Dragon Heart

==Dragon Heart.==
An original story by Fennecthesandwing21.
==Prologue==
The sound of wing-beats was faint, almost as faint as a slight summer breeze, as they slipped through the cloudy sky. Stormclouds rumbled, not too far away, and a harsh wind swept in from the North and whipped up the dusty red sand. A thump could be heard as they landed on the restless ground. 
Dragons, on land that very clearly was not their own.
"We must be quiet. If they find us with her, then everything we have done will have been for nothing." The dark red dragon murmured gently but nervously. 
"It will not come to that. The future is blurred, but I see that her path is clearer than perhaps anyone elses." A beautiful forest-green dragoness dappled with golden diamonds whispered.
She carefully lay something down on the flat, bare rock before her. 
A tiny dragonet, blue like the sea with black diamonds and speckles winding across her sapphire wings.
She blinked her bright golden eyes at the other dragons and burbled something in a confused tone.
"Its for the best. Just know that we love you. And that we will never stop loving you, not until the day we die." The green dragoness caressed the young one, stroked her head softly with her scaly wing.
At last, she signed and nodded to the fourth and last dragon.
He was blue like the dragonet, with topaz and aqua scales, and one single silver diamond on his chest.
Hesitantly, he stepped up to the dragonet and spread his wings wide so that they sheltered her from the raging sky.
"Goodbye, my Ocean." He muttered to her, then took a deep breath, closed his golden eyes, and raised his head to the sun. 
A blinding flash of white light surrounded the dragons for one moment, then it was gone and the blue dragon stood back, trembling. 
The forest dragoness leaned forward and wrapped a wing around him, drawing him away from the rock on which the dragonet had been. 
Where the dragonet had been. And where there now lay a human child, of around one year of age.
"It was for the best." The dragoness whispered again as they gazed at the child sadly, though even she was unsure if she reassuring the others or herself.
An angry bellow echoed from behind them and they turned to see a troop of raging human warriors marching towards them with spears and swords.
"We must go. NOW!" The russet dragoness shrieked, taking off immediately and trying desperately to drag the others up with her.
After one last look at the crying child on the rock, the dragons took flight.
Suddenly, the aqua blue dragon spasmed mid-air and the forest dragoness cried out in horror.
A long, jagged spear had been embedded in his chest, in the middle of the silver diamond. Blood oozed out slowly and he jolted once, then fell from the sky, crashing onto the hard, rocky ground.
The green dragoness wailed and reached out for him, but the other dragoness pulled her along, ignoring the tears slipping down her own cheeks.
And the child was left, lying on a smooth, cold rock and crying out for a mother and a father who she would never know.
Finally, as the warriors began to make their way back to camp after inspecting the dead dragon, one noticed the child.
She called the others over, confused and slightly scared as to why the dragons and the child had been there.
After a few minutes hesitation, they picked her up and took her back to their camp.
And as the tribe elders gathered around the orphaned child, she uttered her first word.
"Ocean."
==Chapter 1==
Deep. Blue. Alluring. Enticing. 
Her long, ebony black hair flowed behind her as she swam deeper into its familiar depths. She was unfazed by the darkness; comforted rather than afraid.
This sea was more of a home to her than anywhere else would ever be. 
The water around her swirled gently, enveloping her in smooth, cool blackness.
But suddenly, a wave of nauseous heat rushed through her and she was dragged to the surface, sputtering and crying out- 
And her eyelids snapped open, her chest fluttered as it drew in quick, short breaths, and it was light.
She closed her eyes almost as soon as she opened them, taking a moment for her eyes to adjust to the brightness before she opened them again.
Longing for the great, dark sea coursed through her mind.
It was the only place she would ever truly call home, yet every morning as the sun rose it was torn away from her: left behind in her dreams.
Light flooded into the tent from a flap in the pure white material, bathing the girl in warmth. She sighed and took a deep breath, gazing up at the top of the tent absentmindedly.
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