The Doomed Prophecy

This is an incomplete fanfiction by Phoenix. 
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== Prologue ==
The NightWing sits there atop his throne, gazing at the cloudy sky. Conquering Pyrrhia is so much more difficult than he ever thought it would be. How can he even start? RainWings, for one, are so difficult to erase. He can’t send any of his soldiers - combined with venom, sleep darts and camouflage, they were the perfect soldiers. They aren’t interested in allying with him, either. They’re simply the incessant dragons that kept popping up, here and there.
It’s not like the SandWings are any better. They have all the deserts on Pyrrhia, and most still wear the infuriating teardrop earrings that prevent him from doing any mass spell on the tribe. His soldiers can’t take on forces of SandWings.
Taking over Pyrrhia is almost a lost cause.
At least the IceWings keep to their terrible frozen wasteland, though he’s sure if it is a blessing or a curse. For all he knows, they could be plotting to overthrow him.
Why does everything have to be so tiring? It was supposed to be easy. He’d planned it all out. The SeaWings were supposed to be the first to go, in a mass plague similar to the spell on the IceWings if it had completely worked out.He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten about the not one, but two animuses that protected it. That tribe was long unreachable, completely confined underwater with a force field that rivalled the one he’d set up for the NightWings.
Only one good thing has come to fruition. The SkyWings and MudWings have finally bowed down to him. That thought should bring him happiness, but he doesn’t feel it. He even lets their Queens remain in charge.
This is what he’s striving for, isn’t he? A world that he rules?
Then why does he feel nothing? Why isn’t he triumphant that two of the seven tribes are under his control? Why isn’t he happy?
With a startling realisation, he comes to the conclusion that… it’s because he has nobody to share this good news with.
Moon? She’s tried to overthrow him many times, and she’s probably trying to undermine him this very second. She doesn’t see what he’s trying to achieve, no matter how hard he’s trying.
Clearsight? She’s long dead, and if there’s anything he knows about animus magic, it’s that it can’t bring back dead dragons. He’s tried.
Whiteout? His beloved little sister? She's dead too.
Qibli? He just agrees and agrees with no clever ideas or anything that makes Qibli, Qibli. It’s like turning him into an animus changed him forever. There’s nothing the NightWing can do anymore.
His mother? She’s refusing to talk to him, even acknowledge him. He doesn’t want to kill her, and he won’t. But Foeslayer won’t even look him in the eye.
Why does the world have to go against him?
What did he do wrong?
“My king?” a dragon says, uncertainty apparent in their voice. It’s Fierceteeth, the dragon he desperately tried to enchant to become Clearsight. “Softwings, the scout, has something to say to you.”
A dark orange NightWing steps into the throne room. “Strange dragons are coming to Pyrrhia, my king. It’s only a matter of time before they arrive and they’re not like any dragons we’ve seen before. It’s almost like they’re from…” their voice drops very low as if they aren’t supposed to be saying this, “from the Lost Continent.”
The Lost Continent. Where Clearsight went. But it’s a myth.
Perhaps it’s not. But that dragon could be telling lies.
“What do they look like?” he asks. He has to be sure.
“I couldn’t tell much from the distance, but I know for certain it wasn’t SeaWings. No, they were something else. Dragons with four wings. Dragons with leaf-shaped wings,” Softwings says finally. “But I can say for sure, that they’re coming for Pyrrhia. And there’s no telling what they can do.”
“King Darkstalker! News from the Talons of Peace spies!” A NightWing barged in, colour draining from their face. “They say there’s a new prophecy.”
They laid out a thick scroll that read:
The six will save the world from the Call
From the ones that will infect hatred upon us all
To resist the darkness that will soon spread
Overwhelming continent to continent, end to end
Find the starry-eyed gazer in the river of time
The grower of plants, soaked in grime
One who is impervious to fire's touch
A blazing one cast away from its clutch
The magic found in the desert, close to the sea
And one whose poison will cause a killing spree
On a mission to overthrow the darkness
On a mission to leave their hidden prison
On a mission to save the world
== Chapter 1 ==
Four years later…
“You’re serious? There’s actually going to be another dragonet? Am I hearing you properly?” Melecta exclaimed, excitement evident in her voice. She simply stood there for a second, taking it all in.
“You heard right, Meli,” her parent said tiredly, xyr tail shifting restlessly. “It’s not exactly my choice, but we need an animus-”
“-Are you kidding? This is amazing  - they can tell us about the outside world, and what’s really been happening!” Melecta said, smiling. “Oh, I can’t wait to meet them! We could be the best of friends! I have to tell Heron - he’ll be so pleased! And I bet Silver will really want to know what’s going on in the outside world! What’s their name?”
“Oryx. They’ll be arriving shortly. And, Meli, I have tutor Yucca,” Corbicular said abruptly, averting their eyes and turning away. The older HiveWing left in a hurry, sweeping out of the cave before glancing back at Melecta with an expression that she’d never seen before. Remorse? But why would xe be remorseful?
“C-Cor?”
