Darkness of Pyyrhia: The Fallen Prophecy

== Summary ==
Apexhunter, Ra, and Camoflauge are young students at "Seeker's Academy" along being part of the Fire Winglet. Despite the first speed bumps, things seem to lay out as worse then better then worse. And it all starts with a voice. One voice in a dark world of once happy Pyyrhia. He's coming back for his throne...
== PROLOUGE ==
 
Scarlet pulled her enormous orange wings lightly over her head, her snout scales shifting into a messy frown.  The droplets of rain pattering around her silently seemed like tears of dead dragons above.
“Stupid Peril. If she hadn’t burned half of my face, the agony of being away from dying dragons in my arena would be less painful!” Scarlet thought sharply, flinching to the endless pain of stinging from the droplet hitting her burn wound.  Her tail flicked. “Alright, nightwing, show yourself!” Scarlet roared densely, shuttering to a thunderous crash of flickering lightning dancing across the sky like lines in broken glass.
She hadn’t known why she listened to a puny dragonet. Coming out in the rain was the worst, especially for her scales! Something told her to stand still, though, and not leave the spot where she was tensely standing… waiting for whatever the NightWing wanted.
A lumping figure emerged from the shading of the dense forest canopy, rupturing the glittering moonlight that barely peered out from behind the clouds, hiding like someone was about killed.  By Scarlet’s standards, of course, someone probably was about to die- and it’d be the foolish NightWing forcing her out here by cold request.
“Well?” Scarlet hissed, firming her shoulder back and letting her large wings drop lowly beside her.
“Greetings, your majesty. You are aware I-“ the shadow dragon immediately spoke warmly to only be cut off at a whim by the SkyWing queen. “I don’t have all night, dragonet! I must get back to my arena.” She growled fiercely, shifting her weight forward as she lightly approached the youth.
“If you’d just shut your stupid snout up then you’d know by now why I summoned you here!” the feminine night dragonet snapped sharp and swiftly, her silver talon pushing the stunned queen backward.
Scarlet snorted, pulling her head upward, ignoring the dragon’s annoyed expression. “You queens are so idiotic- your heads are higher than your kingdom rank status,” the dragonet mumbled to herself, obviously pressuring it to the skywing’s listening standard- trying to purposely make her mad. “Well. Get on with it!” Scarlet roared, slamming her left talon downward after lightly raising it to her chest.
The NightWing shook her head briefly, her talons wrapped around each other anxiously, twisting and turning like an endless maze.
“I have an offer… no- more like a request…” she began speaking, her voice shivering and cold to the sounds of the heavy pattering downpour of rain. “It’s for a bright and better future for Pyyrhia. It is clearly obvious that the queens will never get together to make proper decisions for their kingdoms… so why not one queen to rule them all… with one domain tribe?” the NightWing grinned confidently, her toothy smile sending unraveling shivers zig-zagging across Scarlet’s wings.
“For one, how in a million moons did you get the other queens to agree?” Scarlet hissed sharply, baring her fangs to a devious yet raging sneer-like smirk.
“Does it really matter? Anyways, who says I’m not convincing?” the dragonet smiled grimly, that confidence obviously pouring over the dragon’s body and scales like water.
Scarlet shifted her weight backward, her thoughts ticking in her mind, slowly swimming like lazy fish in a river. “What could this horrid, smelly NightWing really be offering? Would she really turn against her tribe and offer me- queen of the SkyWings- a domain power over everyone else?” she stiffened, pausing for a slithering moment. “Of course she would, I’m the perfect choice AND the perfect queen!” 
Scarlet smiled a crooked one, clearly thinking nothing sus was about this “request”.  It would only be a matter of time before she really knew what this dragonet was up to.  “Well? Your answer?” the dragonet grinned.
“I have thought it over, dragonet, and I believe I have accepted your offer of the SkyWings being domain over the rest of the tribe with ME as queen,” she spat out abruptly, clicking her tongue between her jawline and her fangs.  Her tail flicked again, twisting around swiftly like it was knotting itself up.
