Lies

== Prologue ==
"What have you done?!" She shrieked as the flapping of her wings grew louder outside of the small cave that he lived in. "Bring my dragonet back to me! I demand that you do!" 
He simply laughed, "Or you're going to do what exactly? Flap your wing and expect me to marvel at your "beauty"? You Rainwings! It's hilarious sometimes, you just can't get the fact that you are weak and useless through your thick skull!" 
She hissed, her lavender scales shifting to an eerie black. "You underestimate the power of a Rainwing. One day, you will regret this. You will regret all your choices, and as your blood spills out from you, , the only thought you will have will be 'I shouldn't have done it', you will beg for the mercy you will never get." And with that, she flew away, back to her village. 
He stared at the violet and light teal egg that lay wrapped in his spiky black tail. His brother's egg. The traitor. Having an egg with a Rainwing, of course the parents needed to be punished! The egg would grow up thinking that their parents hate it. He thought of how genius his plan would be. 
"My brother will die, and the mother will have to watch it, isn't that a good revenge, little egg?" To think he once loved the Rainwing. The Rainwing his brother stole from him. "She will wish that she chose me instead, but in the meantime...I could use a servant to help me out around here." 
So fitting, the egg that was born when his brother chose his love, and his love chose his brother, and they both knew who the love was, now that egg would be born on three new moons, and the brother would have the ultimate revenge. "Our parents are dead, but I can just imagine them cheering me on, I was their favorite. Did you know that, little one?" 
He held the egg with surprising gentleness, any onlooker would think that the mother died, and he was left to care for the egg, oh and he was the father. That was what he needed them to think. That was what he needed the dragonet to think. 
He got lost in his hopes for the egg. He would train it to be an assassin like him, but the dragonet would love him, and he would "love" it. He would watch from the sidelines as all the training would pay off. When the dragonet would kill its own parents. 
The parent's names you may ask, you will find out soon enough.
== Chapter 1 ==
"Morsel! Change the moss in my bed!" My father demanded. He was mean, but he cared when my parents wouldn't. He never told me his name, but I heard it a few times. Soulreaper. The name sent chills down my spine, like he did. 
"My name is Phantom! You named me yourself!" Even though he often didn't care about me, my name proved that he cared enough. "And I changed the moss just yesterday!" 
He growled softly, "Well get it again. I don't need to tell you twice. Do you want me to send you out into the wild? Perhaps a visit to your mother will set you straight." 
My mother. The very mention of her chilled me to the bone. She was a Rainwing, but not those cuddly weaklings I had heard about. No, she wasn't all that. She hated my egg, and tried to smash it. She would spit enough venom to drown me in, and I would surely die, and she would just see me. 
"Fine. I'll get the moss." He chuckled softly, as if deciding a new master plan. Who was I supposed to kill next, huh? Sometimes it seems like I was born to kill, and for that reason only. Toughen up Phantom. You will be feared, and your mother will one day be proud of you, and your family will be whole. That was what I was fighting for. If not for my father, I would be dead before I was born. He aided me into this world, and now he wants me to kill a few dragons? No biggie for the big picture.
"Good. I've already planned out your next target."
That was all I heard as I exited the cave. I had been all over Pyrrhia already. I hated other dragons, all the dragons that saw me knew I was a Nightwing-Rainwing hybrid, but they only feared me more, and they died later. I only let my targets see me. No one else knows I even exist. No one has escaped yet, and no one ever will. Not while I have my teeth and claws, and my venom, oh and my camouflage scales, oh and my dark black scales. I only hunted at night, and with all these put together, I was practically bred to kill. 
After walking for quite a while, I found a nice clump of moss, why did I tread out so far? None of them were what I wanted. For I wanted revenge. A certain part of the rainforest didn't get much rain, the moss looked cozy and nice, but it felt brittle and hard. I knew that I was going to have to go out again, but oh, wait, my journey was tomorrow, tough luck Soulreaper. Tough luck.
As I was gathering some moss, I caught a scent, a poor sloth was going to die. As I was following the scent, I burst through some bushes, and landed in a NightWing village. I quickly stepped back, no one noticed. As I turned around, I saw a black dragonet. A full NightWing. And sadly, this one had to die. 
"Hi there! I'm Mighty. What's your name? I've never seen a NightWing like you around, you look like a hybrid almost." 
"I am a hybrid. My name is Phantom, and you have to die." I hissed, gathering my venom. This wasn't my proudest "you are going to die now" lines, but I was surprised! Cut me some slack!
