Requiem for the Sun

== Prologue ==
Some dragons believe in the concept of a completely warless, perfect world, and the very thought of it is enough to make even the skeptics think what their entire world would be like if it was devoid of wrongdoing. 
Hundreds of years ago, a young animus dragon stumbled across an ancient library containing seemingly endless amounts of scrolls, almost all containing the history of the dragon world up until then. They spent days on end in that library, reading and soaking up every last drop of information the scrolls contained. Slowly, they began to learn of the endless bloodshed that had been wrought across both continents, false queens, and what dragons were truly capable of doing to get what they wanted. They became disgusted with what knowledge they gained. Not even the things that had become of the tragedies and ultimately benefited the dragons as a whole were enough to offset the pure hatred for their own kind that began to slowly coil itself around their heart.
"How is anyone capable of imprisoning their own kind and creating such discord..? The cities that were burned to the ground, the ones who backstabbed everyone and did whatever they could to be the one who wins.. It sickens me."
And thus, over the years, the animus thought of ways to prevent war and wrongdoing, but eventually began to seek something more, brainstorming anything they could come across. Eventually, they settled on one goal: cleanse the entire world of impurity, and they already had the perfect way of doing so.
Fire. Fire had no desires of its own, no pain to bear, neither did it have morals or questions about whether if what it twas doing was right or wrong. Given enough power, it simply engulfed everything it came across until it was purified and reduced to nothing but ash. 
That is the world they sought to create: A world purged of passion, desire, the very will to create and destroy. They acknowledged their own flaws in the creation of this plan. After all, they were a dragon just like everyone else, having their own virtue and will that conflicted with most others'. However, this didn't stop them from going any further with the plan they had in mind.
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It was stopped dead in its tracks by a fate-telling Nightwing and another animus dragon, a fierce battle ensuing that held the entire continent of Pyrrhia in awe. Sensing that this was a losing battle they would be killed in, our protagonist retreated. They enchanted the necklace they wore to teleport them away to safety, and another to mask the aura of the magic being cast so they could tend to their wounds in peace and silence. This cave far within the earth was their only safe space for the time being, now that the entire continent knew what they wanted to achieve.
It was in these moments that the thoughts came to them:
"Animus power simply is not enough. I need something more."
And thus, a new plan emerged. Using their magic, they began to fashion a shell of volcanic stone from their own likeness, and soon used magic to transfer their very being into the shell, creating wings of fire that seared anything around them. They created a small rune made of twisted, unnatural rock formations containing a gem inside and left it on the ground within the cave. And then, with one last enchantment, they disappeared.
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Unbeknownst to the rest of the world who now knows them as the Flamekeeper, they have given up their animus powers in exchange for the body they need to complete their goal. Nowadays, they have left themselves to do nothing sit still and absorb power from within the sun itself, looking back upon everything that had led to that moment with contentment and disgust. One day, they plan to descend back onto the earth and swallow it in flame; nothing would be able to withstand the heat and destruction of them, fueled by a singular purpose that must be completed no matter the cost.
If someone were to take the rune they left behind and expose it to the light, they would come down prematurely, not having gained enough power yet. Their singular aim then would be to destroy anyone foolish enough to have used the ancient artifact, and keep it protected until the day of judgement came. If someone were to properly exploit this, surely they would be able to defeat them, and avert the ultimate fate of the world..
==Chapter 1: Sundreamer==
"What a convenient and unique name for a Nightwing, am I right?"
The thoughts of infinitely many other dragons in the square below Sundreamer seeped into her own head, adding onto the already small but already noticeable headache that continued to annoy her as the day went on. This would be her third time in this week alone that she would have to go to the healers' if it worsened at the rate that it usually did..
It just felt like there was no time to rest and breathe while being Queen Stargaze's personal assistant at times, even when she was resting.