But the older HiveWing had already left. Well, at least she knew that there was another prophecy dragonet. 
She rushed out in excitement, dashing into the common cave with excitement she didn’t know she could possess. Raze was sitting pitifully in the corridor, away from the others. She guessed that they’d accidentally set on fire something again. Oh, poor Raze.
“Guess what?” she asked. Then, as though she wasn’t looking for an answer, she announced, “There’s another prophecy dragonet coming!”
“WHAT?” was Silver’s astonished reaction. “Really?”
“Yes! Their name is Oryx!” Melecta announced proudly.
“I mean, wow, I always knew there would be another prophecy dragonet since we still need an animus and,” she faltered for a second, “a prophetic NightWing."
Raze didn’t seem as pleased as Melecta thought he would. “They’ll just be another dragon I’ll set on fire…”
“Come on, I’m sure it’ll be great! I mean, they could be an animus and animuses have this really cool magic and stuff - and if they’re a NightWing that means they’ll know when you lose control and you can get better!” the HiveWing said energetically.
Melecta thought that the SkyWing looked slightly happier. Silver, however-
Bang!
“The entrance! I think they’re here!” Melecta said, forgetting about the others.
“I’m telling Heron.” With that, the wingless SilkWing rushed into the MudWing’s room, and Melecta could swear that there were tears in her eyes. But why?
She shrugged. It probably wasn’t any of her business. Right now, she could focus that there was going to be another dragonet!
As she got to the entrance, she snuck through the boulders and low and behold, a SandWing she’d never seen in her life walked elegantly into the cave. They couldn’t be a dragonet - they were much larger, almost twice the size of the HiveWing, and they were draped in so much expensive jewellery. They didn’t belong here, in the dark caves. They commanded with an air of respect, just like a queen.
For the first time, her venomous stinger drooped. That SandWing practically towered over her, and their tail barb was flickering dangerously close to Melecta. They finally seemed to notice her, and they spoke. “I’m Oryx, the animus in the prophecy.”
==Chapter 2==
Meanwhile, in Heron’s cave…
“Meli says there’s another dragonet coming - their name is Oryx,” Silver said listlessly.
The MudWing blinked. Silver would normally be ecstatic over any sort of news of the outside world - and Oryx was perfect for showing her the ins and outs of it; the SilkWing had practically begged Permafrost, their IceWing guardian, to share about their life before the Jade Shadows.
Clearly, something was wrong. “Are you alright?” he asked quietly. He had to touch this subject very delicately, so he did not scare her away. The SilkWing was perhaps the most emotional and unpredictable one in the group; she did not have one specific trouble, like Raze and their fire issues, or Melecta’s almost childlike optimism causing her anguish.
She looked away, as if she was about to cry. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“You don’t need to tell me anything,” his face softened. “But, if you ever want to talk - I’ll be there.”
Heron gave her a reassuring look and left her to her own thoughts. He breathed a sigh of relief. I hope I’m doing it right. Silver, Yucca, Melecta, Raze - they all need me. Well, maybe not Yucca, but the new dragonet might not understand what it’s like to have a hearing disability.
The MudWing finally let a smile break through. There was going to be another prophecy dragonet, Oryx! Even their name sounded cool. He wondered if they were an animus or a NightWing.
Heron spotted Melecta, face-to-face with a pale brown dragon with long, sharp horns. Were they a SandWing, or a NightWing? Their strange tail was dangerously close to Melecta, who was backing away into the cave wall. Were they… Oryx?
He tensed. The dragon was quite a bit larger than him, and “Hello, are you-”
The dragon finished the sentence for him. “-Oryx? Yeah, I am,” they said, smiling. “I’m the animus in the prophecy. What’s your name?”
“Heron,” he said. “And this is Melecta.”
“Yeah!” she replied, regaining her enthusiasm. She wasn’t completely back to her usual self, but she was rebounding quicker than Heron thought she would. “What’s it like being an animus, like, well, Darkstalker?”
“Well, it actually feels like I’m just an average SandWing. Sure, I can snap my fingers and turn that potted cholla over there into a saguaro,” they answered, and when they saw the other’s confusion, they added, “which is basically a giant cactus, but it doesn’t make me better than any other dragon. And no, before you ask, I do not have any plans for world domination.”
"That's great," Melecta said, smiling. "Can you show me how you do your magic, if that's alright with you?"
"Of course," they replied, and fingered one of their pendants. "This one basically lets me find stuff, as long as I touch it with the object." Oryx looked at Melecta. "If I may?"
Heron could see the HiveWing was burning with excitement, though she still looked at him for confirmation. He nodded, and she said, "Of course! I've never seen animus magic before!"
Oryx tapped the pendant, and for a brief moment nothing happened, before the cave was filled with glowing light that enveloped the HiveWing.
"It's done," they said. "Now, if you want to test it out, go anywhere - yes, anywhere, even the most unlikeliest of places - and Heron and I will find you."
"You're on!"
Melecta took off in a sprint, and Oryx smiled. "Give her five minutes - we'll find her soon enough."
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