Wings of Fire: Cursed Flames of Secrets

== Note ==
Notice that this has mature content and will have censored parts (i.e. bl**d, d*ath, v*olence, k*lling). This fanfic belongs to WCU by the way, so no stealing, editing, or taking characters (editing can be made if mod/admin). Enjoy reading!
== Prologue ==
The night was cold, wind rustling the leaves on the crooked, tall trees. A jet-black dragon stormed through the dead silent woods, her purple eyes flaring flames of pure anger. "Never again," She snarled, turning around. She was face-to-face with a large purple nightwing.
"Defeated once more?" The male creature smirked. "Foolishly." She growled, turning away again. Her eyes fixed onto a scroll she pulled out of a rustic, ratty pouch wrapped around her chest.
"No offense, Artemis, but your defeats are just as pathetic as your plans." The night dragon snickered, walking forth into the forest. The female dragon, Artemis, turned to follow. "Do you have any better ideas?" She snapped, trying desperately to catch up.
"Not like you'd want to hear them-" He murmured, glancing away. She leaped in front of him to stop his pace, eyes locked on the taller nightwing. "Afraid of me to hear them because they were so foolishly defeated??" She snarled, her words getting on his nerves. "No. You'd ruin my reputation." 
"What reputation?!? The reputation of getting pulled down to the darkness?" She bared her fangs, the male nightwing being unamused as he turned away and began to slowly walk away. "Stop running away from your problems! If we defeat them, we can take Pyrrhia to ourselves!" The wind rustled the trees, whipping though the night dragon's scales.
"Pyrrhia is too strong. You would never make it, though you are already foolish enough to think such," He growled. "But I have an idea to make things a little, as I should say, easier." She shoved the scroll toward him, her talons hooked into its corners. "This is it!" Artemis hissed, her deep purple eyes narrowed.
He looked down. "A beat up scroll is the answer? Pathetic." Artemis clenched her fangs, trying so hard not to sink her claws into his scales. "No... I was able to contain some of Darkstalker's scroll, I rewrote everything. With this, we can take them down and win the glory!"
"Not safe." He snarled. "Cursed, trust me, we have more than just a scroll on our side-" Artemis pulled out a deep red book and threw it to the nightwing, Cursed's, talons. "It has animus magic spells and some hidden dark magic. With this, they'll be lucky if they survive." She grinned chaotically.
Cursed heaved a held sigh, turning away to the forest. "Fine, you've interested me. We must wait before the attack. The Brightest night will come in three days. Once the dragonets of destiny are hatched, we strike." He spread his wings and took off, the winds following his trailed wing beats. Artemis nodded, taking off as well.
Dune bolted out from his hidden spot, his flashy black eyes narrowed. He knew it was up to him to stop what the nightwings were up to. He turned to run, though he caught a glance of one of them as he ran. All he could do was hope.
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