Book 16 : the lost tribe

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== Elementwings ==
=== DESCRIPTION ===
earth yellow, with either green, blue or red depending on their abilities. Rarely yellow or multicolored.
=== ABILITIES ===
the common ones are breathing fire, they are called “fire breathers”. Summoning water, they are called “water controllers”. Lastly similar to leafspeak but very weak and the ability to control the ground or any natural features, they are called “earth speakers”. The more unique powers are “weather commanders” they control the weather. There’s also a kind of dragon called elementer, they own every kind of common powers and is very powerful.
=== LOCATION ===
Elementa
=== QUEEN ===
Scorch
=== DIET ===
Fish and fruit
== Prophecy ==
On the land of unknown 
there stand a tribe alone
separated from all 10 tribes
A great guardian awakening
With all the elements 
May bring danger and disaster 
Unless lightning and thunder unite
== Map of Elementa ==
== Prologue ==
=== About 5000 years ago… ===
Beneath the heavy clouds, the air crackled with tension as a storm brewed on the horizon. The wind howled through the barren land, rattling the branches of twisted, leafless trees. A tribe of dragons, their scales glistening in the fading light, prepared for a journey that would change their fate. 
“Is it ready?” Crack's voice cut through the roar of the wind, his eyes gleaming with the anticipation of what lay ahead. 
“Not yet,” Tide replied, his gaze fixed on the churning sky above. “We still need the others. It can't power itself without them.” His voice was steady, but there was a hint of urgency in his tone as the storm loomed ever closer. 
Crack let out a short, dry laugh. “I thought you had Flammable and Storm ready.” 
Tide shook his head, the dark blue of his scales shimmering with the rain. “Storm is a weather commander, we need him, yes, but so do the others. It’s been centuries since we’ve had a commander who could control the skies like him.” 
Crack’s eyes narrowed, his tail lashing against the ground in frustration. “Fine. Go tell him to meet me at the shore. We will leave tonight.”
On the jagged cliffs overlooking the ocean, the storm raged in full force. Lightning slashed through the sky, and the waves below crashed violently against the rocks. But even in the chaos, Storm's voice boomed above the tempest, commanding attention. 
“Settle down, everyone!” he roared, his massive wings outstretched. The gathered dragons, hundreds of them in all shades of scales and shapes, turned their glowing eyes towards him. 
“We’ve found it!” Storm declared, his voice filled with triumph. “A new home, far from the endless battles on Pyrriha!” He paused, his piercing gaze sweeping over the crowd. “We call it Elementa, a land where we can be free! Where the skies, seas, and lands bend to our will, and no one can touch us!” 
Before he had a chance to finish, the crowd had already erupted in cheers, their talons scraping against the rocky ground as they raised their wings in solidarity. But amidst the excitement, a lone voice called out, hesitant yet bold. 
“Can some of us stay here?” a dragon asked, and instantly, fifty others raised their talons in agreement. Storm’s expression softened as he regarded them. 
“If you wish to stay, no one will stop you,” he said with calm acceptance. “But for those ready to embrace a future of freedom, follow me," His wings unfurled fully now, catching the wind as he prepared to lead the way. “To Elementa, the land of freedom!”
== Chapter 1 ==
Thunder was special. Not just because he was an Elementwing, a dragon known for their command over nature’s forces, but because he was one of the rarest of all — he was a weather commander. He could control the weather itself. 
Thunder remembered his first hatching day, when he turned one. Some of his scales began to shift from a dull earth-yellow to a brilliant, glowing gold, like tiny flashes of lightning across his body. The other dragons had been speechless. He hadn’t understood why at the time. It wasn’t until much later, on a quiet evening, that his mother sat him down, her eyes filled with pride, and told him the truth. 
“You’re special, Thunder,” she had said softly, her voice brimming with warmth. “You’re a weather commander, destined to control the skies.” 
Those words had changed everything for him. He remembered that day as the best day of his life. From that point on, life felt like a constant celebration. Whenever he had a party, every dragon in the tribe came, eager to catch a glimpse of the little weather commander. He was lavished with gifts, surrounded by toys crafted from the finest gemstones and metals. Every smile, every laugh from his tribe seemed directed at him, filling him with a sense of belonging and power. 
But then, school started. 
At first, Thunder thought it would be fun, just another place for him to shine. But school wasn’t like his parties. Some dragons looked at him with envy in their eyes, jealous of his powers. They called him names—“big idiot” was their favorite — and no amount of praise from his teachers could dull the sting. He was small then, and despite his status, he wasn’t strong. He couldn’t defend himself. He knew that one day, when he was older, he’d be able to use his powers to silence them. He just needed to be patient. 
“Wait until you turn eight,” his mother had told him, “then you’ll be ready to harness your powers.” But eight felt like an eternity away. All Thunder wanted was to show those dragons — especially Tide and Volcano — that he wasn’t to be messed with. He wanted to summon a storm just to teach them a lesson. 
