End of Bloodlines

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prologue (1)
today was any usual day for any usual dragon. not for me, apparently.
recently I had travelled to the scorpion den. any smart icewing would conveniently avoid this place that some could even consider “home”. but mother had informed me of a mystery to solve. said I was the best choice for it.
even though I was the worst.
and if that couldn’t get bad enough, it felt like I was melting away as soon as the sand hit my scales. the sandwings who, somehow weren’t on the verge of death in this place (great ice dragon, it is HOT!), had informed my mother, queen of the icewings, that several icewing murders had occurred in this area and that they needed someone to investigate and solve this… whatever we called it. why would she choose me? probably because I’m lazy and do nothing but eat seals and bear meat all day.
couldn’t argue my way out of it, so what did I do? I polished my scales, grabbed a compass and some extra food, and hesitantly made my way down to the kingdom of sand. pretty dreadful the whole way there, but that was nothing compared to the sandy, scorching hot breeze that hit her.
and now we see how this plays out. woohoo, so fun. get to solve bloody murders of my own tribe with no experience. could’ve called an ACTUAL detective, mother.
i closed my notebook and growled, arms aching from the writing. I missed my home, where the whistling wind beckoned me. I missed the cold, frosty air against my scales. the snow under my talons. not SAND.
all I have left is STUPID SAND.
I didn’t even give an icewing’s tail about the dragons who got killed! if they were that important of dragons then maybe a dragonet who ate leaves as a hatchling wasn’t an obvious choice to actually investigate their dead bodies. that’s not the worst part, I’ve noticed these two odd looking dragons that were possibly hybrids watching me a bit. maybe my anxiety is making me overreact, but I can’t help but feel something’s up with them. something… strange? but now wasn’t the time to be worrying about some mutated piles of mud when I had some STUPID, DUMB, USELESS case to crack. ugh. whenever I walked past most of the dragons in the Scorpion Den I could hear them chattering about me, or laughing and pointing a mangled talon in my direction. and as much as I wanted to grab them by the horns and sink my talons into their throat and watch them slowly collapse to the ground, I held myself together pretty well considering how I usually lash out and leave certain dragons in tatters.
but it did leave me fuming inside, and if I could freeze those dragons into ice blocks I would do it in a heartbeat.
well, only thing I can do is throw my scarf on (that made me BOIL alive), put my tiara on, and kick my executive dysfunction in the rear. great. that sure was easy.
as if even walking down the streets wasn’t bad enough, it seemed like EVERYONE knew of what was happening. everyone knew who I was. all that I could hear was, “That’s the princess!”, “That can’t be her, can it?”, “Why would the Queen send her daughter instead of an actual detective?”, “Can’t imagine being like that.”
i guess this is destiny calling me. getting followed and sent to the middle of nowhere. but I still dream of something else happening. something life changing… useful. incredible. that did not include getting sent halfway across Pyrrhia for a stupid crime scene.
2
a normal life. might one ask for so much? perhaps that is what I have. perhaps I am overseeing things... but I am always hungry for more. always. the greed runs down to my bones, eating my flesh, rotting my site. everything around me is powerless in exchange for a single bite. a looming face filled with blood and fear. a single talon reached towards me. was this the religion I was learning? if this was, I was doomed to a fate perhaps even worse than death. I push the grey talons away, backing up in fear, shaking my head rapidly as to see if I can understand what this cruel fate wants of me.
life. brightness floods into my eyes. I scramble up, falling onto a floor of carpets, shakily standing up. a minor pain struck through my head, pulsing like a light. when my brown eyes opened, darting around, naught had changed. the previous occurrences had been naught but a dream. Nay! how did dreams like that scare me? I was the fearless Klaus, the one who never screamed, who could go on loops for hours without a twitch of fear. thus, I begin my day, stumbling towards my dresser to simply place my talons on it, reassuring myself that all is real. all is well. nothing is wrong. Taurak is not the one who haunts thy dreams.
I put my glasses on with the utmost delicacy, as though they would shatter if my talons pressed too much weight. shalt I lie and say that I feel utterly ill? or will I continue on with my day, knowing father should be proud? it was the question of a lifetime, skip the day I feared the most to receive dishonor from my parents, or go and feel the misery it shall bring? I shake my head no, rubbing the bridge of my nose, deciding to go. I stepped with utter delicacy off my bed onto the floor, filled with dread as to not waking up my mother. my door creaked as I gently opened it, poking my head out to see my father out in the open. of course he would never over sleep. always ready to wake me if I dared oversleep.
