Julong's Hand

Woah, what's this? Another Pura fanfic? Why do I have three WIPs at once? Nobody knows!
Hi! Welcome to the official page (if you aren't counting the google doc) of Julong's Hand, my third fanfic and my first time exploring my very own fan continent! I'm actually very proud of my writing style on this one, so I hope you enjoy, dear reader!
Onward!
===Chapter 1===
Tide sighed, his gills rippling as he stared toward the front of the classroom, bored out of his scales. He could barely keep his eyes open as he watched his professor drone on and on in Aquatic about the geography of the countless trenches and underwater mountains that covered the bottom of the Seawing Kingdom. Tide could swear that whenever he blinked, he could see the light of Professor Abalone’s luminescent scales burned into his retinas. He rubbed his eyes and blinked again.
	The classroom wasn’t very interesting, just shelves of gray rock in the walls holding gray stone tablets full of information that Tide was in a gray area of remembering. A single anemone sat in the corner, waving its tentacles languidly in the stale water of the classroom. Professor Abalone, a Seawing the color of rotting kelp floated almost motionless at the front of the classroom, occasionally gesturing with a swish of bubbles towards an ornate and confusing sketch of the Deepwater region on the board. His eyes were half-closed, just like Tide’s at the moment, and his face was turned into a frown.
	
Tide took to staring out the window instead, which was much more interesting. Outside the slim pillars of rock that served as window frames, a vast and colorful undersea landscape greeted him, full of bright rainbow coral and fish swimming around tall rock columns covered in green and orange underwater mosses, like the ancient towers of the Animi. He could just make out the shapes of green and blue Seawings swooping through the currents, riding the surging pull with their wings spread. Sunlight shone through a mesmerizing swell of the waves high above, casting beams of light down onto the sand. As he watched, a whale call echoed through the water. Tide smiled as Professor Abalone looked momentarily startled.
	
No way I’m stuck in boring oceangraphy class while ALL THAT is right outside, Tide thought. Subtly, he jabbed his tail at the foot of the dragon sitting next to him.
	
Hey Calypso, he flashed in Aquatic, with dim light so the professor wouldn’t see.
	
Hm? Calypso flashed back. Her pale blue scales shimmered in the light from outside as she angled her head towards Tide, still reading from the stone tablet she had in her talons.
	
What’s say you and me get out of here? He asked, a sparkle of mischief in his eyes. Reaching for a pouch tucked under his wing, he pulled out a small, black pod. Its dark, liquidly contents swirled in lazy spirals as he waved it under his desk for Calypso to see.
	
Calypso snapped her wings open in surprise and gasped with a flurry of bubbles. Professor Abalone looked up and glared at the two dragonets, his frown growing deeper. Is there something you would like to share with the class, Miss Calypso? Mister Tide?
	
Nothing, Professor, Tide and Calypso flashed in unison, Tide with a sheepish grin, Calypso with a dismayed look down at her desk. The minute the professor went back to his lecture, Calypso turned to Tide with an shocked look.
	
I can’t believe you would bring yet another one of those stupid squid ink bombs to school! She flashed, outraged. Especially after that last incident in the cafeteria! Do you want to get suspended again?
	
2 weeks off from this moon-forsaken jellyfish pit? Tide flashed, smirking. Sign me up. But that’s not the point. I ask you again, what’s say you and me get out of here?
	
Calypso looked torn, casting equally anguished looks at the front of the classroom and the riot of color outside. Do you think anyone will be there? She flashed.
	
If they’re at all sensible, on a day like this, they will be, Tide flashed back. So, whaddya say?
	
Calypso grimaced, closing her eyes with her head angled down towards her desk. Alright, fine, but do it quick, she flashed.
	
Quick is my middle name, Tide flashed, still with a cocky smirk on his face. He let the small black pod drop from his claws down into the middle of the aisle between the rows of desks, and with a hearty thwap, he smacked his tail into the side of the pod, sending it flying towards the front of the room. Professor Abalone saw it sailing past the Seawing students all looking as bored as Tide felt, and just had time to readjust his rectangular, gold-rimmed glasses before the pod floated to a slow stop at the end of his snout…
…and exploded in a massive cloud of dark black ink.
	
YAAARGH! The professor flashed, and equally suprised flashes came from the students all frantically paddling down the aisles and clambering over desks and chairs to get away from the expanding cloud of sticky ink. Tide wasted no time in grabbing Calypso’s wrist and pulling her out of her chair, angling his wings and making a beeline towards the large window overlooking the seascape. With a whoosh of bubbles and a WOOOOHOOOO! From Tide, they were free.
	
Together they swam away from school, ducking behind one of the large rock columns and disturbing a neon yellow sea slug that floated away, disgruntled. Calypso was panting. 
	
What a rush, she flashed brightly. I don't think I’ve ever done anything remotely as scary as that before in my life.
	
Tide beamed and did an excited somersault through the water. The fresh, salty ocean water felt like bliss itself on his scales, and the sunlight seemed to shine directly into his heart, warming him up from the inside out. Oh really? I seem to remember a certain tussle with a giant clam… he flashed with a teasing smile.
	
Okay, okay, so maybe I’ve done something more terrifying, Calypso flashed. Wanna see if anyone’s at the cove?
	
Yes yes, right, come on, let’s go! Tide flashed eagerly, spiraling up into a current. Flaring open his wings, he caught the surge and sailed into the deep blue, Calypso on his heels. Another whale call echoed through the open water, reverberating off the coral-covered rocks.
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