The adults always seemed so intent on limiting him. "You’re too young for that," they would say, or "Wait until you’re older." It drove him crazy. One time, his mother had an important meeting with “some important someones” (as she called them), and Thunder, being curious, decided to sneak in and listen. But of course, he got caught. His punishment? Extra chores and more schoolwork. Ugh. 
Speaking of schoolwork, Thunder hated it. His least favorite assignments were the bug collections. They were supposed to go out and catch rare bugs, but catching them was almost impossible! Eventually, he and his friends just gave up and went to the market to buy expensive pre-made bug collections. They’d take them apart and pretend they’d caught the bugs themselves. 
“And that’s pretty much my opinion on life,” Thunder grumbled, his scales still gleaming as he cast an annoyed glance at the scroll in front of him. “Can we just get on with the rest of the schoolwork? I don’t want to spend all day telling you my life story so you can write about it.” He flicked his wing and picked up another scroll, his mood sour. 
“Alright, question fourteen: “What was your best memory with your family?” Earthquake read aloud from her scroll, her voice heavy with boredom. Thunder groaned, flipping through his bag. 
“No more of these life and memory questions,” he muttered, exasperated. “Where are the math problems?” As he dug through his school bag, emptying it out in a huff. “Ah, here we go! Let’s get this done first, then we’ll deal with history.” 
Earthquake nodded, grateful for the change in topic. “Fine with me,” she said, already scribbling down numbers. Thunder’s mind, however, was elsewhere. 
“When we’re done with this,” he said, his eyes gleaming with excitement, “let’s head to the gem stand. I heard they found some new stones up in the Mountain.” 
Earthquake smirked, rolling her eyes. “You and your shiny things.” 
“Hey, what can I say?” Thunder grinned, feeling a spark of anticipation in his chest. 
== Chapter 2 ==
Thunder’s favorite place in the whole world was the bustling marketplace. It was always alive with color and noise, a whirlwind of activity where dragons from all around came to trade, barter, and show off their goods. Here, Thunder could meet all kinds of dragons, and when he had enough money, buy all sorts of things that caught his eye. 
“Can I get the big yellow one? It matches my scales,” Thunder ordered, his eyes gleaming as he pointed to a large, radiant gemstone displayed at one of the stands.
Earthquake, who was standing beside him, tilted her head. “Wouldn’t the smaller ones fit better on that necklace?” she asked, sounding both practical and curious.
“It won’t,” Thunder said with a huff. “They’re all too small for me.”
“But it’s the size of your talons!” Earthquake exclaimed, wide-eyed.
Thunder rolled his eyes, his tone sharp with annoyance. “Well, I don’t care. I want it, and it’s mine. Besides, it’s very shiny,” he added without hesitation, already imagining the gemstone hanging around his neck, reflecting the sunlight.
Earthquake sighed, her expression softening into a smile. “Okay, if you insist,” she said. “I’m going to go check out Mr. Wave’s seashell stand.”
Thunder watched her leave for a moment, his thoughts drifting. Earthquake was his only true friend. She was kind, patient, and always listened to him without judgment. She had been there for him when no one else was, and that made her different. He still remembered their first meeting, back on his very first day of school…
“Hi! Are you new here?” A cheerful voice had called out from behind him. “I could show you around if you like.”
Thunder, startled, whipped around defensively. “Who is it? Don’t you dare attack me from behind!” he had growled, his body tense, ready for a fight.
Back then, he had been overly protective of himself, always expecting trouble. Everyone seemed to be out to get him—always hitting him in the back, making fun of him for being a weather commander. Bullies lurked around every corner. But not her.
Earthquake had simply stood there, smiling, her tail flicking with amusement. She didn’t take offense to his reaction. Instead, she introduced herself and tried to help him from the very start. She even tried to convince the other dragons that it wasn’t his fault he had such rare powers.
“You know,” she had said one day, “you might save their lives one day with your powers. You never know what could happen.”
Thunder had been annoyed at the time. He didn’t want to hear it. But still, Earthquake never gave up on him. She didn’t try to hit him in the back or whisper cruel things like the others. That had made all the difference.
Now, as he fingered the gemstone he had just bought, Thunder's mind wandered back to the words everyone seemed to have for him about his powers. His mother, for instance, believed he had been given his gift for a reason—a dark reason.
“There’s going to be a very bad, bad dragon,” his mother had warned, her eyes clouded with worry. “A great evil that will try to take over the world, and you, Thunder, are destined to stop it.”
Thunder had rolled his eyes when she said it. Nope. He had no interest in playing the hero, saving lives, or stopping some “great evil.” That wasn’t his idea of fun. Saving the world sounded like way too much work. No thanks.
