She was a stranger and could only be trusted if she had a reason to. "Would you like a succulent? They're half price for little cuties like you." said the SandWing. Her tail gestured invitingly towards the small, stubby looking plants. Rozeline looked disgustedly at the chunky leaves, but when she looked at it for longer, they looked more... pretty. Roz's eyes swayed from succulent to succulent, and finally settled on one that looked the prettiest to her. "This one." she said cautiously, pointing at a blue-ish green one that grew in neat rosettes. The SandWing gave Roz that kindly smile again and said, "Ah! The beautiful Echeveria elegans! Good choice." Roz rattled her pouch. The SandWing pointed at the sign below the plant. " One small lump of silver, right? You said half price for dragons like me." enquired Rozeline seriously. The SandWing laughed and nodded. They exchanged things and Rozeline turned to leave. "Wait!" called the SandWing. Roz stopped. The slender SandWing passed a pale pink woven rose. She pressed it in near Roz's left ear. Roz shook her head and whispered sadly, "I'm saving my gold." The SandWing let out a loud and hearty laugh. "No silly! For free." she said. Roz smiled gratefully and hurried off. "Thank you!" she hollered. The SandWing waved goodbye. Suddenly, a dark figure came out of nowhere and forcefully grabbed Roz's hand. Roz tried to scream but found herself unable to. The outside melted away and she found herself in a large, straw sack. Her mind flooded. The garden got washed away from the currents of panic and anxiety. A new place full of towering thoughts that Roz couldn't identify as good or bad. She tried to hold onto her beloved garden but it was no use. She was left with the forest of confusing thoughts that clouded everything. There were muffled screams and shouts outside of the sack. Rozeline cried. She curled into a ball and hoped it was all just a dream.
== Chapter Three ==
Roz woke with a weak hope that she was safe and sound in her hut with her godmothers. She was not. Rozeline was still in the huge sack with a mind full of weird thoughts and no more garden. First, she felt angry. Angry at herself, the dragon who put her in this sack, her godmothers, the SandWing. But she wasn't angry at these people for long. She used the anger to make herself cut out of this prison and breathe the fresh air outside. Roz used her talons to claw holes in the sack and she leapt out before the dragon who had kidnapped her had a reaction. The dark dragon looked up at Rozeline flying free, with her succulent and strawberry guavas in hand. The dragon growled. Curse this useless sack and curse that stupid little dragonet! He reared up and flickered out his wings. He was in on the chase. A silly, naïve dragonet couldn't outrun a large, strong, adult NightWing! He soared through the sky and scanned it until he saw a tiny speck of pink, red and white. He grinned, showing his sharp fangs. Rozeline was scared, and the fear gave her strength to fly away as fast as possible. She looked back and saw a menacing-looking NightWing flying after her. Realising she would have to go down to the ground in order to lose him, she swooped down carefully. The NightWing looked forwards. Not a single sign of the idiotic RainWing! He snarled and turned backwards. Maybe she had flown there! 
Meanwhile, Rozeline was running as fast as she ever could, with a bag full of strawberry guavas and a jade-like succulent. She didn't care where she was going. She just wanted to get away from the big, scary NightWing. She ran, deep into the lush tropical forest and deeper still. A few parrots flew ahead of her, but other than that she couldn't see any other shadow. She stopped at a small hut made with wood from the nearby trees and caught her breath. Once she started breathing normally, her curiosity hauled her over to the hut and she peered through the hole. To her surprise, she saw several other RainWings roughly her age or older looking back at her. The nodded at the door and she opened it cautiously. When she stepped in, she smelt the best cinnamon milk smell she had ever smelt. It was so delicious her scales changed colour rapidly; from red to orange to yellow to green to blue. The RainWings giggled. A tall SandWing that looked at least 3 years older than her looked down at her with kind eyes. "Welcome to Rainforest Orphanage." she said with a familiar smile. "I'm Xerus. I am an orphan. Our matron... had an accident." she said with a wink at her fellow orphans. They laughed. Roz tilted her head in question. "You won't wanna know." said a male orphan RainWing. Rozeline decided she didn't. She wanted to know where that cinnamon milk smell was coming from. She sniffed the air. Xerus had scars on her snout, but other than that she looked very much like the SandWing who gave her the succulent and the flower. "Is it okay if I have a little look inside of ya bag?" Xerus asked quietly. Roz nodded and opened it up. Xerus looked inside and a smile stretched across her face. "Strawberry guavas, and... Echeveria elegans?! I haven't seen that since... I was... left." Xerus' voice trailed off as she mentioned that, and looked up at the ceiling in thought. "What's the cinnamon milk smell coming from?" Roz choked out. She was dying for a cinnamon milk. A RainWing pointed at a large bamboo table with a glass of pale brown liquid and ice cubes. Rozeline dashed to it thirstily and gulped the sweet milk down until there were just cubes left in the glass. Roz quickly decided she trusted the orphans. "You guys... lost your parents? Is that what it means to be an orphan?" Rozeline asked. There was an awkward silence that clung to the hut for a while, before Xerus eventually decided to speak. "Yes. That's what it means. Sadly." mumbled Xerus dolefully. Rozeline nodded, unsure what to say. She was an orphan, but a very lucky one. Her parents died when she was very young, and instead was cared for by Pua and Soleil, her godmothers. "Well... I am an orphan too. My parents died when I was little and my godmothers look after me." Roz said sadly. Xerus gave her an understanding look, then flew over to a nest of straw next to many other nests of straw and sat promptly onto it. All the other orphans instinctively did the very same, and one little blue RainWing gestured towards Rozeline. She paused for a moment, and sat down on a straw nest as well. She looked through a large hole in the hut and saw the shimmering lavender night sky, swirled with white clouds and silver stars. She watched, mesmerized by the beauty, and curled up comfortably. 
