Hawk of Dreams

hahaha i started late on wow and only have a few days to finish thats nice
note to self: theme is revolution, shadows, sacrifice
== Prologue ==
6,400 AS.
Falcon couldn't sleep. There was something in his head that just kept keeping him awake. And when he finally fell asleep, something always appeared to him in his head. Like something trying to tell him something.
A hawk appeared suddenly before him, soaring around. "What do you want?" Falcon asked. He didn't know if it was a real dream, like someone was dreamvisiting him, or if it was just his imagination.
"I'm something you need to acknowledge," said the hawk.
"Wait, prey talks!?" Falcon said in surprise.
"No time for surprise. This is important." The hawk stopped flying in the air and rested on a tree that was nearby him in the dream. "Listen. The Furious are on their way."
"What's 'The Furious'?" Falcon asked in confusion.
"Didn't you hear?" the hawk said. "Somewhere around a thousand years ago, there were SkyWings that were exiled because they wanted the throne and to not have some stupid queen rule over them. So they rebelled against the royalty and killed the queen. The queen's daughter then succeeded the throne and exiled them, building fortresses around the kingdom so they wouldn't return. The group that rebelled called themselves The Furious."
"Don't think I've learned that yet."
"How old are you? Three?"
"Five."
"Oh. Thought you did. Anyway, as I said before, The Furious... They're returning."
"Based on what you said, they lived over a thousand years ago! Shouldn't they be dead?"
"Their descendants and children learned all about their goals and acted like they were right. So for the time that they spent exiled, their descendants made a new kingdom for themselves. A small one somewhere nearby. It was just for them, but they let in any dragons seeking revenge against SkyWings. Now it's like a mini empire, and they bear a half dark red, half dark blue with a double-headed eagle banner and are marching through and preparing to attack the SkyWings. They call themselves The Furious, just like their ancestors did."
"Are they close?"
"Nearby. Not exactly sure."
"Over anyone, why did you choose to warn me?"
"You're the chosen one."
"What do you mean by 'chosen one'? Am I part of some pathetic prophecy?"
"No prophecy involved, no. But I want you to remember these words: hawk, of, dreams."
"Hawk of dreams?"
"Remember them. Farewell for now." The hawk then vanished.
Falcon then immediately woke up. "Hawk.. of.. dreams.." he said, whispering to himself. He repeated it, getting quieter and quieter each time until he eventually fell asleep for the rest of the night.
Am I who they consider the chosen one?
== Chapter One ==
Falcon still couldn't stop thinking of his dream with the hawk last night. He couldn't tell if it was a real dream and he pondered all morning. He then was stopped after he heard bells from outside.
'Come to the Ancient Arena everyone," announced someone from high above the Sky Palace. "If you can't see me because I'm so high up, it's me, Queen Roseflower!"
"Come on Falcon," said Redwood, Falcon's father. "We have to meet up at the Ancient Arena. The queen's wanting us to."
The Ancient Arena was an old, thousands of years old arena that many were killed at. Now it's a temple to ancient SkyWing queens, preserving their bodies deep underground. No battles are hosted there anymore.
Falcon still thought to himself like last night. Hawk of dreams... Hawk of dreams... He didn't understand. What was it for?
Everyone else gathered in the arena that had the bodies of ancient queens and their ancestors deep underground. Queen Roseflower stepped in the center with royal guards surrounding her. "As you may know," Roseflower said, "the SkyWings have a bloody history." A majority of the crowd nodded. "But there has been news that there is a new threat arriving. An army with a half blu and half red banner with a double-headed eagle is on their way, and so far they don't seem friendly. They've killed guards, and we're on their list for death.
Falcon gasped along with the crowd. That's what the hawk was talking about! It's The Furious! We're being attacked, but like they said! "The Furious!" Falcon shouted.
"Correct, Falcon," Roseflower said. "You guys have heard of The Furious from history books. I'm sure most of you have, at least. They're coming back. Exiled SkyWings made their own empire and their descendants lead it, thinking their goal is theirs to follow. Dragons who hated SkyWings joined them. Their mini empire has saved up for hundreds of years-- they put so much effort into training and waiting for their right moment. Everyone has to stay inside and not come out until everything is safe. The government will supply food for the whole day for everyone. No matter what, never leave."
Maybe the hawk sees the future and is trying to warn me? Falcon thought, puzzled.
== Chapter Two ==
"Where the hell are The Furious at already?" Redwood said when they got back, angry. "They didn't tell us where they're at! Are they close to the kingdom or what?"