His teachers were always telling him something different. They spoke about his potential, how he could be special like the first legendary weather commander, Storm. They always talked about Storm—how he had helped the Elementwings escape from the land of Pyrriha, where fire-breathing, venom-spitting dragons ruled. The stories painted Storm as a hero who had saved their tribe from certain doom.
“What’s the big deal?” Thunder muttered to himself, shifting his weight. We have fire-breathing dragons too. We have earth-speakers and weather commanders. We’re superior to the rest.
Not like those black dragons—Thunder couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of them. They had always boasted about their mind-reading abilities and their ability to see the future, claiming to be the best tribe of all. But they lived on a miserable, lonely volcanic island. His tribe’s scouts had recently reported that the volcano had erupted, wiping out their entire tribe.
They deserved it, Thunder thought coldly. They may have been able to see the future, but they couldn’t do anything about the elements of nature. They couldn’t do anything to stop their own demise. And that’s what made Thunder feel so powerful.
“We are the elements,” he whispered to himself, clutching the yellow gemstone tightly in his claw. We control the very forces of nature.
Nothing else mattered.
== Chapter 3 ==
“Thunder, wake up! It’s time for school,” his mother’s voice called out, cutting through the fog of his dreams. 
Thunder groaned, rubbing his eyes and stretching his wings lazily. “What time is it?” he mumbled, still trying to find his feet.
“It’s already a quarter after sunrise!” Treetop snapped, her voice filled with impatience. “You’re late for school, and that’s not how a superhero acts!”
Thunder blinked in surprise, still half-asleep. “Mom, I told you—I’m not a superhero,” he protested, stifling a yawn. “And you know I’m not usually late.” He shot her a glance, more awake now, noticing the faint glow of sunlight already creeping in through the windows.
Treetop thrust a freshly caught fish into his talons. “Eat this fast and get moving!” she urged, her tail swishing in frustration.
Thunder tore into the fish, eating quickly as he left the cave. The cool morning breeze brushed against his scales as he made his way toward school. But as he approached the northern beach, something unusual caught his eye—a crowd of dragons had gathered, their voices raised in a chaotic mix of excitement and curiosity.
“What's going on?” he muttered, curious despite himself. The crowd surged, and from the center, he could see a flash of emerald green—a dragon unfamiliar to him. He pushed through the crowd, squeezing past wings and tails until he finally spotted a familiar face at the front of the gathering.
“Earthquake! What’s happening?” Thunder asked, breathless from navigating through the horde of dragons.
“Oh, hey, Thunder!” Earthquake’s eyes were wide with excitement. “There’s a dragon here from another place! He’s not an Elementwing! He calls himself Prince Lobster of the Seawings. Look at what he can do!” She pointed toward the strange dragon with awe.
Thunder watched in fascination as the emerald-green dragon, Lobster, floated a handful of seashells effortlessly into the air. The shells spun in intricate patterns, reflecting sunlight in dazzling arcs. The crowd around them gasped and cheered with delight.
“That’s amazing,” Thunder murmured, feeling a strange twinge in his chest. Something about this dragon…something about Lobster told him that his life was about to change forever.
“Earthquake, isn’t it time for school?” Thunder asked, trying to stay grounded as the excitement around him swelled. “We’re going to be in so much trouble for being late!”
Earthquake waved him off, her eyes glued to Lobster. “It’s fine! There are so many dragons here, even our teacher came to see this. No one’s thinking about school today.” She grinned, clearly more interested in the spectacle than any potential scolding.
Thunder sighed. “Maybe,” he muttered, but his thoughts drifted back to the stranger in front of him. Lobster’s powers seemed different. If he could make seashells fly, what else could he do? Could he make dragons fly? Could he…help with schoolwork?
Just as that thought crossed his mind, Earthquake let out a gleeful shout. “Look! He’s giving out gifts! Come on, let’s get one!” She bolted toward Lobster, leaving Thunder behind.
The day seemed to blur after that. Thunder watched as dragons left the crowd, their claws and talons filled with all sorts of things—each one gifted by Lobster. What are those gifts, and what do they do? he wondered. As the sun began its descent toward the horizon, casting an orange glow over the beach, it was finally Thunder’s turn.
He approached cautiously, his heart racing. “Um…hello, Lobster?”
The Seawing prince turned toward him, his emerald-green eyes scanning Thunder with a thoughtful expression. “Hello,” Lobster said, his voice calm and measured. “I’ve been sent here to find a dragon named either Lightning or Thunder.”
Thunder blinked, taken aback. “Why are you looking for those names?” he asked.
“It’s about a prophecy,” Lobster answered, his tone matter-of-fact. “We have future tellers back home. They see visions of the future, but their words are always cryptic… and usually a little creepy,” he added with a big yawn, as if discussing a prophecy was no more exciting than the weather.
Thunder’s heart skipped a beat. “Is it…about me?” he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.
Lobster tilted his head, scrutinizing him more closely. “What’s your name?”
“Thunder,” he answered, his voice barely more than a whisper.