To be completely fair, she had been the one to grossly overperform to the point of it not even being a competition on who would've been chosen. Now, her current request from Her Majesty was to report back to her on what the current state of talks on making defined borders between the newly expanded Kingdom of the Sea and their how-many-years-ago recreated Night Kingdom.
This had been going on for months at this point, and now there were talks of a Seawing that nobody's seen before appearing on the South Beach today. She could only assume it was a new ambassador that Queen Aruana had sent, but couldn't hope to confirm for herself at the moment.
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The Nightwing stood at the outcropping overlooking the square, fidgeting with the small chain necklace that she had had for a little while since becoming the Queen's assistant. She'd been waiting for what felt like moons upon moons, when suddenly-
A horrifyingly close "Sundreamer? Anything new yet?" from Stargaze snapped her out of the distraction and nearly sent her straight into the ceiling.
After a few moments of silence, Sundreamer spoke up, "A quick moment with you in another room. It's concerning the talks between the Sea Kingdom and ours." Stargaze stared around the room with an almost blank expression for a few moments, then motioned for her to follow closely behind, with Sundreamer skittering across the stone floor to catch up.
Once both were barely inside of an empty side-room, Sundreamer started spilling out what new advancements had just occurred, ending it with this: "There's apparently a Sea Kingdom ambassador here now with.. no beforehand notice or warning."
A short moment, then Stargaze asked "Where did they come from?"
"The same place most other dragons access this kingdom by sea, the South Beach."
Silence. Sundreamer glanced nervously at Stargaze as she replied, "So you haven't thought to bring them here?"
Stargaze's question made her wince. "With all due respect, a headache drove my thread of thought off-track. I can attempt to bring them back if you could send out a few guards to help search."
".. That won't need your help."
The queen didn't need to finish that sentence for Sundreamer to know where that was going, which she replied to with a long, defeated sigh. Stargaze also really didn't need to repeat that she was going to the healers' bay again, and now more than ever, she needed to learn how to control her mind-reading powers. As much as she was the assistant to the Queen, in times like this, she just felt like a dragonet who couldn't get her way with Stargaze, her slightly overprotective mother.
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Sundreamer was already on her way out of the throne room, more or less sulking about the direction the conversation took. It had simply become another "keep Sundreamer out of the fun" situation, and now the rest of her day was about to be spent wearing a skyfire pendant while laying around with a thick pack of ice wrapped around her head. "Queen's orders, Sunny.. queen's orders," she whispered to herself, which was quickly interrupted by something roughly bumping into her.
She looked up to stare at whoever it was that she just ran into with half a mind to say something snarky, instead coming face to face with a pale, almost white Seawing with unnervingly deep blue eyes, muttering genuine-sounding apologies at her. "You are really, really not supposed to be in here alone," she told him, deciding to just drop it altogether in the moment, "Are you the ambassador that we've heard of?"
"Yes," he replied, "my name is Char, by the way."
".. And you found the palace by yourself?"
"I've been here a few times before, so I remember the general layout of the kingdom."
"Let's just hope the Queen doesn't become annoyed when she learns that the brightest-colored Seawing on Pyrrhia managed to evade her guards."
Both of them began laughing lightly before Sundreamer winced in pain, remembering that her headache was still a thing. "On second thought, I'll just continue on to wherever I was going," she told the Seawing in a quieter voice, starting away from him.
Char nodded, and continued on his own direction towards the throne. And now, it was simply back to the healers', as per her now-modified schedule. The headache was becoming more intense as time passed, even with most of the constant chattering of others' minds gone. Maybe she'd actually need this day off more than the others after all...
==Chapter 2: Kindle==
"I have to finish this before any more time is lost here.."
Kindle stared at the ball of light behind the board, willing it with all the power he had to go down slower. The sun responded by simply by leaving a burning feeling and a floating outline in his vision. He sighed, picked up his palette and went back to focusing on what was in front of him. Fervent strokes were slashed, pools of various colors splattering on the rocky terrain around him and mingling together in the dusty ground. Kindle was determined to finish this today. He had one goal today, and one goal only.
