Legends of the Tribes

C=Canon
F=Fanon
== IceWing Legends ==
The legend of the Darkstalker (told by Snowfall) (C and F) - bleh I am bad at spelling
Well, it all started when this Nightwing, yep Foeslayer, she kidnapped Arctic! he was a good prince, But foeslayer had an enchantment! It forbade him from using his powers! 
Arctic was forced to have dragonets with her! it was awful, and even after that, us Icewings tried to get Arctic back! The queen sent hundreds of letters but he never responded. 
Finally Queen Diamond heard of his Animus son, who was torturing Arctic! 
Queen Diamond declared war on the Nightwings. It was very brutal and the Nightwings almost had us beat! We had come up with a plan to destroy those Nightwings, But The Darkstalkers Girlfriend Predicted it and killed thousands.
Suddenly, those Nightwings disappeared. No trace, they vanished, we tried to find them, but any Icewing who went into the mountains. . . Never came out. 
Most of us agree that Darkstalker probably killed all the Nightwings and kept them secret. Of course this was before Queen Glory, but still
Darkstalker's spirit lives, it is curse he put on himself every time Darkstalker dies. . . reincarnate himself into a Nightwing's body of his blood. 
== MudWing Legends ==
The Muddy Dragon (Told by a Bigwings to her younger siblings. Story by Apollo 8756) ( sort of C, F)
A large MudWing with deep brown scales herds her sibling into a little circle on the floor of their mud hut. "Today I'm going to tell you a story." She says, smiling. 
"Yay!" The littlest one claps her talons together, excited. "Story time!" 
The rest look nervous, remembering last time. 
The Bigwings starts in her rumbly voice. "Deep in the mangroves of the Northern Mud Kingdom, there once was a MudWing who lived alone. His siblings had all died, and he was very sad. He was their Bigwings, and he had failed. His name was Earthen. 
One day an old and injured MudWing showed up at Earthen's hut. He gave the old MudWing a place to sleep and his food. The old MudWing had been in an accident, and had a leg disability. He said his name was Sienna.
The Sienna stayed for about a month, and the Earthen was starting to not feel so lonely anymore. Then at the table one day, Sienna relayed a secret, he was an animus." 
She pauses, and looks down at her siblings, who are enthralled at a story of animus dragons. She smiles, and continues. 
"Now this was before MudWings killed their animus's, so they were allowed to run free and enchant whatever they wanted.
Sienna thanked Earthen for the kind hospitality, and offered him one animus enchantment as a token of thanks. Earthen was very excited. He finally had his chance! He asked Sienna to bring back his siblings. The animus them explained the three rules of magic, and told Earthen to wish again. 
This time, he ran to his room and took out a blue teardrop amber earring, that his mother had given to him. He asked if the Sienna could enchant it so he could hear his siblings in his mind, and talk to them. 
He slipped it on and listened as his three siblings could be heard speaking in his mind. He thanked Sienna profusely, and noticed an odd glint of crazed rage and insanity in his eyes and twisted smile. 
That last enchantment had driven him over the edge.
The animus leaped for Earthen, and dragged him into a swamp nearby, where he tore into his flesh. the younger, more nimble Earthen eventually won, but as he was about to slit the animus's throat, he paused, hearing him speak. The foolish Earthen thought that those were his last words of good bye to his family and friends. They weren't. 
Instead, Sienna uttered an enchantment, 'Enchant this MudWing -gasp- on top of me, to never die, but live forever, trapped in these -gasp- swamps, he shall be more mud than dragon with a thirst -wheeze- for blood, and never allowed to -cough- leave.' 
Then, he coughed one more, before his blood choked him. Earthen watched in horror as his own arms, legs, and wings slowly turned to mud. He screamed, a horrible choked, gurgling noise, and his last thoughts of his own were Goodbye, world. Then his own self was squeezed out by the mud. 
His earring was still on however, his siblings also quenched by the mud. They were, in unison taken over by an urge for dragon blood, and the Muddy Earthen dragon looked down, to see a bloody carcass lying under him. 
It was bones within minutes. Earthen roared, a shrieking gurgling noise, but distinctly draconic. It terrified the dragons living twenty miles away.
Now, the beast still lives on, known as the Muddy Dragon. Any lone MudWing who roams near those swamps, or naps near his lair, will never return. Eaten, by the Muddy Dragon. 