Lobster’s eyes widened slightly, a slow smile creeping across his face. “Well then, Thunder, it seems you’re the one I’ve been looking for.”
== Chapter 4 ==
Where is Mountain Forge? Thunder grumbled to himself, his mind swirling with confusion as he hovered in midair. He’d been flying in circles for what felt like hours.
"Hey, do you know where Mountain Forge is?" Thunder asked a passing dragon, desperation creeping into his voice.
"Go down this street, turn left, then head into the forest. After that, go north and you’ll see it," the dragon answered, flicking his tail in the general direction.
Thunder sighed. He wasn’t great at following directions, and he knew it. In fact, within minutes of flying off, he was already lost. “Wait, did he say go east or north? Or was it south?” His frustration mounted until he remembered something. “Oh wait, he gave me a map.”
He fumbled to pull out the crumpled map from his satchel and, with growing horror, realized he was flying in the complete opposite direction. I really should pay more attention in geography class, he thought, guilt settling in. Yesterday, Lobster had told him to meet him at Mountain Forge. Well, Lobster’s directions weren’t exactly clear. His exact words had been, "Tomorrow, meet me at that mountain—I’ve got a lot of questions for you."
Why did he choose me? Or did he ask a bunch of other dragons too? Thunder thought with curiosity. The questions gnawed at him as he flew, faster now that he had the right direction. After what seemed like ages, his wings aching from the long journey, he finally spotted the jagged peaks of Mountain Forge rising into the sky.
Elementa was enormous—a vast continent that could take seven days just to fly across half of it. Thunder had only flown for a few hours, but it felt like much longer. When he finally landed on the rocky ledge of Mountain Forge, Lobster was already waiting for him, his emerald-green scales glinting in the afternoon light.
“Hi, Thunder!” Lobster greeted him with a wide grin. “There’s something you need to know… there’s a prophecy about you.”
Thunder’s eyes narrowed, his heart sinking. “A prophecy?” he echoed, not entirely pleased with the sound of that.
Lobster nodded, pulling out a scroll from a leather pouch slung across his back. “Yeah. Do you know anything about the Guardian?” he asked, fixing his gaze on Thunder.
Thunder blinked, confused. “No, I’m barely of age. You talk like I should know everything already,” he said with a hint of exasperation.
Lobster’s eyes softened. “I think this prophecy is important. That’s why I was sent to find you.” He handed the scroll over to Thunder. “Here, read it.”
Thunder’s claws shakily unfurled the scroll. His eyes darted over the cryptic words, and he read aloud:
"On the land of the unknown… there stands a tribe alone… separated from all ten tribes... A great guardian awakening… With all the elements… May bring danger and disaster… Unless lightning and thunder unite..."
Thunder scowled, irritation creeping into his voice. “I don’t know anything about lightning! As far as I know, I’m the only weather commander around here.” His tail flicked sharply against the stone, showing his frustration. “And I’ve never even met a dragon named Lightning.”
Lobster looked thoughtful but didn’t seem to be affected by Thunder’s impatience. “That’s something we’ll have to figure out. But there’s more. The power I have—animus magic—it could help you defeat this enemy,” Lobster said, his voice brimming with pride.
Thunder’s annoyance flared. “Again with the ‘defeating enemies’ stuff! I don’t want to defeat anything or anyone. I just want to live a normal life, use my powers to help others in ways that don’t involve violence.”
Lobster raised a brow, slightly amused. “But isn’t defeating the enemy a bit like helping out the whole tribe?” he countered.
Thunder huffed, folding his wings tight against his back. “Maybe, but I want to help in a less violent way!” His voice rose in frustration. “Why does everyone expect me to be some hero? I never asked for this power to be thrown on me like a burden.”
Lobster tilted his head, watching Thunder with a mix of curiosity and understanding. “I get that,” he said softly, surprising Thunder with the gentleness in his tone. “But sometimes the choices we don’t want are the ones that shape us the most.”
Thunder fell silent for a moment, his gaze drifting to the distant mountains on the horizon. Maybe Lobster’s right, he thought reluctantly. But that didn’t make him any more eager to shoulder the weight of a prophecy or the expectations that came with it.
"I don’t know if I’m ready for this," Thunder finally admitted, his voice quieter now.
"You don’t have to be ready," Lobster replied with a small smile. "You just have to start."
== Chapter 5 ==
After his little talk with Lobster, Thunder couldn't shake the uneasy feeling gnawing at him. He had always been excited about the idea of unlocking his powers on his eighth birthday—dreaming of the moment when he could control the skies, the storms, the very elements. But now, as the reality approached, something darker crept into his thoughts. What if someone used his power to hurt others? What if he lost control? He’d heard rumors of weather commanders so strong they could split the world in half. 
Two days until he got his powers.