The dragonet seemed to hold back hysterics she wanted to burst into, but mentally and physically refused. She buttered her talons on a dagger behind her back, her grip not loosening and inch.
“It’s agreed so then! My request has been successful.” She nodded forcefully, sliding the dagger upward against her talons lightly and slowly, practically invisible to the cheery, foolish queen. “What is your name, dragonet?” Scarlet spoke up after a moment, her voice like a slithering snake.
“…Duskseer…” the dragonet mumbled, gazing down at her talons as they squeezed the earth beneath her. “What?”
“I said…” she paused, then slowly grinned upward to the large SkyWing, grabbing her right arm, and stabbing the queen in the shoulder. Stunned, Scarlet toppled backward, blood caked her side as it streamed to the ground.  The dragonet bounded toward the huge SkyWing, flashing her eyes just beyond the queen’s view before throwing her off her talons.  Her wings flared for balance as she slammed another dagger straight into the queen’s stomach, blood flicking vibrantly around her and splotching her scales.
Scarlet roared in pain, tilting her head backward and aiming to grab the dagger digging into her shoulder.  “YOU FOOLISH DRAGONET! YOU WILL DIE FOR THIS!” she yowled aggressively, the rain drenching the two, hardly washing away the pouring blood.
The NightWing female strolled slowly toward the bellowing queen, ignoring her continuous cries of pain as she snagged her talons around the dagger lodged into her stomach and ripped it out fiercely.
The dragonet grabbed the SkyWing’s neck, digging the bloody dagger into the queen’s neck and sliding it across her throat, forming a gaping wound that looked like an open, blood-covering mouth as the red liquid pooled around the two dragons.
“I said my name is Queen Duskseer.”
== ~ PART ONE: Within the Mountain ~ ==
=== . CHAPTER ONE . === 
The summer breeze twisted through the air, shifting against the undersides of Apexhunter’s wings. He drifted from the real world, soaking the rays of light from the beaming orb of energy above. Apex and his mother had been travelling for a day now… heading for some stupid academy he was forced to attend to.  “Apexhunter- can you ever smile?” a voice chimed, ripping him away from his training thoughts.
“Maybe if you weren’t abandoning me in some place that I don’t know with a bunch of dragons I don’t know I’d be a bit happier.” He grumbled under his breath, raising his snout an inch upward.
It burned Apex to know that his mother didn’t really care, she just wanted him gone. The feelings were mutual between him and her, she only cared for the rich worth of being sister to the all-tribe queen, Duskseer. He cared about his sketches.
They hated each other, period.
He pried away the thoughts, turning his sight to the canopy of trees below him. Apex tried not to think of what bounding animals awaited him at this stupid academy or what could happen if he stayed. Apparently, assassination is extremely popular this season.
“Oh, stop being so immature! It ruins my image, you know. If I’m going to be the well-known sister of the queen, I might as well have an obedient son!” she shook her head, twining her tail around itself, her response a mere growl.
“I’m not your ‘look good’, ‘act good’, and idiotic servant…” he trailed off, rolling his eyes.
She snorted, pulling farther away from Apexhunter, grumbling and growling under her breath like an angry dragonet, her snout wearing a heavy twisted scowl.  “How pathetic… if you’re going to scold me, say it to my face.  I need an excuse to rip some of your teeth out...” Apex thought, holding back a tense snicker.
Once again, he drew his attention and thoughts to his surroundings. He let out an annoyed snort, the visual look of vast trees and waterfalls seemed to fade into sharp rocky ledges that perked outward like spears ready to hit passing by dragons.
Unaware of their arrival, his mother tugged at his talon… trying to hesitantly pull him downward to the landing point.
“Don’t make me look like a fool, dragonet!”
Annoyed, he ripped his talon away from her with a snarl and adjusted his sight to the mountain ledge they were assigned to land on. Around them, dragons crowded to push away from each other, snarling and biting and attempting to attack.  Of course, Apex only planned to pick fights with his prey, not his clawmates- whoever they were.
