Sea of Lies

----Hey there! Yeah, you! This short fanfiction belongs to Cloudy, and is her second fanfiction. Otherwise, please enjoy! Also, Mature Content Warning: Scenes you may find uncomfortable, as well as violence!This story is fanon!
----short summary
winding through a path of lies, a small dragonet hides, drowning in a sea of lies. fate isn't a savior, is what this little dragonet learns, that some stories are not meant to be told. winding down and down is a mystery yet to be solved.
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==Prologue==
The SandWing raced through the halls.
She was panicked, her heart beating so fast it may as well have burst. She breathed heavily, and she felt like that all the palace must have heard her breathing. Relax, Mamba, you're one of the SandWing allies, the SkyWings won't attack me, Mamba scolded herself in her mind.
But she had a feeling that if she didn't figure this out, they would kill her, because they already had their suspicions, and they would blame her. I'm not the murderer.
Two days earlier, Mamba had volunteered to go with Queen Burn to the SkyWing Palace, since it was Queen Scarlet's hatching day, and Burn was invited, but she knew that Mamba only wanted to go because of the "thrilling" gladiator fights.
Mamba did not in particular like the gruesome fights.
But that would be treason if she ever pointed that out. And then she had received a fancy letter to the After-Hours Feast and Banquette, and she met the most handsome SkyWing she had ever seen, and his named was Zephyr. He sure was named accordingly, the prince was so soft and kind, unlike all other ruthless SkyWings.
And then had gone to the After-Hours Bar, and had gotten so drunk, Mamba had fear that she was with egg. But she wasn't sure yet. Anyways, Zephyr and the two loved each other, even if their meeting was accidental. They both spent the night together, flying, hunting, and dancing together.
They had then gone to bed, where the next day, at exactly ten o' clock at night, they both snuck out, past the guards, to hang out with each other, bathed in the bright light of the most rare thing; the brightest night. Zephyr was a forgotten prince, so he wasn't invited to the burning of the eggs. Mamba had been utterly terrified when she heard of it.
The young and gentle SkyWing wanted to run away with her. To elope. 
But apparently there was no such thing as a "secret". And so, the night that the two had been planning to run off, Zephyr hadn't come. Mamba had waited and waited, and once the moons were sinking into the distant mountains, she had a horrible feeling of dread that something was wrong.
Mamba felt like she was being watched, but Zephyr woundn't do that to her. So she fled back to the palace, right before flames devoured the area she had been before. Someone had been trying to kill her. But Mamba couldn't find out what was more disturbing-
Why they did it, or who did it?
And then, the next day was the worst day of her life.
Zephyr had been found dead.
And worse.
She was blamed for it.
== The Story ==
A small dragonet wandered around the halls of the SandWing Stronghold.
His heart pounded. Was that something trailing after him? Was that a shadow? He didn't know. He didn't even know where he was going. He was scared down to the bone.
But why? That was another question that yet to be answered. The shadows were whispering. They were going to devour him and the Palace. He took another step and collided into a shadow. Or.. Something else?
The Queen, Queen Burn, towered over the young dragonet.
"Watch it," the large queen snarled.
"I was only speculating the distance of stars and SkyWings," the young dragonet said. He could never speak properly. He always spoke in weird, twisting ways.
"Speak normally, lizard!" Queen Burn roared.
"I'm Sorry, Majesty of the Great," the dragonet whispered.
"Send him to the dungeon," Burn growled, pointing at a nearby guard.
The young dragonet was grabbed immediately, and dragged to the dark depths of the dungeon. 
He descended down and down, passing the mad prisoner, and several other "traitors" who hadn't obeyed Burn's orders. The dragonet was dragged to an open cell, next to a quite old prisoner. 
The guards gave him a look of pity, before quickly moving out. He understood it- they could easily imagine themselves behind the bars. All it took was one mistake. The mad prisoner shrieked more syllables somewhere near him. 
But the dungeon was pitch black. The little one shivered. Before long, the older dragon swept forward, as far as his chains could reach. 
"Hello," he said softly, his voice old and raspy. 
The little one looked up, hope filling his eyes. 
"I'm so sorry my dear dragonet," he said pitifully. "of bringing you hope. Allow me to introduce myself as the Storyteller.". 
The Storyteller looked at the dragonet with interest in his eyes. "You have stayed long enough, would you like to hear a story?" 
The little one shivered in wonder, but nodded his head. 
"Long, long ago.. There was a lie." 
"A dragon found dead in the night. A SandWing had fallen in love, with one of the Wings of Sky. Oh how dear they loved eachother, until there were strange disappearances all around Scarlet's Palace. Nobody knew who, or why, or where. That was the great mystery. 
"Everyone's scaled shivered, as day after day, more went missing. 
"And so the Prince and Princess planned to be married.. The things had chosen the SkyWing. He vanished into the night and was found dead two days later. Of course, the young SandWimg was blamed." 
"But she couldn't have!" the young one roared. 
"Of course she would. Who else would be the blame? They were always deaths revolving around marriage," the Storyteller replied. 
Wip, check back later 
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