His mother, Treetop, had tried to soothe him, brushing off his worries. "Don't think about it too much until it happens," she had said. She even hired a tutor to help him control his abilities once they arrived. As if that would help, Thunder scoffed internally. The tutor isn’t even a weather commander. How would she know how to handle my powers? The thought did nothing to ease the storm inside him.
Two days later...
“Mom, are you sure about this?” Thunder asked, his voice trembling slightly as he walked onto the wide-open field. He could feel the damp grass beneath his talons as his wings twitched nervously. Across the field stood an enormous dragon, her scales the pale, endless blue of the midday sky.
“Hi, Thunder,” she greeted with a kind smile. “I’ll be your teacher from now on. My name is Tidepool.”
Treetop nodded at her son. “You’re in good hands now. I’ll leave you to it.” She gave Thunder a reassuring smile before flying off.
Tidepool was one of the queen’s sisters, which apparently made her important. She also claimed she had known a weather commander before, which Thunder doubted. She worked at the Element Control and Teaching School—a place with an imposing name that just made Thunder more skeptical.
“To open up your power, you need to be eight,” Tidepool said, twitching her wings slightly.
Thunder sighed. “I know, and I am eight. That’s why I’m here.” He met her gaze, already feeling the weight of frustration building inside him.
“The first thing you need to do is say, ‘Storm, come to me,’ out loud. See what happens,” she instructed, her voice full of confidence.
Thunder raised an eyebrow but did as she asked. “Storm, come to me,” he said, feeling silly.
Nothing happened.
Tidepool frowned, whispering to herself, “Interesting… that usually works.”
“Of course it doesn’t,” Thunder snapped, his frustration boiling over. “I’m special. You don’t know anything about weather commanders!” His tail thumped angrily against the ground.
Tidepool’s expression softened. “Oh no, no. Don’t be rude to your teacher, dear, especially when she’s thinking.” She paused, tilting her head thoughtfully. “Why don’t you fly up to the clouds, touch one, and say it again. Storm, come to me.”
Thunder rolled his eyes. “I’m not flying that high. Besides, will it even work?” he asked, trying to remain polite but feeling a growing disdain for her methods.
“Yes, it will work,” she assured him with a calm smile. “Trust me.”
With a sigh, Thunder stretched his wings and took to the sky, ascending toward the clouds. Maybe if I just do this, I won’t have to deal with her for long, he thought, half-expecting nothing to happen.
He reached out, brushing the cold, soft edges of the clouds, and then, with a mischievous grin, he said, “Clouds, float down and rain on my teacher!” He snickered to himself, imagining the scene below. If this works, I’m going to be so proud of myself.
But again, nothing happened. No clouds moved. No rain fell.
Thunder sighed and glided back down to the field, landing with a heavy thud. “No, I told you it wouldn’t work,” he muttered.
Tidepool eyed him with disappointment. “Alright. We’ll continue tomorrow,” she said, her voice calm but clearly unsettled. “I need to think about why it didn’t work.”
As soon as Tidepool flew off, Thunder’s frustration melted into pure joy. Finally! he thought, a grin spreading across his face. I can get out of this miserable place. Best of all, I’ve got the whole day off!
The thought of a free day sent his heart racing with excitement. No school, no tutors, no failed lessons—just time to himself. I wonder if Earthquake is done with her classes. I should go find her.
Thunder knocked on Earthquake’s door, his wings still buzzing with energy. When she answered, her expression was one of surprise and amusement.
“Aren’t you supposed to be learning about your powers?” she teased.
“Oh, my teacher said we’re continuing tomorrow,” Thunder said, his eyes shining. “And guess what? I have a free day!” He flapped his wings in excitement, practically bouncing in place.
Earthquake chuckled. “Okay, calm down. When I’m finished with my studies, I’ll meet you by the forest near the North Beach, alright?”
“Deal!” Thunder replied, already planning how they’d spend the rest of the day. Maybe things weren’t so bad after all.
== Chapter 6 ==
“My first class was horrible!” Thunder groaned as he plopped down on the grassy hill by the beach. “Tidepool was a complete disaster. The only thing she taught me was how to be annoying,” he said, mimicking his teacher’s high-pitched voice with exaggerated flair.
Earthquake chuckled. “Ha! My teacher was way better. Look what I can do now.” She extended her claws, and suddenly, a shimmering green wall of earth rose up in front of her, blocking the view of the waves.
Thunder’s eyes widened. “Whoa! What else can you do?” he asked, curiosity piqued.
“I’m still figuring that out,” she said, twitching her claws thoughtfully. “I think I can manipulate the earth in different ways, but it’s not easy. What did your teacher tell you about your power?”
Thunder snorted. “Oh, nothing helpful. She told me to shout some magic words. No real explanation. Just... shout.”
Earthquake rolled her eyes. “Well, that’s not going to work. My teacher told me to imagine holding a green sphere in my talons and to think about what I want the world around me to do.”