A few dragons Apex found interesting were ones who didn’t look like their normal tribe, as he had studied in the guide to dragon types.
One was a RainWing- at least he thought… it could have been a SilkWing?  Usually- at least not anymore- rainforest dragons aren’t colorful, instead they’re grey or black or silver-white.  Weird. He hoped that dragon wasn’t in his group- if she was, he was going to quit. He wasn’t going to deal with problematic dragons this year.
He hoped the strange-colored, non-wingless SandWing wasn’t in his batch of clawmates either.  Nor the odd-looking MudWing. Basically, he didn’t want to share a cave with anyone. Within moments he wondered if he could request a private cave for himself?
“Okay, you’re here. GOODBYE.” His mother snapped, swiftly plummeting off the cliff and downward before becoming a shifting shape with the rest of the forest below.
Apex hesitated before pacing toward the gaping mouth of the cave, his head lowered and his glasses perched high on his snout that were held by the gold wire that twined around both his horns.  “I’m going to hate this for sure,”
The annoyed and raging roars just beyond outside drowned out by the sound of chattering voices within the mountain.
“You’ve got to be kidding me…” Apexhunter thought sharply, letting a low, heavily irritated sigh escape his throat for a split second. “Greetings.” A cold, spine-chilling voice ruptured behind him, his gaze quickly twisting backward to the dragon.
“You must be Apexhunter.  Here’s your map, winglet information scroll, and your class schedule.”
The voice had been an IceWing, cold and dark. Usually NightWings were that way, but this feminine IceWing seemed different. She wasn’t normal aged as the rest of the teachers so she must have been a volunteer student or something. “Now scram!” she snapped abruptly, aggressively shoving him away.
A bit stunned, he scrambled back to his claws and immediately headed for his winglet… the “Fire Winglet”, in which, was down one tunnel among the main hall.
He stopped at mid pace to take an eyeful of his surroundings before entering what most likely would be a dull sleeping cave. Apex gazed among the walls, his brain edging every look into his mind.  It was naturally beautiful…
=== . CHAPTER TWO. === 
Apex was stunned by the beauty around him, which he thought was impossible for a big, terrible-smelling cave.
The floors were lined with alabaster and partially covered with red velvet rugs with Night Kingdom markings edged into them, each lined with gold silk strings on the sides of the carpets and rugs.  The path of red split four different ways, two curling outwards from the middle.
In between the two paths was a giant, round stage-like area with strong flamesilk rails painted silver stood there.  In the middle of that there was a giant gold-melted statue of Queen Duskseer holding a spear in one talon and a dagger in the other. Above it was a giant cloth banner reading: “WELCOME SEEKER’S ACADEMY STUDENTS!” in huge vine woven words.  The paths that forked around it led to the back wall which had spiraling stairs that twined around each other as they led upward.  Behind the stairways, on the back wall, two mouths hung open as entryways to two halls. The left one’s sign said “CLASSES”, the other on the right said “SLEEPINGCAVES”, both had the words carved into the wood.
The main path separated the other two ways, which one lead (to the left) to another hall that led straight to the library, as the wooden sign said.  The other way (to the right) was blocked off with vines and long branches and chains. Around the entire grand hall stood large columns that held up to the second floor.  In between those, hung neatly on the walls with melted copper frames were quoted scrolls of drawings of famous dragons, easily lit by the golden candle chandeliers overhead.
Besides the wonderful looks of the place, the smells of the prey center caught his attention.  Apex slowly slid his claws into his neck pouch that neatly hung around his neck and clung to his chest, digging the map and guidance scrolls into its pit-like structure.
With immediate temptation, he flipped the pouch cover closed and lightly strode toward the hunting area where wild animals screamed and squabbled with all the dragons around.
Apexhunter felt like he was walking on clouds toward the center, twisting around the long, brightly lit hall filled with class caves bustled with teacher and student chatters.  “HI, NIGHTWING!” a voice yelped, snapping him out of his wonderous thoughts about the glorious smells.  He turned behind him, looking down at an average-sized RainWing with desperately bright colors that seemed to bubble continuously all over her scales.
