A Sandwing's Quest

[WIP] todo: find a better name for this fanfiction.
~PRELUDE
Scorpion had been siting with her mother when the news had arrived by scroll. They hadn't even bothered to send a real dragon to break the news. Her mother stood up to answer the door, a soldier standing on the other side. Her handed her a note and left. Before she opened the scroll it was clear that she already knew the contents: "Colonial Sanders: Deceased"
Three words. Only three words were needed to shatter everything on ever knew...Of course, scorpion was a bit too young to realize what the scroll said. But the look of sadness on her mother's face, like a glass shattering into a million tiny shards, was evident.
"What's wrong mother?" was all Scorpion could figure to ask.
"It's your father..."
"What about father? Did he send us a letter?
"He's... He's..."
"What mother? Tell me!"
"Dead! He's Dead!" Her mother shouted, bursting into tears.
"what? no. He can't be..." Scorpion whispered, tears welling in own eyes. She had to get out of there, away from her pain. It was just too much for her little mind to handle. "He can't be dead, HE JUST CAN'T!" Her mind screamed.
She burst out into the night, away from her home, maybe hoping to find peace in the desert, or maybe trying to starve herself. But before she could do either, with the tear's blocking her vision, she ran into a stranger. She was temporarily shocked out of her stupor by the run in. What really shocked her was the color of the stranger. Black. Nightwings were never seen on the continent. Never. They were dragons of legends, never seen, but their presence was always felt. The only nightwing seen in a few years was that dragonet of destiny.
She looked up in fear, " Hello?"
"Why hello, little one. What might your name be?" He asked, in a supprised but amused voice.
"Scorpion, mister." Was her reply. His voice had an odd, comforting quality.
There was a startle of recognition in his eyes. "And what might your mother's name be, little Scorpion?"
"Iguana, mister." Scorpion replied, startled by the look of... fear?Apprehension?Dread? in the stranger's eyes.
Apon hearing the name of her mother, the stranger's face only appeared to deepen in sadness, but only for a moment. The next his face lit up. "Why, hello scorpion! It's nice to meet you! I'm Starfinder!"
"Um, Hello, mister Starfinder. It's nice to meet you."
"Now that I think about it, what are you doing out here?"
"I... I... I don't know."
"How about we get you back to your mother? She must be worried sick?"
"That'd be nice. I should go then."
"Let me walk you back? I'm great company."
"Alright, Starfinder. That'd be nice." He didn't see particularly seem untrustworthy. Quite the opposite really. His presence was actually quite... comforting.
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