Thunder pondered this for a moment. “That’s... interesting. Maybe I should try your way. It sounds better than just yelling at the sky,” he said with a grin.
He closed his eyes and focused. Imagine you have power. Lots of power flowing through your claws, he thought, feeling the tingling sensation grow in his talons. Now, I want the wind to carry me up. As he concentrated, he felt a gentle lift, the wind swirling beneath him and pushing him upward. Slowly but surely, he rose off the ground, his feet barely touching the grass.
“It’s working! I know how to use my power!” Thunder exclaimed, his wings flaring out in excitement.
Earthquake’s eyes lit up. “That’s amazing! Congratulations! Let’s see what else we can do.”
Later that day, Thunder found himself waiting at the North Beach for Earthquake. The waves crashed lazily against the shore, and the sky stretched on endlessly above him. He decided to practice his powers while he waited. Clouds, form different shapes, he thought, directing his mind towards the fluffy formations overhead. To his amazement, one cloud floated down toward him, shifting and twisting into the shape of a dragon.
“This is incredible!” Thunder whispered in awe, watching the cloud-dragon swirl and dance in the air. His excitement soared, and any lingering doubts or fears he had about his powers melted away.
He spent the next few minutes experimenting with different tricks. He made the wind carry rocks, pushing them through the air until they formed a small statue. He commanded the storm clouds to gather in one spot, then told them to rain somewhere far away, watching as they drifted off to another part of the beach. But I have to be careful, he reminded himself. Don’t get too confident. Someone could get hurt.
Just as he was thinking this, Earthquake appeared, bounding toward him with a wide smile on her face. “Hi, Thunder!” she called happily. “Look at what I made for you!”
They both spoke at the same time, bursting with excitement. “Look at what I made you!” they said, laughing as they realized what had happened.
Thunder proudly held up the small statue he had carved out of the wind, while Earthquake handed him a glimmering green gem. “I found this in the mountains,” she explained. “I used my powers to pull it from the earth. I’m calling it the Earthstone.”
Thunder’s eyes sparkled as he examined the gem. “This is amazing, Earthquake. It’s beautiful.” He held out his wind-carved statue. “And this is a statue of you, carved by the wind!”
Earthquake looked at the statue in disbelief. “You’re not messing with me, right? How could you carve a statue out of wind?”
“If you don’t believe me, I’ll show you!” Thunder replied, and with a flick of his wings, he repeated the process. The wind gathered around a pile of rocks, lifting and shaping them with ease until they formed a rough but recognizable version of Earthquake’s figure.
Earthquake gasped in amazement. “Okay, now I believe you! That’s incredible. You’re so powerful, Thunder.”
Thunder smiled, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. “Thanks. What about you? What else can you do?”
Earthquake grinned. “I’ve been practicing, but there’s still so much to figure out. I can move the ground, shape it... but I feel like there’s more. We should push ourselves and see how far we can go!”
Thunder’s eyes gleamed with excitement. “I could do anything. I could even make the clouds dance!” He closed his eyes, focused his thoughts, and when he opened them again, the clouds above were swirling in intricate patterns, twisting and twirling like dancers in the sky.
Earthquake stared in awe. “Wow... you really are something special, Thunder. You’re the best friend a dragon could ever have.”
Thunder’s heart swelled with warmth as he looked at her. “And you’re the best friend I could ever ask for, Earthquake. Together, we can do anything.”
They stood side by side, watching the clouds dance above them, knowing their journey was just beginning.
== Chapter 7 ==
"Thunder, will you stop messing up my drawer?" Treetop’s voice was sharp, pulling Thunder out of his exploration of the clutter. 
"No! There’s too many interesting things inside, like this!" He held up a worn, faded piece of parchment, which looked like a map.
Treetop’s eyes narrowed. "I don’t know what that is, but I know it’s important. So please, don’t mess around with it," she warned, trying to hide her concern.
Thunder, ever curious, grinned. "I won’t mess it up, I just want to study it." He tucked the map under his wing and strolled out of the room, excitement buzzing in his chest. "I wonder what this map is... it looks nothing like Elementa’s maps," he muttered to himself. Curiosity quickly overwhelmed him, and he sat on the ground, pulling out a blank piece of paper.
"She didn’t say I couldn’t copy it, right?" Thunder reasoned, a mischievous smile creeping across his face. His drawing skills were impeccable, honed over years of copying every map he could get his talons on. He had an entire book filled with perfect replicas of maps, from the valleys of Elementa to the borders of far-off lands.
As soon as he finished copying the mysterious map, he burst out of his room, brimming with excitement. "Mom, I’m going out for a bit! Here’s the map!" Without a second thought, he tossed the original map onto the floor.
Treetop’s eyes widened in alarm. "Thunder! I told you to be careful with that, and that includes not throwing it!" she snapped, scooping it up and placing it back in her drawer with care.
Thunder barely heard her as he rushed outside, eager to show Earthquake his discovery. When he found her lounging near the edge of the forest, he couldn’t contain his excitement.
