Avoiding Mistakes

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Avoiding Mistakes is a fanfiction that features Emberfall as the main character. This fanfic shows Emberfall's life after her exile from the SkyWing Palace and becoming a resident of Possibility.
TW for attempted murder on sibling, a lot of swears, and other stuff.
==Prologue==
   A SkyWing dragonet wandered around the outskirts of the massive mountains, grassy clearings everywhere with a few groves of tall pine trees. On the other side of the mountains, vast sand covered the surface. The dragonet's dark amber eyes glinted maliciously in the moonlight.
   "You came again," A SandWing asked in a non-threatening yet creepy tone.
   "Of course I f//king did. I need a plan," The SkyWing dragonet snapped, and stopped for a dramatic effect-- "To kill someone I despise greatly."
   "We all do, young dragonet -- you will be a great assassin if you decide who to kill or not." The SandWing replied calmly. He flicked its black cloak, clearly thinking about plans. "The first time, you used the Dragonflame cacti, right?"
   "And he didn't even burn!" The dragonet blurted out. Her coppery yellow eyes blazed with fury and anger for a moment. "I planned carefully for that goddamn assassination. It was a pile of dog s//t."
   "Oh, don't worry, I will make this one succeed for sure," The deadly-looking assassin replied.
   The dragonet nodded slowly, still frowning.
   "I have this plan, but it won't sound so great when it comes out of my mouth--" He was then interrupted by the dragonet.
   "Vulture, I hope this isn't about some s//tty arson -- he is a crappy firescale and also fireproof, I believe. Real sh/t." The SkyWing dragonet pointed out.
   "Oh, it isn't, and I'd prefer if you stop cutting my words or swearing," Vulture hissed. "It's poison -- specifically dragonbite viper venom, the deadliest of all." He dangled a small vial of black liquid.
   The dragonet smirked with delight. "That'd work,"
   "The gold you offered for this one?" Vulture asked.
   "Oh, here, I will give you more if this succeeds," The dragonet handed him a huge chunk of gold. He snatched the gold right away when he saw the gleaming stone.
   "Good luck, dragonet. I hope it will work for your annoying enemy." Vulture commented, and he disappeared.
   "Let's get this bu//sh/t started," The SkyWing dragonet, now holding a vial of the most dangerous venom, muttered. She stretched her wide wings and launched herself into the night air.
   It was the second time she ever flew without any adult's permission. "Ha, f//k rules, it's my time to shine," She muttered gleefully to herself, acknowledging it. She soared above the clouds and dived toward the SkyWing palace.
   The dragonet landed on the platform that was the closest to her room. Then she hid her vial in a pouch her 'ally' gave her.
   "Guard?" She shouted to a guard beside her. "Open this damn door, please."
   "Sure, why not," The guard yawned as the door opened. "Just don't report me, alright?"
   "No," She replied shortly and strode to the long hallway, colored in ivory. Gold chandeliers illuminated her shadows. Among the countless wooden doors, hers was the first door at the left.
Then Emberfall casually strolled into her room. It was gorgeous, as she designed it herself. The floor was made of marble stones, and the stone-gray walls were decorated with black sculptures on high and indestructible marble shelves. A huge bed carved out of stone was in the corner. There was nothing at all except for a reddish wooden table and scroll rack.
   "Oh, hi," A copper SkyWing dragonet greeted her, steaming and making the room humid in an annoying way. Five dragonets surrounded the coppery dragonet, and they were all asking questions about him.
   "You're so handsome, Copperclaw." A pale-colored dragonet said, clearly flirting.
   "Jeez, thanks," Copperclaw replied. "Emb, may I use your room? We're gonna party in this place!"
"No, and my name is Emberfall, not Emb, you d///head." Emberfall snapped.
"Hey, chill! I'll just use this place anyways, mother and father always said that we should share our rooms." Copperclaw declared.
Gritting her teeth, Emberfall slithered out from her room. A SkyWing was hastily running toward her room. She was carrying royal meals made out of tender beef, which made Emberfall's mouth water.
"May I bring the well-made fare to my brother by myself, ma'am?" Emberfall asked politely. Her mother would freak out when she hears that her daughter wasn't communicating with high-classed members anymore, but rules didn't matter to her now.
"Sure, young lady," The SkyWing gave the dishes to Emberfall and hastily flew away.
