The Scavenger Prophecy

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The war for the SandWing throne is over, but a new one has begun. An ambitious NightWing ran away from his tribe to find magical means to ensure their success. He resurfaced with newly attained animus powers and a desire to conquer all of Pyrrhia. The Talons of Peace become crucial in ending his reign, as the fate of all dragons rest on a true prophecy. One that speaks of an unexpected hero... 
Table of Contents
 Author’s Note
 Prologue
Part 1: Living in Fear 
Author's Note
Important: This story is set 10 years after the first WoF arc. The events of the second & third arc will not be mentioned. 
I began writing this story in 2014. I have decided to come back and give it the love it deserves. Hope you enjoy! 
BEING REVAMPED. WORK IN PROGRESS 83
Prologue
In the throne room of the smoking SkyWing palace, a shimmering black and purple NightWing with a crescent moon on her face gripped onto her bleeding forearm. Tears fogged her much needed focus for her attacker. Another NightWing with a dusty golden chest extended his claws to her. But there was no grace in his outreach. Viscous clouds of red sprouted from his talons, and his ice blue eyes became the Devil’s. The red slammed down onto his opponent’s back, cackling villainously at her. “Oh, Oracle,” he taunted. “All you have are words. Did your adorable visions not tell you what could happen?”
Maliketh, as gently as he could, lifted Oracle’s crestfallen face to meet his power-filled eyes. “Unless, of course, you wanted this to happen.” The dragoness hissed weakly in response. “In any case, you could join me. You could be by my side. And we can build the most powerful empire Pyrrhia has ever seen! As I promised… Just say the word, my dear,” he bargained, caressing her tensed jaws.
Oracle closed her eyes. Images of the past began to correlate with the future. Pieces fell from a puzzle she had difficulty solving. Her head pounded from the overwhelming whispers in her ears. As she mapped out her mind, she felt a large chunk of rubble under her foot. One more confusing vision formulated, then she opened her eyes with determination.
“That future is a tempting one… but I refuse to follow it.” Oracle grasped onto the rubble and shoved it into Maliketh’s arm crevasse. He bellowed angrily; not a fatal blow, but enough to release his grasp.
She slowly regained her stance and inched closer to the open wall. Maliketh’s expression switched from heartache to resentment. “So, you would rather die than be with me?!” 
“No, Maliketh! I would rather serve the future I now see,” she proclaimed. No matter how unexpected it seems, she thought.
Before the animus-enchanted tyrant could respond, Oracle began her transformation. She spread her wings and her eyes glowed with the powerful light of full moons. Her voice chanted like a hundred dragons, sealing the future with her speech. 
“The dragon kingdoms will live in fear, 
And every soul will shed a tear.
 Wings of Death and Sky may yield,
 But Wings of Peace will be the shield. 
 Night that walks and blood that flies, 
 Will find a Hero in their cries. 
 When untamed life is lost so young, 
 The Hero will speak in dragon tongue. 
 The shattered hearts will soon ascend, 
 With dreams of power at an end. 
 The secret lies with blinded ice, 
 For all dark magic holds a price.” 
Oracle grabbed her head, moaning. She hadn’t felt a headache that strong before. She tried to quickly shake her pain away to see if her fellow lost NightWing would react. Whatever color hatched on Maliketh’s dark scales had completely drained from his face. The red glow flickered in his eyes, determining that both sides of him felt afraid. “T-That wasn’t a prophecy! Your whispers have never been that powerful…” There was no confidence in his tone.
“Well, it’s like you said, Mal… all I have are words,” she chided.
Weak smoke floated from Maliketh’s nostrils, his fear morphing into fury. “All you have are lies!” he hissed. He waved his talons at a chunk of the wall and rashly flung it towards Oracle. She ducked in time, taking the opportunity to escape through the open wall. Her tired wings caught the burning air. 
Maliketh scrambled to the edge of the crumbling castle, but made no effort to pursue her. “You’ll see, Oracle! Soon every dragon in Pyrrhia will know my name! And you will wish you joined me!” he boasted.
Oracle sharply flipped her wings around to face him. She clenched her teeth as her eyes clouded with tears. “I wish you had never left!” she cursed at him. She pivoted her flight and flapped away as fast as she could, leaving the traitorous NightWing to ponder in his ruin.
The Sky Kingdom infiltration began at night, lasting agonizingly long hours. Queen Ruby’s assumed death finalized the onslaught by sunrise, portrayed against a sky painted with the blood of the slain. Oracle flew as high as she could to avoid the attention of the enemy; their slender, grey bodies with white exocraniums worked together to swiftly attack the loyal SkyWings. 
A peaceful tribe finally fits their name, Oracle thought in disappointment. All for whatever Maliketh uncovered on his desperate journey.
She cautiously scanned the mountains around her to be sure of a safe getaway. On the ridges below, another party of DeathWings surrounded four SkyWing soldiers. But they looked to a completely different dragon for authority: a vibrant red dragon with black stripes and blue, translucent wings barked orders at the squirmy skull heads. They solidified their harsh words by slashing the throat of a SkyWing with their claws.
The cruel scene played on before Oracle could look away. She winced once more as visions of the future puddled her attention. One of a DeathWing dragonet with a black stripe, smiling cruelly as blood dripped from their claws. Another of the strange dragon— the General who had just killed a soldier —standing over a SkyWing dragonet growling, “You’ll regret defying me!”
The dark images motivated the quiet prophetess to fly faster. She coughed as she choked on all the new information she had to process. What was all of it for, Maliketh?! she shouted in her mind. How is this for our tribe? How could your hunt for magic turn you into a monster?! How could this be for us? You never should’ve left or… or I should have gone with you. Maybe I could’ve stopped this from happening. Maybe we could have...
She cut her sorrowful thoughts short as she crossed a high peak. But I didn’t. Because I was afraid. My past is sealed. And so is my future, it seems. A future where Maliketh will have to pay for his choices.
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Part 1: Living In Fear
Featured Characters 
* Oracle
* Maliketh
* Hailee
* Cor
* Nightwalker
* Dolli
* Sarco
* Nazca
* Oriental
* Missulena
* Storm Skull
* Blood Finch
* Druid
* Barbatus
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