"Can you believe what I found?" Thunder exclaimed, his wings twitching with excitement.
Earthquake smiled knowingly. "Let me guess, another map?"
"How is it that you can read my mind?" Thunder laughed. "But seriously, this one is different. It has a bunch of weird notes on it, and I don’t even know where it’s from."
"Let me see," Earthquake said, her curiosity now piqued. She took the copy of the map from him and examined it closely.
"You didn’t just make this up, did you?" Earthquake asked, raising an eyebrow. "Or is today some kind of joke day?"
Thunder shook his head earnestly. "No way! I found it in my mom’s drawer, and even she didn’t know exactly what it was. She just said it was important."
Earthquake’s face grew serious as she studied the map. "If it’s real, then you probably shouldn’t have copied it. You could be in huge trouble if someone finds out," she warned.
"Look, just read it," Thunder said, his voice trembling with a mix of excitement and worry.
Earthquake’s eyes scanned the bottom corner of the map, where small, cryptic text was scribbled. She read aloud, "‘This map is top secret. If it falls into the wrong hands, it might lead to the total destruction of the continent, Elementa.’"
Both of them fell silent, the weight of the words sinking in.
"Wow... this seems like a serious problem," Earthquake whispered, handing the map back to Thunder. "I can see why it was hidden away in your mom’s drawer."
Thunder gulped, the reality of the situation hitting him. "What have I gotten myself into?"
== Chapter 8 ==
“Map of Pyrrhia? What kind of place is that, and who’s Storm?” Earthquake asked, her voice full of curiosity.
Thunder paused for a moment, lost in thought. "Storm... wait, Storm?" he repeated. Then it clicked—Storm was his legendary ancestor. "He was my ancestor! The greatest weather commander in history," Thunder added, his voice growing excited. “He was not just powerful—he was the smartest dragon too.”
Earthquake raised her eyebrows, teasing, "Oh great, another you!"
But Thunder could barely contain his excitement. "Do you know what this means?" he asked, practically bouncing.
Earthquake, still grinning, shrugged, “Not really?”
Thunder’s eyes sparkled. “It means... this is a map of the old continent!” His excitement erupted like a bolt of lightning.
Her eyes widened. “So the old continent is real?” she cried, leaning closer.
"Of course it’s real!" Thunder shouted, but his excitement was quickly interrupted by a passing dragon who shot them both an annoyed look.
"Sorry!" they both muttered before quickly flying off into the nearby forests for some privacy.
After a few hours of poring over the map, Earthquake looked up, intrigued. "There are so many notes about the weather," she remarked. She pointed to a specific spot. “Look! It says that during the rainy season, this part of the village floods. And here it says, ‘Note for Salt, the guardian of water.’”
Thunder stared at the map as the sun began to dip below the horizon. “They had such cool names back then,” he mused. “I want a name like that.”
Earthquake smirked. “I don’t think ‘Thunder, the Guardian of Rampaging Through His Mom’s Drawer’ has quite the same ring to it,” she teased, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Thunder burst out laughing. “And I don’t think ‘Earthquake, the Guardian of Terrible Jokes’ would suit you either!” But as they both laughed, something suddenly clicked in Thunder’s mind. Guardian! That word seemed familiar. Then he remembered. “Wait! Guardian... that’s it! Lobster mentioned something about a guardian in his prophecy!”
Thunder jumped to his feet, his eyes blazing with determination. “I need to bring this map to Lobster. He might know what it means!” He stuffed the map into his bag, “I’ll be back as soon as possible!” he promised.
Remembering Lobster’s strange instructions, Thunder flew towards the ocean at the north beach. He hovered over the waves, focusing. “Lightning, strike the water!” he commanded.
But nothing happened.
Then, without warning, a cloud formed directly above him, and lightning struck Thunder instead of the water. His scales sizzled, and smoke rose from his singed wings. “What are you doing?!” he grumbled. “Strike the water, not me!”
Thunder tried again, pushing all his frustration into the sky. “I command the clouds to strike lightning the water!” But again, the sky refused to listen.
Just as he was about to give up, the ocean began to rise. Lobster emerged, his scales glistening, a smirk on his face."Having trouble with commanding the lightning, Thunder?"
"Next time, try making big waves with wind," Lobster suggested with a chuckle.
Ignoring his embarrassment, Thunder eagerly handed the map to Lobster. "Look what I found!"
Lobster’s face grew serious as he unfolded the map. His eyes darted over the ancient markings. "Where did you find this?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.
Thunder shrugged, “In my mom’s drawer. She said it was important but didn’t know much else.”
Lobster’s eyes narrowed, his usual playful demeanor replaced with solemnity. "This map... it might hold the answers we’ve been searching for."