I stepped past him, eating a light breakfast as usual, ready to start the day off in hopes off conclusion.
"Honey?"
My head turned so fast, as if it were on a swivel. there, standing at the threshold of her room, was the dragon who spoke to me in a sickening sweet tone... the dragon that was my "supposed" mother, even after she chose to disown. (she hadn't reopened me; I am not, and will not be forced to call her mother". she is just "dragon" to me...). I didn't know what to say, just stood there in a gawking way.. after all, it was much too early to deal with this. I had made a deal where she would only speak to me of it was of utmost importance..
"Don't call me that," was all I could say, in a quite bitter way. I shied away, feeling almost a strange sense of guilt wrapping around my heart, though it melted off faster than before. my heart was supposed to be as cold as an ice, cold like an icewing... but maybe it wasn't. Silence, intrusive thoughts!...'
This dragon that dared call itself my mother only looked disappointed, though seemed to carry on with its task. "Sorry, Klaus. I.. forget, sometimes, as-"
"Out with the excuses, spit out your point! Why have you chosen to speak to me in this.. miserable morning of mine?" I mustered up, shying back into my scales, icicles bristling.
"I need not your rudeness, simply, I want to speak about what you probably don't know. Have you heard of the Scorpion-Ice Massacre? Its hit top news almost everywhere!"
for once, this caught my attention. "the what? care to .. fill me in on what could possibly be named so silly?" I could not lie, the word "massacre" caught my attention, I was leaning it now, my shyness apparently gone. for only my father told me things that interest me, such as stories of death, and it was rare that my mother would dare bring up such 'vile' things...
She stared at me as though I had gone crazy, choosing to bite back her nasty remark, most likely one of correction. but instead she sighed and shook her head. "Quite a few IceWings were murdered near the Scorpion Den. nobody knows who the killers were, but one of the important dragons... though the news didn't specify... who was assigned the case, sent her own daughter! can you imagine?"
That wasn't very interesting. I yawned. "Yes, yes, whatever. This is my very entertained face." And with that, I stormed outside, slamming the door behind me. I set my course for school and began my dreaded flight.
it was utterly hot outside, already; why had we moved to the mountainous terrain, one of Falkon? we could of stayed in the tundra, but nay, there were economical difficulties my father could not withstand. and so here we were, icewings, burning up in the sand. I slipped my pack on, heading out the door, choosing to fly the next twenty minutes in the wondrous, ever-so-hot outdoors. though, I must say, it wasn't as bad when atop the mountains, a cool breeze that almost felt like the tundras, reminding me of a home I once so desperately wanted to leave. and now, for I have committed an oxymoron, I know want to return, fly over the hot desert to a promised land that calls my name above.
when the school was in sight, I began slowing down... what was this massacre all about? who was the supposed daughter sent to investigate? all those questions were nagging my mind. my wings tilted automatically, shifting my course towards the desert. just on the horizon, infinite dunes began to expand, and even further, the scorpion den awaited.
ready or not, I was coming.
3
the scorpion den was awfully crowded today. I didn’t like crowds, nor did I even think about coming to this disgusting settlement. but here I am again.
and as per usual, I stood out awkwardly.
i tried to keep my head low enough, hopefully few dragons wouldn’t notice my BLUE eyes. today was cooler, the blazing sun was mostly blocked by dark storm clouds. the wind ruffled my frill, pushing strands over my eyes until I could hardly see my own talons.
I decided to bring my machine guns along, strapped them to my waist. always good to bring them just incase I had to blast someone out of existence. or so I thought it would do.
I stopped in front of a small shop, frowning at its exterior. “they clearly did not calculate the perimeter of this shop well, hmph. disappointing.” but I got over it, and continued down the busy streets, catching glimpses of odd dragons. I had heard that several icewing murders had occurred a few days prior, and that the icewing queen had sent one of her daughters to investigate. I was sure I had spotted the princess but she only returned my interested glance with a nasty snarl. I can imagine she wasn’t pleased with any of this.
this whole place was a mess.
everyone said it was just me who had an issue with the scorpion den’s ways, but surely others couldn’t stand this cruelty? like recently, I had seen two odd dragons that seemed a bit too interested in our icewing visitor. of course, I couldn’t confront them or else I’d have my rear end handed back to me. but maybe, just MAYBE I could try to do something.
so I strapped my goggles over my eyes, prepared my machine guns, and followed the two spies. everything could go wrong, but I guess I only live once.4
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