Blister, Blaze and Burn... : The untold tales

Blister: Cold and Calculating.
Blaze: Weak and Vain.
Burn: Cruel and Vicious.
We think we know them. The three sisters who caused so much pain because of their greed.
The truth?
We know nothing.
I am going to fix that. I am going to tell you what really happened. I am going to revive Pyrrhia's past.
And I hope you will listen to every. Word. I say.
Chapter 1.
The death of Oasis.
She marched out of the palace, jaws clenched in anger. The scavengers had stolen her treasure and she would make them pay. A flicker of movement caught her eye and she followed it away from the palace. A second figure slid out of the palace. Smaller and thin, with dark slitted eyes that glittered with a terrible precision. It slithered after the queen silently, like a shadow. Oasis followed the scavenger further until they were only just within sight of the palace. The shadow waited, still and cold as marble. Their eyes flickered across the back of the queen, as if sizing her up. Oasis shivered. Suddenly, the shadow stepped out. That was when the queen knew she was going to die.
Oasis was a strong, popular queen. They all thought she would rule for decades. They were wrong. 
The figure slipped out of the shadows, dark eyed and sneering. "So, mother..." It hissed in a voice as cold as gravel. " Are you ready to die? " As quick as a desert cobra, the sandwing, Oasis's own daughter, pinned the queen to the Sandy ground and raised her tail barb. A scavenger squeaked nearby. "Nasty little things. All of this is their fault... You know, I think I should make it obvious to every dragon that's it's their fault. And covering up My own tracks on the way wouldn't be such a bad idea..." The Sandwing reached out and with one talon, she slit the throat of a scavenger, then pulled its spear from its lifeless, limp hand. " Take one last breath,  oh mighty queen. " the Sandwing hissed, in a voice that was heavy with satisfaction and hatred for her mother. "Take one last breath..." The words seemed to echo in the air for a moment, and the sand swirled around the two dragons, mere silhouettes in the dark twilight. Oasis struggled one last time before falling still and looking up, right into the eyes of her daughter, her killer. In one short moment, Blister thrust the spear into the heart of the ruler of the sandwings. Oasis breathed her last breath, blood flowing freely from her torn chest, and Blister slipped away back into the shadows, wiping the blood off her scales and staining the sand dark red like the sunset...
Chapter 2.   Blaze's discovery.
"It hurts!!!" She wailed as the small Sandwing put a bandage on her foot. " It's not that bad. I'm not really sure if all of this is necessary, but, well... " Blaze cut into the gentle voice of the nurse. "Whisp, it's absolutely necessary! You must understand that! I am in so much pain, and I Mother had better give me more jewels to apologise for treading on my foot! Ooh, yes... I do need another of those gold bangles. I have the feeling just eight of them really isn't enough..." She chattered. " if you say so, princess. " said Whisp quietly, dipping her head in respect and submission. "There. All patched up. If you help your mother deal with those scavengers, she might give you the treasure they stole." She murmured soothingly. " Oh, alright. She better give me it. All of it. " Blaze got up and marched out of the room, limping exaggeratedly and not bothering to say thank you to the gentle Sandwing who had bandaged her foot. She made her way slowly to the courtyard. She had no intention of helping deal with the scavengers, and wondered if her mother would just give her the treasure anyway. Blaze reached the stone arch out into the courtyard, but before she could go out, a dragon landed beside her. "And where would you be going? Off to admire your reflection in the fountain?" Smolder sneered at her. Blaze frowned. " Smolder, go away, I have some very important business to attend to. " she said, sticking her snout in the air and trying to appear tall and imposing. "Oh, yes, of course. I should have known you would be off begging mother for more jewelry." Smolder said sarcastically , grinning at Blaze. "No, I'm not, I'm helping her with a very important job!" She whined. " Well, get on with it then. " Smolder smirked. "But, I couldnt, you were-" "I said get on with it," Smolder interrupted her stuttering indignation , and strutted back into the palace, swishing his barbed tail importantly. Blaze huffed and made her way out into the courtyard. It was dark, and a cold breeze was blowing from somewhere that whipped sand into Blaze's eyes and chilled her heart. "Mother, I've come to help get the scavengers." She called, her voice echoed across the sand. There was no response. She huffed again and stomped to the fountain, deciding to check her scales weren't covered in sand. She reached the fountain and groaned at the red reflection of the sunset, then realised something. It was passed sunset. The sky was black. It wasn't a reflection. She looked closer and that it was thicker, swirling around. .. It was blood. 