"Maybe they don't know," Falcon said, trying to calm down his angry father.
"That's true," Redwood said. "Maybe soldiers will come back with a report soon."
A few hours later Roseflower made another announcement, this time in the form of sending letters. The letters she sent were like medieval texts; looking like they were written with quills on extremely old paper. Redwood decided to read it out loud. The letters read:
This is a letter that everyone must read. Doesn't matter on age and importance. READ THIS! (might have been a bit too dramatic there..)
Anywho, we received a report from SkyWing soldiers. The Furious's leader, the SkyWing Geruntius, is leading himself, calling him Emperor Geruntius Marmaduc and a descendant of the creator of The Furious, Aderlard, and that he gave the name of his family Marmaduc, so now the Aderlard that we feared from history is now Aderlard Marmaduc. The Furious is no group of bandits. It's an empire to them. They seem like they want our territory. All we can ask of everyone is to stay strong. They say they're looking for Admiral Cristofre Hendereye, so a soldier of theirs might be hidden among the kingdom. Stay safe and cautious. -Roseflower and the SkyWing Imperial Court.
Redwood looked worried. "What's wrong, Father?" Falcon asked him.
"Oh, nothing," Redwood said. "Just the normal fear the average SkyWing might have reading it."
That night just as Falcon fell asleep, he was awakened by the same hawk as last night.
"Remember the ceremony?" the hawk asked.
"Yeah," Falcon said.
"They need you out there!" the hawk replied. "I'm the one warning you! Go out and help fight! Your father would be proud."
"You sound like my deceased mother," Falcon replied. "She would do anything to warn and protect me that way. And how do you know my father? My mother died after being incinerated to death in an invasion, and she knew my father better than anyone else."
The hawk groaned. "I have some news." It coughed to clear its throat. "I'm your mother. Yes, me. "
Falcon was shocked. "How?" he asked. "My mother is a pureblooded sky dragon! Not a hawk!"
"I'm dreamvisiting you in the form of a hawk, dear," she said. "But really. It's me, your mother Lady Carmine."
"Oh. How did you know about this and that I'm the 'chosen one' and all?"
"You see, I can predict all these things from the heavens. Sometimes they aren't true. Mostly they are. I received a message: a SkyWing they chose to protect the Sky Kingdom from The Furious is you. Not all of the spirits are good ones. I've met some bad ones. As long as you're talking to me in telling the truth. If you find another dreamvisiting spirit, like maybe one in the form of a cassowary, then proceed with caution. I'm here for you. Get some rest, and tomorrow, fight for your kingdom."
== Chapter Three ==
The next morning Falcon woke up early. Earliest he's waken up in years.
Redwood noticed his behavior. "What are you doing?" he asked, sounding confused.
"I'm fighting for the kingdom," Falcon said. "Yes, against The Furious."
"But why?"
"Mother visited me last night."
"How? She's been dead for years! She perished in that invasion and that's the last time we saw her!"
"I know, but she came to me as the form of a hawk. A few days ago she started it, last night she told me her identity. Anywho, she told me I'm 'the chosen one' and asked me to fight for the kingdom. And I am. Thsrs what I'm doing."
Do I tell him the truth? Redwood felt proud of Falcon even though he was five years old, but worried. He decided to leave it for later.
When Falcon went outside, it was too late. The Furious started attacking. 
"Falcon, back inside!" Redwood exclaimed. This caught the attention of a soldier of The Furious, as they came towards him.
"Admiral Cristofre Hendereye!" the soldier exclaimed. "It's me, General Ascelin Gilbertus!" He looked at Redwoods dark red scales, then looking at Falcon's brighter red scales before pulling out a spear, tackling Redwood to the ground. "Admiral! Admiral Cristofre! Admiral Cristofre Hendereye! Why do you have to join the evil side and abandon us?"
"Wait," Falcon said. "My father, who I've known as Redwood, is actually Admiral Cristofre Hendereye?"
Ascelin stared at Falcon. "Ah.. So you have an heir, Cristofre. What's his name?"
"Falcon," Falcon said for Redwood, or to him now, Cristofre Hendereye.
"'Falcon'?" Ascelin said, puzzled. "That's not a name in the empire of The Furious-- the Marmaducian Empire. Did you join the SkyWings? Did you turn against us? Why?"
Cristofre sighed. "It's a long story. Please."
Falcon looked terrified. He might have to watch his father die.
== Chapter Four ==
Ascelin's spear was still confronting Cristofre's neck. Was Ascelin going to kill him or what?
