TWISTED

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝  𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝  𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝  𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼
this is a work-in-progress fanfiction by jay. please do not steal or edit any contents of this page. we'd like to warn you that this fanfiction is violent and contains themes of horror and gore that may be frightening to younger audiences. viewer discretion would be strongly advised.
so... still here? wherever you've come from, traveler... we can promise you it's better than this.
credits
story development - jay
characters - jay
cover art - none... yet.
character official references - none... yet.
page structure - jay
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝  𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝  𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝  𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼
==prologue - 26 years before the creeping era==
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝  𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝  𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝  𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼
The call rang softly in the night, searching for the set of ears meant to hear it. To any dragon, the cry would've meant nothing. To Whisper, the cry meant a lot.
Whisper had been sleeping with her windows open for moons now, waiting for when the call would reach her. She'd been starting to lose hope when finally it came. Her spirits rose. One call. Just one sharp cry into the night.
And then came another, and then a third. The third was the shriek of anguish that arose from Whisper's throat as she threw herself to the floor, crashing her talons against the smooth blackstone ground. She opened her snout and let out a roar of flame. The wooden walls of her own house were set ablaze as Whisper shot up, bursting through the burning roof and soaring to one of the dark cliffs. The night was still and starless around her, the only light coming from the burning den down below. Her sobs and wails escaped into the heavy darkness.
That was Recluse's sign. That was Recluse, telling her that all hope was lost. Virgo was dead and gone. Mourner had told her of Virgo's potential. He'd told her that Virgo had been forseen to harvest the power of the stars, as so many had tried before him. Yes... Mourner had wanted to take Virgo on as his Starscraper's Apprentice. 
But Virgo's egg was the cracked one. The egg was dying, and with it, the dragonet inside. Virgo. Whisper's one chance to raise her family in the rankings. So she'd sent them to be raised with Recluse. Recluse was a NightWing exile who lived alone on the beach- Recluse was Whisper's brother. And she hardly trusted Recluse, sure, but many knew of his healing talents and if he could save Virgo, it would be worth it.
But Whisper hoped maybe... Mourner would take one of the survivors? If they survived. Libra and Scorpius... maybe he'd take Libra or Scorpius on in Virgo's place? There coulld be another prophecy. There had to be another prophecy. Mourner liked her; Mourner had to agree to try to prophesize about Libra or Scorpius! Whisper could feel her heart rate rising, her breath coming quick and fast, choking on the smoke that rose from below. She had to find Mourner. She had to find him and she would beg and beg for him to just try and take on one of her remaining beauties. So she leapt off the edge, soaring higher, higher around the spiraling blackstone tower known as the Starscraper Spire. She wondered how Mourner flew this every time he exited and entered his place of work, and his home- the entrance was a small, circular hole at the spire's very tip. Finally, Whisper reached it, and struggled to push in the glass hatch and scramble inside. 
Mourner looked up and startled, laughing anxiously. “Oh my! Whisper. Can't say I was expecting you tonight." He pushed his spectacles up his snout. “Oh no, bother, have I misplaced my schedule?"
Whisper laughed. “No, no, don't worry- regrettably, I'm showing up uninvited. I have important news." Her face hardened, her expression unreadable.
Mourner's face fell. “Oh bother, something's happened to The Prophesized One, isn't that it?"
“Stop calling him that!" Whisper cried, causing Mourner to recoil. She shook her head and took a breath. “I- I'm sorry. It's just- he has a name. Virgo, a beautiful name- and he's dead."
Mourner drew in a sharp, hissing breath. “As you suspected he would be... tragedy. Well, nothing can be done; you may make your leave."
Whisper shook her head desperately. “No! No, please had a brother, and a sister. Surely one of them is special!"
Mourner looked up at her. “This is your last chance, Whisper. After this I will take no more pleas. Bring me the eggs."
Whisper nodded tearily, flying up to the window and letting out four sharp calls. A great, fire-coloured bird swooped towards her and its wings filled the top of the tower space as it burst inside. Mourner's eyes widened, his spectacles sliding off his snout.
“Is that a- a phoenix? Where ever did you acquire one?"
“Not mine," Whisper murmured. “My brother's." She looked at the phoenix and gave it one of the words it was trained to respond to. “Send."
The bird soared out, letting out two short cries and two longer songs as it grew nearer to the shore, the sign for Recluse to be ready with the eggs. Whisper turned back to Mourner.
Moruner raised a brow. “You're... sending the bird? To fetch your eggs? That seems risky... after Virgo."
“I trust her- Firebird, my brother calls her. Besides, I'm not flying out to the shore myself," Whisper replied.
Mourner's eyes widened. “Are you- did you- did you give the eggs to Recluse? Whisp, please tell me you have another brother I forgot about."
Whisper turned a cold eye to Mourner. “Mourner, I couldn't let my eggs rot in a volcanic wasteland! I had to give them the best chance I could- maybe Virgo just wasnt's meant for this world. But this is what's right."
“Recluse is dangerous! He's an exile, Whisper!"
“He's my brother," Whisper rasped. She heard the same calls Firebird had made to signal Recluse to have the eggs, and flew up to the window. Firebird was visible in the distance, a cloth sack hanging from her claws. Whisper waited with outstretched talons as the bag was dropped into her care.
Whisper swooped back to the ground, her heart swelling with emotion. Here were her beautiful babies. She unwrapped the bundle and looked down at the beautiful eggs. One was black, with white lines and Xs scratched in circles across the surface. The shiny black egg was streaked with indigo and blue, and speckled with silver stars.
The next one was purple and slightly marbled, looking something like a supernova. They were exquisite, colourful, gorgeous.
Mourner inspected the eggs. “Do- these ones- have names?"
Whisper nodded. “The marbled one is Libra, and the black one is Scorpius."
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