When no one was looking, she poured a drop of the Dragonbite viper venom into the tender meat, which Copperclaw liked the most. She winced at the idea of this delicious food being wasted for her assassination. Then she strolled into her room.
"Hey, would you like to eat this?" She asked.
==Chapter 1==
   Emberfall never wanted to be an exile or a burden to her family. It all began with Copperclaw, the despicable, all-knowing, and vile firescales. He was worse than Blister or Blaze. He took everything from her, and she didn’t even think of him as his brother. Siblings were supposed to help others -- seen from how her former friend’s relationship with his sister was good until he died in an ambush. Emberfall despised IceWings.
   She clearly remembered the day when her brother was promoted. It was the worst day ever in her life.
   Emberfall was wandering around the SkyWing ‘dormitory,’ which was actually what her family bought when she heard a commotion inside her room. As usual, Copperclaw invited his great friends and was having a party without her permission. His coppery orange scales glinted under the glass chandelier.
   “Emb! I’m a soldier now!” Copperclaw shouted gleefully yet so innocent. “Now, Imma kick some IceWing butts and be cool! Ha ha, no pun intended.”
   “Did you know that the queen figured out about his firescales but didn’t kill him?” An orange dragonet with pale brown markings yelled joyfully. “He’s gonna be a hero!”
   “To be honest, I don’t see any difference,” Emberfall replied crossly. It was me who informed the queen, idiots! She thought. She twirled her golden necklace, which had a piece of black stone placed at the center. It was one of the family heirlooms, but Emberfall adored it while she was indifferent about the idea of heirlooms. However, she also thought she was the rightful owner, as she was the oldest and the only female in her clutch.
   “Don’t worry, you can be a soldier too,” Copperclaw tried to reassure her.
   “You aren’t being helpful, you little git,” Emberfall snapped.
   “Oh, stop being so closed, sis. Be optimistic! See possibilities in unexpected dragons!” Copperclaw said brightly, grinning. Emberfall hated his dumb grin.
   “Yeah, you’re being over-moody!” The orange dragonet added.
   “She’s so cool, at least,” A dragonet tilted her head.
   “Are we rambling about Emb now?” Copperclaw asked his ‘crowd’ in a joyful tone. They all seemed to be Copperclaw’s lackeys to Emberfall.
   “Oh sh/t, here I go again,” She muttered to herself. “Oleander?” She called her beloved osprey, possibly the sole creature she trusted. Even the queen wasn’t that reliable anymore.
   “Stop calling Oleander, you like him more than me!” Copperclaw complained. He still had his dumb smile.
   “Even though he’s an osprey, he is more civilized than you, d/mba//,” Emberfall shot back. She was feeling more miserable than she ever was. Her plans always didn’t work well.
   As if her pet osprey understood her, Oleander cawed and fluttered toward her, landing on her shoulder. He rubbed his beak against her scarlet scales.
   “Thanks, but I don’t like being rubbed by your beak,” Emberfall whispered.
   Emberfall shook her head, returning to reality. She was in the outskirts of the Claws of the Clouds Mountains, the desert faintly visible beside the gigantic landmarks, but screaming its existence. Shrubs and ivy vines surrounded her, giving warmth in the cold mountains. She brushed off the dust from her once-beautiful scarlet scales, now toughened, and whistled to call her osprey Oleander.
   Oleander was holding a dead rat in his talons. He screeched as raindrops splattered his russet-colored feathers. Emberfall decided it was enough dwelling in the mountains. She didn't want to be reminded of the SkyWing Palace, either. It would've been really sh/tty if she permanently lived here.
   Forget the noble past, she thought. I’m a wanderer now. I don’t need my so-called brother or any of my relatives.
   “C’mon, Oleander,” Emberfall commanded, her wings open now. “We got a long flight.”
   Then she launched herself into the humid air. The air felt fresh and less dry as she flew.
   Emberfall soared through the clouds, Oleander following her behind. She smirked as the mountains faded behind her and were replaced by a few patches of low trees, shrubs, and the Great Five-tail River. In front of her lay an infinite amount of golden sand particles. They glittered brightly in the sunlight. 
   She was now in the SandWing territory.
==Chapter 2==
  “Nice,” Emberfall muttered as she dived, coming out from the soggy clouds and flying low. “I never gave a sh/t about those cotton candies. They’re so uncomfortable and all f/cking wet.”