Painting was his passion, the replacement for his fire where he didn't have any.
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The painting of the sun setting over the coast and the sea ended up needing much more dedication and time to finish creating than intended, but it eventually started to work itself out as he continued on and eventually finished yet another piece well into the nighttime.
"I really pushed myself to finish working on this one, haven't I?" the fireless Skywing said to himself rather proudly, picking up the painting with one talon and slowly hovering down to the place he called home.
A cave with nothing more than a lit torch, a few bushes and long palm branches that comprised his resting place next to a table, and a small branching tunnel that contained most of his paintings that took up most of the room's space made up his entire living space. Unfortunately for him, an unpleasantly warm air had taken residence in his home, taking up residence in every room and wrapping its wispy tendrils around his neck. ".. Hopefully, it's just something with the change of seasons," Kindle said to himself uneasily. Summer and the warmer days were coming soon, if he had memorized the seasons correctly. He shivered for a moment as if the uncomfortably warm atmosphere had never reached him, setting down his newest painting on an empty stand.
He already had felt uneasy before, but now another thing he neglected to notice earlier began to hit him. Black, scorched, talon-like prints. Kindle's eyes widened as he began to realize that the marks were everywhere. All over the floor, some on the bases of the wooden easels and on the sides of one of his paintings, and right in the middle of his resting spot. The last few he came across led right into the room where he kept most of his older paintings.
His entire body shivered as he whispered to himself:
"Someone is here. Someone's found me."
For the first time in what felt like years, he felt fear and panic seep into his scales. Mustering most of whatever little courage he had, Kindle began to walk into the 'storage' room, feeling for and taking the sharp right turn that almost always caught him off-guard through the otherwise dark tunnel. The air began to become somewhat hard to breathe, making his throat scratchy and somewhat irritated, but he shook it out still, pushing forward regardless into the heat.
A deep orange, almost red, glowing bundle of scales that Kindle could only assume was the source of all this, laid there in the center of the room, giving an equally dim lighting to the paintings surrounding them. They were staring right at Kindle. His eyes widened as he forced himself to hold back a scream, skittering back into the darkness of the tunnel.
What?! What is a firescales doing here?! he thought to himself. Whoever they were, they knew he was here, and that was already bad. He couldn't think of anything to do to get them out without hurting himself or them in the process, and-
"Hello..? Are you the dragon that lives here?" the firescales called out to Kindle, making him yelp before giving his best response: "Yes, that would be me.."
"Sorry for startling you, I'm just tired," she responded, "Uh, as long as I don't burn anything, could I stay here for a day or two?"
That was beginning to make him think, starting to take his mind off of the initial panic and trying his hardest to focus on the fact they weren't here to hurt him. As long as the paintings don't burn, I guess she could stay.. was the deciding thought. After a few more minutes, he turned the corner, still standing a good ways away from the firescales and quietly said, "I just need to move the paintings out so they don't catch fire.. yeah." She smiled slightly as he cautiously slid by to start moving the paintings out of the room and into somewhere else, but where they would go was a problem in itself, and he'd have to worry about it later.
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"Deep breaths, Kindle. This'll only be a few days."
The sun had set now, and now Kindle was looking for something else to do. Now that the firescales had settled in without anything flammable in the way, he was free to get something to eat for him and his.. guest. He was still unsure, and the way he handled the situation was completely unlike him, but.. he could do it. Maybe. A fireless Skywing and a firescales, what could go wrong?
He was curious about who she was, though.. He'd wondered who his twin was for what seemed like forever, and maybe he could finally find out.. That would have to wait for another day. Just.. not today.
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More chapters releasing soon, it comes out when it's ready.~
*Contains credits for respective characters here. Smells like lemons.
*MekaGhidorah for Horus
*WoF.2022 for Acropra
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