“Must you shout? The entire school doesn’t need to hear you.” Apex growled uneasily, his brows visibly firmed over his golden narrowed eyes.
“But they must! I want everyone to know who I am and become one big, happy friend group!” she cheered brightly, flicking her prehensile tail back and forth like an annoyed panther… expect, he was the annoyed one- not her.
He briefly rolled his eyes sharply before twisting around and beginning to pace slowly away.  She snorted, seizing her talons for his tail, and yanking him backward with a rough tug followed by a heavy thump against the alabaster floor. “Stupid colorful RainWing! Let me be!” he hissed, pulling his tail away after purposefully smacking her in the face with it.  “The history scrolls weren’t wrong when they said NightWings were stinkies!”
“’Stinkies’? Really?” 
He huffed, pacing away from her again, this time intensely alert in case anyone else tried anything… which he doubted anyone else would.
He tilted his head backward, his gaze adjusting against the bright light of the silk lanterns overhead, the shining bulbs admitting green, blue, and yellow light upon the floor like the sun peering through the canopy of trees.
A chicken suddenly busted out of an open entryway, shrieking loud and sharply.
The bird ran at his talons, a slightly small SkyWing bounding after it.  “Come back you stupid chicken! You’re my food!” he yowled a whine, leaping for the white ball of feathers at Apex’s claws.  The male NightWing snagged the chicken by the neck, sliding away from the sky dragon’s pounce.  “Its mine now.” He growled through full jaws, twisting and tightening his grip against the feathery animal.
The SkyWing paused for a moment, his jaws clenched together. “You stole it.”
Apex’s ears flicked backward to the chatter behind him, ultimately making him slip inside without word, leaving the pouty SkyWing.
The male paced around the back, stepping over dead animals, tired dragons, and squashed fruits.  He leaned himself against the back wall near the take off point toward hunting ground, beginning to tear the dead bird’s wings off.
“Hmmm…” the NightWing let a petty little smile slide across his snout as he dragged his sketching scrolls out of his neck pouch. While chewing a mauled, feather-plucked wing, he turned his gaze to the outside, sketching the landscape of vast trees that covered most of the layout of the certain waterfall in the back he wanted to capture in his drawing.
A gong-like sound rang in his ears, startling him and most of the other different tribe dragons around him.  After the three strikes of the unsettling gong, he continued on his scroll sketches, scribbling in himself.
The other students had taken off, their talonsteps rumbling loosely down the hall and shaking what seemed like most of the school. Their rowdy laughs and continued bickering echoed behind him until they seemed to fade into the sounds of nature around him.
A shadow loomed straight over him, his gaze twisting backward, his snout perking to the direction.  “Shouldn’t you be attending class now?” a twisted, dagger-stabbing voice grumbled behind him, being a teacher he assumed.
Apex bit his lower lip, quickly sliding around and backward, looking up at the large, INSANELY large desert dragon behind him.
=== . CHAPTER THREE. ===
“The gongs rang. Is it not clear that you should leave?” The dragon before him rumbled, clearly oblivious to Apex’s current confusion. “I-, I have never attended this chaos. I do not know when classes-“
The dragon’s tail flicked, nervously making the NightWing swallow the lump of fear that lodged thickly in his throat.  “No excuses, dragonet! If you read the scrolls, you would know at the first three gongs you head to the history cave,” the SandWing snapped angrily, twisting around the anxiously frozen dragonet and abruptly shoving him forward.  “Get to it. Now.”
Apex scrambled to his claws; the slick floor had been sliding him forward continuously from the rough, unnecessary shove by the dragon behind him.  “Fine.” Apex responded uneasily; his eyes locked on the chicken he had been dragged away from.
He shifted his weight on his foretalons, twining his legs around each other to pull away and canter off.
The male NightWing held back the gruff words he wanted to choke out as he stalked down the hall, snout downward.  He wore a makeshift frown, his tail lowly dragging behind him.  Eventually, he fished around for the map scroll in his pouch.