That is why us MudWings kill our animi. We do not want something like that happening again. Of course, we don't know what actually happened, as no-one was there at the time. This is our best explanation for what happened." She finishes. 
Her siblings are staring wide eyed at her. 
"Now let's go outside!" The Bigwings says cheerily, and skips out the door. 
The remaining dragonets slink out the door, terrified of the swamps. After all, they lived in the Northeast Mud kingdom. 
And that's when the gurgling shriek of hunger was heard from the woods. 
== NightWing Legends ==
The Darkstalker (Abridged) (Told by an old NightWing to her grandchildren)(Sort of C, sort of F)
It all started with the fool Foeslayer. She fell in love with an IceWing- an IceWing! Animus, no less. Of course they would never live happily ever after. Still, we weren't barbarians, and we didn't kill their dragonets like the IceWings would have.
The younger one was no threat. Barking mad, but quite harmless. She kept on living with the NightWings, so with any luck we'll get animus magic yet, and this time,train them right.
Now her brother was dangerous.He seemed all right at first, before we knew he was animus. He had even fallen in love. I still wonder who was enough of an idiot to do that. Then he went downhill. First a SeaWing animus came to calm him down, before quickly falling into his small group of cult-like followers. His girlfriend disappeared soon afterward, too. 
The Darkstalker became surrounded by strange disappearances, and even his loyal SeaWing friend and NightWing lover pulled away. Hmm, maybe she wasn't quite as much of an idiot, then. He began enchanting more followers, creating a mindless army to take down the queen. She tried to stop him, but he murdered her in cold blood. 
The IceWings took advantage of our weaknesses and attacked, so the Darkstalker killed them all. Well, not ALL, but close enough. I hate the IceWings as much as the next NightWing, but murdering most of the tribe... I shudder to imagine his face. 
He saw ahead, anticipated our attacks. He killed all of our seers and mindreaders, and brainwashed the rest of us. He enchanted his own father to kill himself. Eventually his girlfriend took him up into the mountains and neither have been seen in the last five hundred years. His SeaWing friend vanished at the same time. Took them down with him, I suppose.
Your grandfather says she killed him, but don't trust him, he's an idiot. She was probably far too soft for that. Now he's just biding his time, waiting for some annoying dragonets to entice him out of his slumber so he can finish us off.
== RainWing Legends ==
== SandWing Legends ==
== SeaWing Legends ==
== SkyWing Legends ==
== HiveWing Legends ==
== LeafWing Legends ==
=== The Legend of the Hive(C) ===
The legend begins with the earliest days of dragons on our continent. Back when the LeafWing tribe and the BeetleWing tribe were new, and they came to escape trouble in the Distant Kingdoms.
The first dragons who landed on Pantala encountered something... very strange. The night they arrived, as they all slept, the earth below them began to seethe with motion. Tiny legs crawled across their scales- and then more- and then more of them. The dragons woke suddenly, from their dreams into a true nightmare. They were covered in fire ants.
Their shrieks rose up to the three moons and they ran to the ocean, but even as they ran, more colonies of ants boiled up out of the ground and attacked. They marched up the dragons' legs and burrowed between their scales and dug their mandibles into their skin. The ants didn't let go as the dragons plunged into the sea; they didn't try to save themselves. They held on like grim death, until at last the ants drowned.
But the ants were only the beginning. The next morning, as the dragons were limping back to their campsite, they heard buzzing in the air, getting closer and closer. When they looked up, the sky was dark with bees. So many bees they blotted out the sun. The bees descended and attacked, all at once, just as the ants had done. And again, the dragons were forced to flee into the bay and hide below the water. They were saved by their flamesilks, who burned the bees out of the sky.
It got worse... and stranger. The swarms of insects kept coming. And the next attacks came from insects that don't normally work in groups - armies of venomous centipedes, battalions of tsetse flies, swarms of bombardier beetles.
They killed dragon after dragon with mindless, unwavering ferocity. Some of the dragons vanished in the night, never to be seen again. Others went down right in front of their friends, suddenly covered in assassin bugs.
Of course, the dragons fought back. They'd come too far to run away, and they were refugees who could never return to the Distant Kingdoms.
So they fought to stay, but it seemed that whenever they struck down one group of attackers, another would instantly appear in its place. The insects were followed by coils of rattlesnakes, a vast pride of lions, murders of crows.
But these were not ordinary attacks. The animals moved like a single organism. If a crow was struck down on one end of the battlefield, the crows at the far end somehow knew instantly. The snakes attacked simultaneously, targeting their victims with coordinated precision.
