Charlotte and the Magic Stone

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== CHARLOTTE AND THE MAGIC STONE ==
Heya! This a wip fanfiction written by Donut, and theft is not appreciated. Additionally, I will not be accepting others into this fanfic unless I explicitly state otherwise.
==PROLOGUE==
Reader, before I tell you about the tale of Charlotte and her magical discovery, I must provide you with some history and what to expect in the life of a poor SeaWing peasant.
Charlotte was a young, female SeaWing born into the Smith’s family and lived life in famine, often having little to no food to eat due to the sudden disappearance of the ocean’s fish that inhabited it. Charlotte had hoped every night that one day her family’s storage of food would be replenished, yet all they could muster was a few scraps thrown away from the greedy royalty. And speaking about royalty, Charlotte, despite their arrogant behaviour, aspired to be a princess one day. Her wardrobe consisted of pink gingham and plaid dresses and pearls she adorned herself in, loving the way the royals were bowed down to and given anything they had asked for and how beautiful and glamorous they all appeared to be. She wanted to be something more than just a weak, starving child. She yearned to have more power than even she could imagine. Now, reader, Charlotte was not a smart child, so know her expectations are stupidly low. Plus, she doesn’t know a lot of ordinary things that you expect a little girl to know. She could see a caterpillar one day transform into a butterfly and she would shout and laugh as though she had just been given a million scales or a mansion.
But one day, that poor and yearning dragonet would discover something that even the most clever of dragons in all of Pyrrhia had never been able to uncover…
==CHAPTER 1==
”Give it back!” cried Charlotte as she tried to reach her leopard print handbag being taunted in the air, “It’s mine! My mother bought it for me!”
A green and purple SeaWing laughed, holding the handbag higher in the air and watched Charlotte struggle for it once more, “Did your mommy buy this for you? How adorable,” His perfect, pearly white teeth revealed in a smug yet cruel grin, “Oops.” The handbag was thrown into a puddle of dirty water, staining the spotless material with specks of torn grass and dirt. “I dropped the pretty little bag in the water! It’s ruined!” 
The group watching Charlotte’s desperate movements bursted into hysterical laughter, pointing at Charlotte as she bravely fought back tears and the urge to hit them in the eye with her fist. It wasn’t like her fist would do anything, but she greatly hoped it would at one point. She sprinted to the water and picked up the handbag with the tips of her talons, whimpering as she spun it around to look at the soaked leopard print pattern now covered in mud and soil. Her blue eyes were fixed on the bag, and a single tear dripped down her cheek. 
“Oh no! Is the poor little baby crying over a pile of stitches? You peasants get attached to anything, don’t you?” He laughed, teeth sparkling in the light. His forked, pink tongue stuck out at her, his cunning brown eyes narrowed. 
Charlotte studied him a bit closer. He was wearing 5 golden hoops in each ear, 2 rings on his right hand, and a silver tongue piercing that clunk against his teeth as he spoke. Among the rows of perfect teeth was a golden replacement further back in his mouth that was visible only when he laughed. There was also a necklace made from a wire around his neck with a name on it, but she couldn’t read it. She was too focused on his appearance that she had completely blocked out anything the others said to her, making her look like a complete idiot as she looked around frantically. Oh no… what did they say? They probably think I’m so stupid. Who even ARE these dragons? Her blue eyes were slightly widened. “What do you want from me?” She cried, staring up at the towering dragons. 
The green and purple SeaWing looked at the others, smirking. “You Smith’s are nothing but trouble here, perhaps use that little brain of yours. I’m surprised my mother hasn’t kicked you all and your pathetic egos out of this kingdom. Such a shame, seeing the risks that you take. No wonder you’re so poor!” His teeth bared together. 
Charlotte’s jaw opened a bit, hurt from the comments. “What do you mean? My family has done nothing wrong!” Or so she had thought. Something didn’t add up, she had to know what was happening. Did my parents commit crimes? I can’t even picture them being shoved into a prison cell and their records being printed out. Or their prison photos being taken… she shook her thoughts away, her talons numb and voice seemingly gone. 
“You’re clueless, aren’t you? Your father’s a crook, he made his bloodline into a travesty. Yet somehow you’re still alive, living off of the crumbs that fall out of my family’s mouths.” He said gruffly, rubbing his talon. His eyes were fixed sharply on Charlotte. “Your father’s face is printed on every wanted poster in the kingdom. The crimes he committed should have led to him being executed, and you’re lucky he wasn’t. Because if the SeaWing soldiers had caught him, you would never be here.”
Charlotte was frozen, her heart dropped. Speechlessly, she stepped backwards, before breaking into a run. Not a fast run, but she had to get away. Tears flew from her eyes as she braced herself against the heavy, cold wind that sent a sudden chill down her small spine. Everything hurt, her heart was aching, and she had a sudden feeling that something horrible was about to erupt. All she could do was wait and see what would become of her once happy family with no secrets to hide. Charlotte was upset, she was furious, and yet she had a feeling of pity. What had her father even done? Was it that bad? She was curious, whether he stole something valuable or murdered someone, or something worse. She shivered, she sneezed, she started to cry again. 
She could feel the wind dying down as she approached her home, surrounded by a marshy patch of grass right next to the ocean and the sand. It was a small hut, made with limestone and some bits of clay holding it together. The walls were covered in vines and seaweed that draped from the rooftop, and there was one single window carved into the wall. In the limestone door was etched the words, “Home Sweet Home” in bold italics. She sighed, opened the door, and swallowed her fear that something horrible was about to strike. 
== CHAPTER 2 ==
The old door creaked open, nearly being pulled off of his hinges as Charlotte entered the small cottage. The interior wasn’t much fancier than the outside; the walls were painted pastel pink, the door frame was a soft sage green, and the white counters and cupboards were lined with seaweed, kelp and some small pearls to give it a flashy finish. Charlotte crossed her arms and tapped her foot on the ground, as if expecting an explanation.
Her mother and father had been arguing seconds before Charlotte entered, and they were both turned to look at her.
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