Blaze screamed and the scream carried out across the sands, a sound of pure fear. "MOTHER!!!" She screamed, on the verge of horrified tears. She backed away from the fountain, and out into the desert in the direction her mother had followed the scavenger. " MOTHER!!! " she screamed again, and caught sight of a huge lump lying motionless on the sand. She ran towards it, forgetting her hurt foot and everything else that she had said was wrong with her. She stopped about a metre away from it and let out a huge, high pitched wail. Tears flowed from her eyes, saltying the blood stained sand, and she screamed and sobbed until sandwings came running, flying, soaring through the sky and landing beside the blood covered lump. Because the lump was Queen Oasis. 
Chapter 3. Flower.
She sat alone on the dunes, watching the dragons cluster around the body. Only she knew the truth about the death of queen Oasis. The other scavengers had already ran far away, but she had been lagging behind with the other scavenger, the one who had hurt his leg and couldn't run like the others. The one who had been killed by Blister. Flower shivered and watched the dragons with her big brown eyes. She could hear their roars and sobs, and sensed the anger, fear, sadness and unease. A rush of air blew her over and she spat out some sand before getting up to see a huge dragon standing behind her. It snarled. "Muderer. " Flower could make out the words and knew instantly that the dragon thought she had killed the other dragon. She shook her head over and over again, raising her empty hands to show she carried no weapons. The dragon blinked and suddenly looked weary and sad. Flower summoned up the courage to go up to him and pat him on the leg, the only part of him she could reach. He sighed and lifted her up with a talon, then held her up to his face. Trying not to squeal in fright, Flower looked him in the eye.
The sand whipped up in a mini tornado around them. Flower could see the feeling and life in the dragons eyes, and for a moment they seemed to understand each other. The light in the dragons eyes suddenly died and he put her down gently and started to walk back to the palace. Flower watched him go, an ache in her heart that grew and grew... "Come back." It sounded like just a squeak to the dragon, but he turned his head and saw her watching, hazso eyes wide and pleading. She was alone , and so was he. he trudged back across the sand and scooped her up, then, after a moment's hesitation, placed her on his shoulder. She squeaked again and Smolder managed a small smile. Whatever happened next, at least he would have someone to rely on. 
Chapter 4. Singe and the Swan.
They came in the night. Tongues flicking, tails lashing, eyes narrowed. The darkness hid them from the weary eyes of the dragons of mud. The soft earth quietened their footsteps. They surrounded the camp, blocking off every exit. They were not looking for a fight. It was not an attack. It was a kidnap.
One strode forward, his brown flecked scales camouflaged against the reeds. A satchel hung around his neck, and his tail was raised. He was the kidnapper. The Sandwing chosen to capture her.
He slid through the long grasses and mud, creeping closer and closer to the palace of Queen Moorhen. He entered silently, making no sound as he slithered through the dark halls to the chambers of the Queen and her siblings. He peered into every room, searching for her... And at last he found her.
A dragon lay curled on a woven mat of reeds, an unusually slim and beautiful mudwing. But that was not the most unusual thing about her. She stood out in the darkness, almost glowing. The Sandwing could not help but stop and stare at her scales.
White as the snow that lies thick in the kingdom of ice. White as the moons that shines down on Pyrrhia each night. White as the cotton clouds that full the sky on a spring morning. 
Singe stared for what seemed like hours, then came to his senses. There was a job to be done. He took a deep breath... Raised his tail barb high... And plunged it down into the side of her head.
He pressed a cloth on the wound to stop the flow of blood, then took a pot of mulched up brightsting cactus from his satchel and dabbed it on the wound. It wouldn't hurt her. Just render her unconscious until they had her exactly where they wanted her.
The sandwings carried her away swiftly and silently, across rough and rocky terrain, until they came to a point where they could take off and fly through the still night air.
To be continued!
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