Fallen Rain

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"I saw that I was on the wrong side of history... It was a difficult realization to make, but one I forced myself to come to terms with."
=Fallen Rain=
"Oi! Hey! I'm talking to you." The dragon behind the counter rapped his knuckles against the top of Rain's head, waking him from a stupor and shifting his hood slightly to the left. Clenching his fist a flash of orange rippled across Rain's wrist and talon. The irritated feeling was gone as soon as it appeared and Rain's scales returned to their usual dark blue as he lifted his head to look at the tall SkyWing before him. 
"Yes?"
"That guy at the back wants to talk to you." The SkyWing said pointing. Rain turned slightly, following the barkeep's outstretched claw to a shadowy table at the far end of the room near the front windows. He couldn't see much, seeing as the dragon sitting there was wreathed in a haze of smoke. "He's also offered to pay for your drinks." Nodding Rain stood. He didn't really have anything better to do, so he might as well see what was wanted of him. It wasn't like he had anything to lose. He thanked the barkeep, setting a small gold coin onto the counter and made his way over to the table at the back. Upon reaching the table Rain took a seat before the other dragon, still obscured by smoke. It smelled acrid and unnatural, nothing like the smoke that dragons typically made. 
"You're not from around here are you." It wasn't a question, more a statement of fact. Again Rain's scales changed color. A flash of purplish orange across the side of his neck. Quickly Rain changed his scales back to dark green and blue, hoping that his cloak had disguised most of the unwanted color. He was confused. 
"How did you guess?" The dragon in front of Rain waved away the smoke hiding his face, revealing a NightWing with piercing ice blue eyes. He had a disheveled look about him and seemed like he hadn't slept in days. The NightWing shrugged. 
"There's a look to out of towners." He said. "They all have the same confused and impressed aura around them. Plus you're a RainWing, don't see many of you guys around." So the NightWing had seen the color burst. Rain had been so good at keeping his emotions from his scales, but lately… "You're different from the other newcomers though." The NightWing said. "You behave like someone on the run. Of all the places to hide, why not pick somewhere less populated?" Rain shifted slightly, uncomfortable. He looked down at his talons which were now a vibrant dark purple and red color. As hard as he tried, they refused to change back to blue. "I want you to tell me why you're here." Rain looked up at the NightWing, confused. 
"Why do you care?" The NightWing shrugged again, never taking his piercing gaze off of Rain. 
"Because it's my business to know things. Besides, you and I both know you have nothing better to be doing." Rain didn't like that this NightWing knew so much about him. It was creepy, and it made him uncomfortable. He was right though. 
"You a cop or something?" The NightWing shook his head, smiling slightly.
"No way. I have a strained relationship with the police to say the least." Rain nodded. "Another outlaw." 
"Fine... It's a long story, taking place over 8 years ago." 
"Not a problem." The NightWing said nodding to someone behind Rain. A server set two cups down, one before Rain and the other in front of the NightWing. "We have all the time in the world." Rain nodded slowly. He still felt uncomfortable and didn't 100% like or trust the NightWing but he still chose to remain seated.
"8 years ago I was somewhere far away from here, a place you'd have never seen. A part of something you'd never have heard of. I was happy there, at least for a while."
Rain was making his bed. It needed to be perfect, inspections would be soon. His room was small, so small that he barely had room to turn around, and his bed took up half the room. Rain didn’t mind though. He was a small dragon and didn’t need or really want much space. Taller than average, but really nothing to look at. His dark blue and green scales often hidden by black fabric. The soft light shafting in from the single high window told Rain that it was late afternoon. There was going to be an announcement today. On what Rain wasn't sure but was certain that he shouldn't miss it. His bed made Rain turned to the small chest on the other side of the room. He opened it pulling out different pieces of rusty metal armor and a folded black cloak. Rain didn’t like wearing the armor much. It was heavy and clunky. He was certain that in a fight he would be better off without it, but it was a League requirement for all members to wear armor. It took a little bit to get it all on, but it wasn't awful. Rain next unfolded the cloak. Made out of a thick black material; it plus the layers of black cloth that Rain was already wearing would do a wonderful job of keeping him dry and warm. That was really the only thing Rain didn't enjoy about being a member of the League of Shadows, and living at Nanda Parbat; the cold. Sure he'd gotten used to it, but he certainly didn’t enjoy it. Turning to the chest again, Rain pulled out a polished pearly white mask, with dark black eyes and a small black teardrop shape beneath the left eye. Like the armor Rain wasn't the biggest fan of wearing the mask. He didn’t 100% like having his face covered so completely but again like the armor it was a requirement. Fully dressed in the League's "uniform" Rain left his room heading for the central grounds. He walked down the carved stone tunnels, the only noise the scraping of his claws against stone and the light swish of his cloak. It didn't take long for Rain to reach the enormous main hall. It amazed him every time he saw it. It’s soring celling so high above his head Rain could easily fly up to touch it. Taking a left Rain emerged into the blinding light of the afternoon. There were many other League members on the grounds already, with more arriving. A sea of faceless hooded dragons. Rain found a spot near the elevated stage in the center of the grounds. Not at the front but not in the back, somewhere in the middle. For the most part there was silence on the grounds, beyond the occasional whispered conversation and shifting in the snow. Everyone was waiting, as they had been told to do. A horn blew, long and loud. Something was happening. The last of the hushed conversation faded as three dragons now stood upon the stage. It was the temporary leader of The League of Shadows Taliya, and her two current bodyguards. Taliya was the temporary leader of the League because her father Storm, the true leader had died without naming a successor and so Taliya had taken over her father's organization sighting the fact that she was the IceWing's eldest daughter and it was, "What he would have wanted." 
"I'm sure that you're all wondering why I've summoned you." The SkyWing/IceWing hybrid's voice was commanding and powerful. Echoing off the mountains, her words were guarantied to be heard by every League member as loud as if she was standing directly in front of him. Dressed in a black cloak with a golden chain clasp and matching gold earrings, the temporary leader was just as intimidating as her father. With scales the color of fresh blood and new snow, Taliya was beautiful as well. Rain thought so at the very least. "I have a very important announcement to make." With a dramatic flourish, Taliya produced a golden armband. It shined a bright white gold in the sunlight. "My dear father, the true leader of this organization will soon be returned to us!" Gasps and mummers rippled through the gathered crowed of League members. 
"But how is this possible? Storm is dead isn't he?" Someone shouted. Rain turned around, trying to see who it was who'd spoken up but it was impossible to tell. Taliya grinned. 
"My father is dead yes, but I have a plan to bring him back." She again held up the armband. "This, this will help me. Everything we've worked to for the past six years will finally be completed!" Taliya's smile widened. "With Storm returned we can finally destroy The Masked Dragon and rebuild the world!" At her words the courtyard erupted with cheers. For as long as Rain had been a part of The League of Shadows there had always been two goals, the death of The Masked Dragon and the reshaping of Pyrrhia into a new utopian world. Storm had been unable to complete either goal before his untimely end, but if what Taliya was saying was true then their leader would be reunited with them and The League could finally complete their missions. 
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