"You'll have a long story to explain to Emperor Geruntius," Ascelin said. "I have to kill you if you don't tell me the story. Tell me. Don't care if it's long. I want to find out why your heir is on the SkyWings' side, why you joined the SkyWings, and everything."
"Alright, fine," Cristofre said. "Remember that I went missing on my mission and never came back? I didn't die if the Empire thought I did. I found the love of my life. Her name was Carmine. She was a young and beautiful lady. I disguised myself as a SkyWing named Redwood. We got married a few years later. She found an egg a year later-- which was of my dragonet. Falcon, my son here, was born from that. I wish I could introduce the Empire to Carmine, but she perished in an invasion from MudWings two years ago. Falcon says she's talking to her by dreamvisiting, and that he's the chosen one. The chosen one to bring an end to The Furious and the Marmaducian Empire."
"Enough!" Ascelin stabbed Cristofre's neck. He was dead.
Falcon couldn't believe it. He saw his own father die in front of him. "Why did you kill my father?"
"He's a traitor," Ascelin said.
"The SkyWings aren't as bad as the Empire thinks!"
"We were raised this way. Trained this way. There's no way this could have been for nothing."
"Well then you and the rest of the Empire were raised wrong!"
"Do you want me to kill you too?" Ascelin got his spear, the same one he used to kill Cristofe, and pointed it at Falcon. "We could bring you back to the Empire, where you'll be raised in luxury. Let's give you a Marmaducian Empire name. Hmm... Aha! To the Marmaducian Empire, you'll be known as Athelardus Hendereye! Accept and you won't die."
Falcon smirked. "You just asked to die." He grabbed the spear and stabbed Ascelin with it in the stomach, killing him. Your sacrifice won't be for nothing, Father.
"Cristofre's son killed Ascelin!" shouted a Marmaducian soldier who watched everything from the distance. "Quick! Attack! Send word of this to Emperor Geruntius!" Soon Falcon wad being ambushed by Marmaducian soldiers.
He fought them off one by one, killing each and one of them. It was hard, but it was to save lives of the SkyWings. Queen Roseflower and the Imperial Court were notified of everything-- even of Redwood's true identity-- and supported Falcon.
Geruntius Marmaduc, the emperor of the Marmaducian Empire and leader of The Furious, arrived. "Son of Cristofre!" he shouted. "What are you doing?"
"This is a fight to save the SkyWings!" Falcon cried. "The SkyWings aren't bad! You were just raised wrong!"
"Who's opinion is better?" Geruntius asked. "Sounds like mine, because you killed some of my people." He got down. "Prepare to die."
== Chapter Five ==
Falcon accepted that if he wasn't careful, then he would die. He was five years old. No time to waste, no mistakes to make.
Geruntius and Falcon clashed, with tons of fire breathing, areas of the city setting on fire, and screaming from both Geruntius and Falcon, as well as some other innocent dragons who got caught in. Queen Roseflower sent in soldiers to help Falcon, certainly since he was young and couldn't fight well. Because of that, Geruntius sent in the last of his soldiers that were all killed eventually. That was the last of the soldiers. The last Marmaducian alive-- except for Falcon, but he was half Marmaducian and didn't really consider himself one-- was Geruntius. If he was killed, then The Furious would be no more. Geruntius wouldn't take it for an answer. "I won't disrespect my ancestor, Emperor Aderlard Marmaduc!" From there he made a full-on pounce against Falcon, where he would grab his neck and suffocate him."
Wasn't successful. Falcon jumped our of the way, grabbed his tail, and slammed it against a rock, crushing his skull. The queen's guards then beat him to death.
No more of The Furious. No more of The Marmaducian Empire.
Falcon, there on, was treated as a member of the royalty and became the adopted son of Queen Roseflower. Falcon became a fierce fighter and fought until the end. A few months after he saved the SkyWings and defeated The Furious and the Marmaduc Empire, it was a history maker in his quote-on-quote interview. Based on what he said, he gained many nicknames. His most well-known was the Hawk of Dreams, based on his accomplishments that many thought someone young as him couldn't do as well as the description if his mother appearing as a hawk in his dreams. His other nicknames included Young Warrior, King of Flames, etc. The SkyWings even gave The Furious and the Marmaducian Empire a new nickname-- The Angered Shadows.
The SkyWings treasured him, and his descendants were offered high positions in the Sky Kingdom. It gave the SkyWings a happily ever after-- free from harm.
The End
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