   Oleander cawed beside her. She saw how her osprey was getting tired. Its eyes were clouded, and the bracken-colored feathers weren’t glinting anymore. She thought of pouring oil over Oleander but rolled her eyes when she imagined the consequences.
   “Would you like to rest for a while?” She asked. The once-lively osprey landed on her shoulder, exhausted.
   “Yeah, right, I forgot. SkyWings are the fastest creatures on Pyrrhia that no other f//king tribe -- or creature -- would follow their speed,” Emberfall said to herself, half-serious. “Note to myself.”
   Oleander cawed again. Emberfall pulled out a pile of wet moss and dabbed it on him. Months of living in the mountains gave her endless sources of water and food. Instead of stone, sand was below her, with no evidence of a living creature.
   “There, you can rest for a while,” She declared. As her osprey clutched her shoulder, she speeded up and soared higher until she could see a small town-like structure. Her SkyWing eyes were working well, at least.
   Emberfall opened her map of Pyrrhia, which was now crumbled and faded into yellow. “Right next to me is the Great Five-tail River, which is not that great like its namesake,” Emberfall mused. “And the town? Oh f//k, that is not a town. It’s Burn’s Stronghold, three moons.”
  Oleander cawed, asking for more water.
  “You want water? Here you go, you little gremlin,” Emberfall replied. She squeezed a drop of water from another pile of moss and fed it to her osprey. As she reached for the moss, her map fell.
  “I’m tired of either talking to myself or Oleander.” She yawned. “Including this. Perhaps I should go to a random village that isn’t sh/tty like Burn’s if I had my map.” She glared at Oleander, but he wasn’t there.
  “Oh, for f/ck’s sake!” Emberfall slapped her head. “He’s just as same as Copperclaw.” It was the worst insult she could come up with.
  Then, Oleander soared toward her, holding her map in his beak.
  “You lovely little brat!” She clasped her talons, rolling her eyes. “You know what you should do at least, unlike that d/ckh//d.”
  Oleander cawed in agreement, his beady yellow eyes shining with happiness again.
  Emberfall held the map again, Oleander on her shoulder. She searched for the nearest dragon settlements that weren’t small.
  “Burn’s Stronghold? F/ck, never.” She said to Oleander. He cawed, presumably in agreement. “Scorpion Den? Too messy and full of frauds and assassins, duh. Who would visit it.”
“Excuse me?” A dragon below them shouted. Emberfall lowered slightly to see their features. They were a SandWing, but with dark-colored scales. They looked like some a spy or an assassin, presumed by their sly look in general. “Scorpion Den isn’t that bad!”
  “Oh, I apologize if you were listening to my rambling, b/st/rd,” Emberfall responded sarcastically. She grabbed Oleander and casually flew away from the raging dragon. They hissed and spitted in rage but were unable to follow Emberfall’s SkyWing speed.
  “That was fun, little guy,” She said slyly to her osprey. 
   Oleander cawed in confusion, tilting his head to the left. Emberfall sighed. 
   “You don’t understand? But then, you’re just an osprey, after all,” She rolled her eyes. Then she continued to look at the map. She realized that the map was slightly torn while Oleander carried it.
   “Guess I will buy a new one,” Emberfall sighed again but stopped. She felt like she sighed too much in a day, which somehow irritated her.
   Hearing a rapid flutter, she spun her head. Oleander was hovering in midair to see the map more clearly.
   “Right, I need to decide where I’ll go,” She said in a bored tone. “We can possibly go to Possibility.” Then she pointed her claw to the tiny dot labeled 'Possibility' before adding, “Damn, I desperately need advice on making good puns.”
   Oleander dived into the desert sands. Emberfall followed her osprey, catching him in midair.
   “What were you thinking?” She scowled. “You could’ve been lost in the sands.”
   Oleander cawed apologetically.
   “Anyways, let’s fly into Possibility together in a SkyWing way,” Emberfall said. She grabbed Oleander and beat her wings slowly to the north. She saw a small dot and suddenly sped up until the sand was whirling in her vision.
   She slowed down and landed on the soft ground. SkyWings, SandWings, and MudWings were busily moving around in a messy-looking town. She instantly considered going to Scorpion Den, but she shook her head. She spent too much time on her extra-fast flight that she learned.
   “This is the SkyWing way,” She told Oleander as she thought of her training. “Let’s go in.”
   As Emberfall looked at the buildings of Possibility, a dragon blocked their way.
==Chapter 3==
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