He took a step back, "I've never seen you around, and can I not die please? I really want to live to see my mom again, she went missing and I'm trying to find her." 
I paused, "You have to die! No one can know I exist but the dragons I kill! That's the way I was raised! My dad will kill me if he finds out that I let you live!" I was so very panicked, and unlike my other targets, he knew it. 
"Listen, I don't have to tell that you exist, but doesn't it get lonely? You could always visit your mom, if she's still alive. My mom's also alive, have you seen her around? Her name is Revenge, I know, I don't get why she was named that." He tilted his head.
Oh no! I cringed, Revenge was a target a while back. I don't remember quite why, but she was. "My mom would kill me if she saw me, she tried to break my egg! My dad luckily saved it, so I'm stuck with him sadly." Now for his mom. He didn't need to know. He could keep looking. "I haven't had any NightWing targets." A lie, but he didn't need to know. 
"Okay, do you want me to leave now? I come here every day in case you need a friend." A friend was something I didn't need. My father was the only other dragon I cared enough to know about. He taught me everything, oh and helped me exist, but yeah that's pretty small. 
"Fine, ignorant NightWing. But I can assure you, I have done very well on my own so far!" And with that, I gathered the trick moss, and stalked away. 
== Chapter 2 ==
I dropped the moss on Soulreaper's bed. "Who's my next target?" I asked, as I clawed a clump of good moss, obviously bored. "Have you decided on one yet?" 
A smile snuck onto his face, "Oh yes." His forked tongue tasted the air, and he unraveled a small scroll. The target information. "Take a look through it."
I unraveled the scroll, and looked at it.
 Name: Bog
 Nickname: Bog
 Gender: Male
 Tribe: MudWing
 Location: Sanctuary 
 Age: 47
 Mother: Ember
 Father: Unknown
 Siblings: None
 Partner: Dragonviper (Sandwing)
"A MudWing. Should be easy enough." I said as I closed the scroll. "I'll head out right now." I sprinted to the exit, and flew out. Quieter than the wind. Softer than the rain. "Not my first MudWing, and they are just as easy as I thought." I muttered under my breath as the heavy winds threatened to knock me out of the sky. 
As I flew, I thought about him having a SandWing as a partner. Imagine if they have an egg, a beauty, and then she is left to raise it on her own, or they want to have an egg, and now she's alone forever. I had a soft spot for hybrids. Stop it Phantom! He's your target! He dies, and maybe this Dragonviper will to if I feel so bad. My father never discouraged more deaths, but I only kill one that isn't a target, if they get in the way, if they see me, or if I feel bad about killing their dragonet\partner.
----I perched outside their window, they seemed rich enough. "Oh Bog, our dragonet will be the best dragon ever!" I heard Dragonviper say. Oh no...I never kill dragonets, but what if it gets in the way? Plus killing a dragonet's parents, possibly both? I'm not that much of a monster! Bog should have been an easy kill, but my emotions were getting in the way! 
"I love you Bog. Stay safe, okay?" She took Drought and left. I felt so bad about killing him, but I needed to. As she left, I was quickly plotting his demise, it needed to be painless, but quick, and I couldn't leave any traces. 
== Chapter 3 ==
I closed my eyes as I flew above the clouds. My blood-stained claws dripped, I chuckled as I imagined some poor dragon thinking it was raining blood. 
I needed to wash my claws, but the satisfaction, the feeling, of releasing a dragon from their mortal bonds, oh so satisfying! The look of terror on their faces, the warm blood that flows through my claws. Am I insane? Probably, but Soulreaper raised me this way, and I'm not complaining.
I touched down at a small pond, no other dragon in sight. I washed my claws, and stared as the blood spread across the water. Suddenly, I clutched my head, terror spiked through me. Pain erupted from my wings, and spread throughout. I wanted to rip them off, but I couldn't. Suddenly, the world was dark, nothingness was the only thing around me.
----A small light was in front of me, so I followed. Inside, was a dragon with black scales as dark as the night, and eerie black eyes. "Sit, little one. You are in the realm of the dead." 
WHAT?! "I'M DEAD?! YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME!" I roared, desperate to destroy something, "HOW DID IT HAPPEN!" Death wasn't supposed to come for me! I was on its side!
The dragon laughed, a booming laugh that shook the cavern. "Oh no, I brought you here, to give you a prophecy. Normally those NightWings don't come here, and you weren't born with that gift, but I needed to get this message to you, and there were none of those NightWings around who knew you, so I had to do this."
I tilted my head, "What do you have to say to me?" 
He chuckled, "Getting straight to the point. My own dragonets didn't even dare to ignore pleasantries. I admire that."