Attempting to stop, his legs still carried him forward as he skimmed the scroll obliviously.  A burning sensation, seemingly hotter than the sun, slammed right against his midnight black scales, his scales stung like he threw himself in fire.
He winced, immediately pulling away from the feeling that lodged itself against him.  He huffed against the smoke sizzling across his scale tips, shifting his wings.
“WATCH IT!” a raged voice rang, animosity laced into each word very visibly.
Apex sharply turned to the voice’s direction, growls of anger rumbling roughly in his throat, unable to escape against his force. An extremely darkish ruby red dragon stood before him, fuming smoke from her nostrils.  “You here me, NightWing? Watch where you’re going!” she snorted, quickly stalking down the hall, a bit of smoke rising from her scales.
His brows firmed as he watched the dragon leave, his golden glassy eyes rolling backward in annoyance.  “Typical SkyWing…” he thought grimly.
He strained himself from picking a fight with the feminine sky dragon, turning, and trotting lightly down the corridor, turning a corner and into an open cave filled with laughter and bickering. “Mmm, Apexhunter is here.  We have everyone, so all of you shut up your stupid, pointed snouts!”
The NightWing teacher shuffled around the silenced cave before sitting back behind her curved wooden desk.  “Since it’s the first day for all of you, we be introducing ourselves.”
Apex twitched; he wasn’t exactly ready to talk to a bunch of strange dragons.  He squished himself against the cushion he sat on, shifting his gaze across the room. It was rath tight and crowded, having what seemed like a million students lined neatly in the middle while bookshelves full of scrolls and books about history surrounding them.  Up front was a wooden desk made of sharply cut redwood where the teacher sat and behind her was a large board filled with drawings of historical dragons.
“Hello, dragonet. Nice place.”
A chilling voice ruptured into his thoughts; shivers wiggled across his wings as he shuddered.  “You, MudWing.” The feminine NightWing pointed to the back, in which the dragon shuffled to the front of the room to speak.
Apexhunter toned the two out, only catching little information about the dragon up ahead.  “I am Pancake. I… uh… like sweet things and mud.”
“You think something weird of me, don’t you?”
“Who are you.  Why are you in my mind?  I might be imagining you…”
“You’re a secret prophet, correct?”
“How did you know? It’s a secret! Are you some stalker?”
“Something like that.” The voice seemed to somehow tense in his mind, like a rippling tension of embarrassment pinching Apex’s mind continuously.
A sudden rupturing cackle of laughter splashed across the room, the voice opening up the thoughts of other dragons around.  “Oh no.” Apex thought fiercely through his whines of pain from the sudden stabbing headache he received.
‘BOYFRIENDS! HAA!’
‘Silly little dragons! So wrong!’
‘Aw, cute.  It’ll stay cute until they find out they’re wrong for each other!’
Most thoughts relied on some couple as laughter struck the cave a million times.  Apex pulled himself to reality, catching the tails of the MudWing- Pancake- and the weird winged SandWing leave the history cave.  “HEY! NO ONE TOLD YOU TO LEAVE!” the teacher echoed, anger boiling like hot river water in her mind.
Another shrill stab of histarics chimed in the cave, the thoughts and yells of laughing dragons barely drowning out Apex’s own thoughts.
“So that’s all you do? Block out your gift like it’s a horrible weapon?”
“It’s a cursed headache!” Apex’s thoughts shouted back, trying to force out all the others once again from his mind… including this weird voice.
Apexhunter thought for a second, peering out to the hall way, which he believed would be much quieter if he snuck out unseen. While the room busted a gut, he decided this would be a better time to leave.  He squirmed through the crowd of dragon tails and cushions.
“ALL OF YOU SHUT UP!” the teacher bellowed. “Hey- where do you think you’re going?” the teacher questioned immediately, all eyes suddenly landing sharply on Apex, whom was frozen in place.
=== . CHAPTER FOUR . ===
Apex felt the crawling gazes of the dragons hook onto to him, their eyes slithering under his scales like snakes.  “Get back to your place, youth!”
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