== Chapter Four ==
Wild chickens squawked and guffawed loudly amidst the sun-streaked sky and green trees. Rozeline shook her wings and slowly got up. Some of the other orphans were already up, including Xerus, who was making breakfast for the others. Roz was very tired and hungry and leapt towards the bamboo table. She scoffed some coconut pancakes down and said a happy 'thank you', that was slightly muffled through the food in her mouth, but still meant a lot to Xerus. She was a gifted cook and loved spending time making edibles for the other orphans. Underneath the pancakes and cheerfulness, Rozeline still missed Pua and Soleil, and wondered what they were doing. Pua is probably in the secret room, writing she thought to herself. She only found out about the secret room when she was six. "Pua is an author. She's just delivering some of her scrolls to Jade Mountain Academy." Soleil had explained to her when she demanded to know where Pua was going. That same day, she tripped on a rock and landed on some tiles, that then flipped and she tumbled down to a large room underneath their hut that had millions of shelves full of scrolls and books and writing. Roz had thought she was dreaming. Rozeline snapped from this nostalgia when she heard a small voice scream frantically. "KUNZITE HAD BABIES LAST WEEK AND THEY RAN AWAY! HELP ME COLLECT THEM!" the small voice said. A small, cream and baby blue coloured RainWing rushed into the hut, and caught her breath. Rozeline tilted her head. "Who's Kunzite?" she asked. The cream RainWing immediately straightened up as soon as she heard the name being mentioned. "She's a parrot I rescued last year." she said indignantly. Xerus shook her head and laughed. "Bituin and her animals." Xerus muttered, and she followed Bituin outside of the hut. Many minutes later, a bruised Xerus and a content Bituin emerged from outside with an armful of colourful baby parrots. One of them flew out of Xerus' arms and onto Rozeline's head and made itself warm between her horns. Xerus laughed. "I think it likes you!" she said with a giggle. Bituin gazed at Rozeline with millions of curiosity shining in her eyes like the sun outside. "The Indian Ringneck has decided to take you as its guardian and protector for the rest of its life. Please do not resist." Bituin said dramatically. A happy smile stretched across Rozeline's face (which was almost as glowing as Xerus' shiny grin) and she reached for the adorable pile of green feathers on her head. She held the little lump in her hands and it nuzzled her talons without fear. Bituin started wildly chanting, "GIVE HER A NAME, GIVE HER A NAME!" and Xerus shook Roz excitedly. Rozeline started squinting at the little bird in her hand as if a name would randomly appear any second. "D-Dahlia?" she stuttered. The two other dragonets started nodding and bouncing and singing out the baby parrot's new name. 
Evening licked the sky and Rozeline's stomach was hopping up and down with fear. Where are my GODMOTHERS?! She silently screamed. A star outside the hut seemed to be shining on and off, like it was..... laughing at her? "SHUT UP DUMB STAR STOP IT!" she screamed with crazed desperateness. Everyone looked at her like she had gone mad. "Have you gone mad?" blurted out Bituin. Rozeline chuckled nervously. "Err... b-bad dream, haha..." she stuttered, embarrassed. Bituin cheerfully shrugged what happened before away and went back to sleep. Slowly, the staring eyes directed away from her, and Roz felt more comfy. Dahlia kept nipping her whenever she twitched from cruel thoughts, which diminished the comfiness, but stopped the thoughts from plummeting from nowhere. After what was like a billion small, angry nips, Roz finally drifted off to sleep. A panicked cry came from outside and two pairs of feet stepped into the hut. "IT'S THE DRAGONET! IT'S THE DRAGONET!" screeched a crazed voice.
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