The tribes never found anyone behind the attacks. They searched far and wide for years, but there were no other dragons on the continent, as far as they could tell.
What they found, they called the Breath of Evil. The vine covered everything. It was wound around every tree, through every meadow, in every marsh. No matter the landscape, it thrived across all of Pantala.
But the dragons from the Distant Kingdoms soon discovered that when they destroyed this plant, the attacks waned. When they cleared all the vine from the area, that area gradually became safe to live in. No more attacks. The animals began to behave like normal animals, so long as they lived within the perimeter the dragons made where there was no Breath of Evil.
== SilkWing Legends ==
The Night the Webs Fell Down (more of a fanon story then a legend. Told by Apollo 8756.)
An old SilkWing curls up on the floor of the hut. He coughs, then starts speaking to the three little dragonets looking at him. 
"Hello little ones, " He starts, and is interrupted by a flash of lightning and a roar of thunder. 
He continues. "I'm going to tell you a story. A story of bravery, tragedy and heroism." 
The dragonets sit up straighter, curious.
"It all started one day..."
"It was a beautiful sunny day. I was having a good time. I had my wings, and was flying all around Jewel hive, where I lived. I loved flying, and did it every day. 
Eventually, I noticed it was getting late, and soared to my home, a small silk hut in the middle of the web, like this one." He was interrupted by another roar of thunder.
"Soon, the sun was set, and I saw a storm come close. I remember thinking that that was weird, since it was so sunny that day. I ignored it, but soon the storm was on top of the nets, howling and screaming. Over the din, I heard a scream followed by a shout of pure terror, 'The webs are breaking!' 
I ran outside and sure enough, there was a massive hole in the web. Thunder was booming and lightning was crackling. I remember yelling, 'Everyone! Grab as many dragonets as you can carry!' 
SilkWings poured out of huts, grabbing their dragonets and eggs. We lifted off, me clutching two dragonets in my talons. I was in the middle of the charge away, and had to watch in horror as lightning shot down dragons, burning them out of the sky, the dragonets plummeting to the ground, the eggs smashing. 
Eventually, we dove. I dropped the dragonets I was holding and told them to find their family. They scampered off, and I heard a shout. 
'Everyone! If you can, go back for more! We need to rescue all the dragonets!' 
About half the SilkWings lifted off again, me included once more. We got back to Jewel hive to find the webs in two, and dragonets bodies littering the ground, smashed eggshell here and there as well. We saw a few dragonets still clinging to the web shreds, and lifted them off. This time at least everyone had two dragonets in tow.
That flight was even more tiring than the last, and at least five more dragons were burnt out of the sky. We landed, and found the SilkWings huddled together in a big hole. Together we slept a fitful, terror stricken sleep, and in the morning, saw really how bad it was. 
Charred black dragons, holding dead dragonets or smashed eggshell, lay in awkward positions trailing back to Jewel hive. We stopped and wept for each, and one by one, the dead dragonets were lifted up onto backs and taken back to the torn webs. 
However, the real horror was when we got to the hive. Luckily, I didn't have a mate yet, so no dragonets were there to see the carnage. Broken, bloodied bodies of dragonets covered the ground. The other dragons around me dispersed, crying at their dead children. 
With a shock, I realized there was an egg, whole on top of the pile. I picked it up and heard a crack, and a tear slipped out of my eye, for I thought I had broken it. I placed it down in a clean spot of ground. Then a tiny foot stuck out and I inhaled sharply. I remember the joy at realizing that I was holding a beacon of hope in this desolate world. 
A head popped out, looked at me, chirped, then shattered the egg, revealing two other dragonets curled to his sides. I nearly choked. Triplets?" He was interrupted by the largest dragonet, saying
"Hey! I'm a triplet!"
The old SilkWing winked, then continued. "I wasn't sure what to name them, so I placed them on my back and helped my fellow tribe mates. Three months later, everything was back to normal, and I had come up with names for the dragonets, Swallowtail, Hawk, and Monarch." He paused, waiting for it to sink in.
The smallest dragonet, Swallowtail, spoke up first. "Wait. You mean that was us?" She asked, disbelieving.
"Yes." He replied. 
That's when Monarch piped up, "My brain just exploded!" 
"Well little ones, I have to get to sleep now. You should too." 
Then the old dragon lay down, his three dragonets curling up beside him, and in the case of Hawk, on top of him. Category:Public
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