I marched up to him, and stared him straight in the eyes. "Well I wasn't raised like that. Tell me, or else." Eerie words, but in truth, I was scared out of my scales!
"Or else what? I'm already dead in case you haven't noticed." I growled loudly. "Oh fine, I should just tell you, before another dragon finds you." I hadn't considered that. "It's actually more like an omen, but okay."
"Don't listen, don't trust, or death will find us all."
Eerie. Eh, not the weirdest thing I've witnessed, but I needed to get back as soon as I could. Don't trust?! This guy is truly insane! Maybe he was, maybe he wasn't, but I was sure that this was a sign I needed to change, and soon.
== Chapter 4 ==
As I neared my cave, that dead guys omen was the least of my problems. Soulreaper was here, and likely he had tried to sleep. 
D o n ' t l i s t e n , d o n ' t t r u s t , o r d e a t h w i l l f i n d u s a l l 
The words rang in my head with every wingbeat. I knew that I was going insane...well more insane than I already was. Plus, the guy was dead! How could death find them all, when death had already claimed them?! 
I lowered my head beneath the clouds so I could see the land under. There was an awkward pause between plains and the rainforest. I dropped down to the beginning. There was a specific path to the cave, and I needed to follow it.
Three trees in. Turn left. Two trees in. Turn right. Four trees in. Step one tree to the right. Six trees in. Turn right. Pass the vines. 
Now I was out in the open, ready to be yelled at. These days, my father was different. Did he care about me once? Without a doubt. Did he train me to be a monster? Who's asking at this point? Does he think about me as more than a monster? Doubt it. Does he care about me? I'd set that as a solid maybe. 
Maybe I was insane. Maybe I enjoy death. Maybe the feel of blood feels good. Maybe I would enjoy a bath full of blood. Again, maybe (probably) I'm insane. There's a lot of maybes out here in the world, so why can't I say maybe Soulreaper does care about me? Because lying is not good (I don't care unless I can use that to my own benefit).
"PHANTOM! DID YOU KILL BOG?!" The warmest welcome, from the greatest father (if you can't tell, I'm being sarcastic). 
"Yes." I growled exasperatingly, his reaction every time. Always yelling at me after I kill a dragon because he wants me to, the greatest father, am I right?
"Anyway, any other targets? I'm feeling quite bloody right now." If all goes well, that omen will die along with that poor dragon he will tell me to kill. 
He smirked, "My bloodthirsty daughter, I have two targets in mind, oh their deaths will be so satisfying, but I think I'll wait a bit. For now, I don't think I have another.
== Chapter 5 ==
Soulreaper found another. Turns out, he has a lot of enemies, that shouldn't be healthy, but oh well. A distraction from a crazy dragon's omen. Oh goody! 
"Here's the target." He handed me a small scroll, where did he buy all of these?! How did he even get all this information?! And in such short time! "I managed to find this one in my pile. Also, if he's dead I have two others." So he has a pile? Anyway, he handed me two others.
 Name: Eaglet
 Nickname: Eagle
 Gender: Female
 Tribe: SkyWings
 Location: Spring Dale
 Age: 23
 Mother: Unknown
 Father: Unknown
 Sibling(s): Voltage (male), Lemon (female)
 Partner: None
One.
 
 Name: Sand
 Nickname: Sandy
 Tribe: SandWings
 Location: Bright Meadow
 Age: 8
 Mother: Thistle
 Father: Scabs
 Sibling(s): None
 Partner: None
Two.
 Name: Drown
 Nickname: Deathy
 Tribe: SeaWings
 Location: Trench
 Age: 12
 Mother: Rainbowfish
 Father: Cod
 Sibling(s): None
 Partner: Unknown
Three. 
"Dad! One's 8! How could I kill an 8-year-old?! Why do you want me to kill an 8-year-old?! You are just a mystery that I can just keep unraveling, and still be shocked by what happens next!" I demanded, as I took the scrolls and slumped in my bed.
== Chapter 6 ==
My father ignored me, and began cleaning up the area. I'll start with Eaglet, she's the oldest, and the second closest. I began forming a plan. I could first go to Bright Meadow, then Trench, and I could close it up with a 23-year old in Spring Dale, or I could start from Spring Dale- If I ended with the oldest, I will maybe get over it by the time I get home. 
I rolled up the scrolls and got flying. 
----WIP
(Lightsky is right now panicking because she has until April 3, April 2 for her, to write 2500 characters, before this gets deleted. She also apologizes if this is literal trash right now, she will clean it up later.)
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