== Chapter 9 ==
A few days had passed since Lobster took the mysterious map, promising to study it but never giving a clear answer about when he’d return it. Thunder had grown increasingly curious, and after some thinking, he finally realized something important: Pyrrhia wasn’t just a random name. It was where Lobster came from, a distant land where seven dragon tribes coexisted in peace.
“If we don’t stop the Guardian,” Lobster had warned him, “there’s going to be no peace for all three continents. If the Guardian escapes this continent unharmed, it might find its way to the other two and destroy them. I wish I had brought a seer here.” Lobster’s tone was heavy with regret.
Thunder, puzzled, asked, “I thought prophecies were like seers but in words?”
“No,” Lobster corrected him, “Prophecies are just a guide to major events, not specific like seers who can tell what’s going to happen next. If we had Prophetmaker here, it would be much easier.”
“Who’s Prophetmaker?” Thunder asked, more intrigued than ever.
“She’s the one who made the prophecy we’re following,” Lobster explained. “She keeps fainting because of all the visions, which is why we don’t take her on long flights. I’m worried it’s getting worse because of the increasing visions.”
Lobster’s gaze kept flickering back to the map as he spoke, his talons tracing the ancient lines. “How do you know she’s getting worse?” Thunder asked, unable to hold back the flood of questions swirling in his head.
“Oh, did I ever tell you about the obsidian mirror?” Lobster suddenly realized, smacking his forehead. “How could I forget?”
“You never told me anything about any obsidian mirror,” Thunder grumbled, getting slightly annoyed with himself for asking so many questions.
Lobster smiled at Thunder’s impatience. “It’s an animus-touched rock that lets you listen in on conversations from far away. I use it every day to check on things happening back in Pyrrhia.”
Thunder grinned, shaking his head. “I’m not even surprised anymore.”
For a moment, Thunder’s thoughts drifted back to the prophecy, wondering just how connected everything really was. The Guardian, the prophecy, and now this mysterious map—it felt like everything was starting to come together, but it also left him with more questions than answers.
== Chapter 10 ==
"You told me you're an animus, and there are others like you who made this?" Thunder asked, still grappling with the reality of everything around him.
"Yes," Lobster replied patiently. "I don't know who enchanted the obsidian mirror, but I can tell you for sure that I didn’t do it."
Lobster handed Thunder the obsidian mirror. "Just say someone’s name, blow on it, and you’ll see and hear their conversation,” he instructed.
Curious, Thunder whispered, "Earthquake," and blew on the mirror. A puff of yellow-green smoke appeared, swirling before turning into a scene of Earthquake and her little brother, Forestfire.
"But I didn’t do it!" Earthquake’s voice came through the smoke, clear and unmistakable.
"Then who did?" came a lower voice, which Thunder recognized as her father’s.
Then a bright red puff appeared as Forestfire’s unmistakable high-pitched voice chimed in: "Are YOU talking about ME?!"
Thunder couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched Forestfire accidentally give himself away. "I tried to set the pineapples on fire, but I accidentally ate them!" Forestfire confessed.
Blowing the smoke away, Thunder turned to Lobster. “This might be very useful. We can spy on anyone!”
Lobster grinned but quickly tempered Thunder’s enthusiasm. “Well, not just anyone. You can only use it if you know their name and have seen the dragon before.”
Thunder's excitement dimmed slightly. “So it’s not that useful now, because we still don’t know who the Guardians are.”
Lobster shook his head. “Not yet. But when we do meet them, this will be useful. Also, if you ever feel uncomfortable while using it, don’t worry—that’s part of the enchantment. It’s designed to stop you from overusing it. Animus magic is powerful, but it comes with safeguards.”
Thunder was deep in thought, realizing just how carefully animus magic was designed. These animus dragons are quite smart, he thought. “ Does it happen every time you use it?”
“ of course it does" Lobster said, now alert, watching Thunder closely.
“ interesting, I didn’t feel anything?” Thunder said
Lobster suddenly picked up a rock and whispered something to it, then quickly explained, “This rock is enchanted to transfer your feelings to me when you use the mirror, so I can understand what you're experiencing.”
Thunder, though intrigued, was growing uneasy. He whispered "Treetop" into the mirror, but nothing happened as expected. Instead, Lobster suddenly looked at him, his eyes wide with surprise.
“Are you immune to animus magic?” Lobster asked, his voice filled with astonishment.
Thunder blinked, taken aback. “What? Immune? Is that even possible?”
“Animus magic is supposed to work on everyone,” Lobster muttered, more to himself than to Thunder. "But something's different with you." He looked at Thunder closely, as if trying to see something hidden within him. "We need to investigate this more."
== Gallery ==
File:The lost tribe book 16 cover.webp|Art by SkyDragonAriel
File:Thunder gaining his powers.webp|Thunder gaining his powers (Art by Leona Xadia)
File:The elements.png|The elements (art by me)
File:Thunder gathering clouds.jpg|Lightning that doesn’t listen to thunder (Art By Me)
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