Mirrors of them

==The Mirrors of Them AU==
Written and brought to you by;
isaac - founder and creator. (inactive on this wiki)
spirit - cover artist and writing contributor. contact for questions please! 
holly - writing contributor! :3 
thecooh - writing contributor. (semi inactive)
nyferine - writing contributor, ideas. (inactive)
Feel free to correct any grammatical issues (especially spi's capitalization problems, ) but other than that, please do not steal, claim or edit WITHOUT our written permission. Thank you!
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|-|(Joy wants to be fierce!)=
Joy: If you do, however, ignore the amazing fact you are not to steal, I WILL PERSONALLY RIP YOU TO SHREDS. I WILL-
Void: Calm do- 
Joy: Shut up. Where was I? Oh, right. I will rip your HEAD and STUFF YOUR EYEBALLS in YOUR STOMACH SO you CAN WATCH AS I PULL YOUR- 
Oak: I like this dragon!
Void: Joy! I'm very proud of myself for adding the content warning...
Joy:
Joy:*sticks out tounge*
|-| (Character credits) =
 character credits for all the current confirmed characters.
Frost // Isaac
Void // Isaac
Sundew // Thecooh
Oak // Thecooh
Aluminum // Nyferine
Joy // Spi
Tigris // Dotholly
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==Pre-Prologue==
Gale
To understand the story better, it is recommended to read the pre-prologue in the link above!
==Prologue==
Frost - seven years ago...
chapter written by Isaac and Spi
Frost knew her egg was perfect. She just knew. It didn't have to be spoken on a whisper of a breath, or murmured throughout villages of dragons.
She knew.
Frost draped her silver blue tail around it, whispering secrets and hopeful words to her unhatched child. The egg was ebony black dipped in beautiful silver- it was a beautiful sight, here in the leafy atmosphere of the rainforest.
Frost felt chilled over the fact it looked just like a NightWing and an IceWing's egg. 
Which was exactly what it was, of course. A shiver of excitement went down her spine. 
Am I doing the right thing, hiding a IceWing hybrid in the rainforest? she thought worriedly, her claws unconsciously rubbing against bark.
Frost had recently decided that her egg was too important, and chose to hide it from the NightWings. 
But then again, a part of Frost didn’t want her dragonet being involved in the hybrid war. She had already lost her husband to that war three years ago- she wasn't willing to lose another family member.
Frost sat like that for another minute, worried, giddy, and nervous, wondering if she should head back to the NightWing village and ask the NightWings mothers about hatching.
No, Frost sternly ordered herself. This is your dragonet's life. Don't abandon it yet.
Sighing, Frost glanced up at the moons. It was supposedly a night with bright moons, but they were hidden behind a sinister-looking cloud. 
A part of Frost was screaming, 'It's an omen!' but the other side was mellow and calm. Unable to keep her emotions controlled, Frost laid her head down on her talons and screwed her eyes shut for a moment, greeted with warm, fuzzy silence.
But silence didn't last long.
“Frost!” A voice suddenly bellowed from far away, causing birds to go catapulting upwards, revealing this dragon's location.
Deathbringer.
Frost, unconditionally annoyed, rolled her eyes in exasperation. She would have to find a new spot. Again. 
Frost honestly found it rather funny why the expert assassin, Deathbringer, was so loud when he thought nobody was there. Annoyed, she carefully lifted the egg from its makeshift nest and tried to think.
The egg wriggled.
Frost gasped, nearly dropping the egg. What the-
Tap. Tap. Tap.
No. The egg couldn't be hatching! Panicked, Frost grabbed the egg gingerly.
It didn’t matter, she had to hide this dragonet, preferably now.
“FROST!” Deathbringer hollered again, destroying the entire rainforest with his loudness. He seemed to be coming closer.
Frost darted from here to there, her heart pounding like an avalanche in her ears.
There! 
Hidden behind a tangle of vines and thickets, was a cave entrance.
With her wings pumping fast, low on the ground, she reached the cave mouth in a matter of moments. 
The clouds, during Frost's speedy locaton change, had shifted away from the moons, spilling bright moonlight on top of the forest. 
When Frost glanced at the egg as she carefully placed it onto the ground, holding her breath. It was slightly silver.
Panic overcame her. Was it sick? Frost had no way of knowing. Did hybrids need a special treatment to hatch? 
Frost felt like a failure.
Tap.
Frost’s heart was hammering in her chest, and she felt faint.
The egg rocked a bit, and then exploded open. A upside down body was revealed. He fell on the ground, his tail slamming onto the ground, a tiny oof. 
Frost gasped. 
His gray-black scales glimmered in the faint moonlight, and his white ivory horns gleamed. His scales were like a void. 
That was it.
“ Hello, son. I’m going to call you Voidwalker.”
==Chapter One (wip)==
Voidwalker - seven years later... 
chapter written by Isaac, Spi and Nyferine
Void paced the same boring, monotonous cave walls, passing the same stalagmites he saw every day. His bright cyan eyes darted towards the outside of the cave entrance, where he could partially see the crisp, blue sky. He strolled out, looking at the lush green trees, swaying lazily in the air.
"Voidwalker!" He turned to see a female dragonet flying towards him. Her scales were the color of blue ice, with a grey tint, and there were cloud-like patterns on her wings. 
His eyes brightened a bit at his friend: "Aluminum! It's you!"
“Who else would it be?” She asked with that calm voice, landing next to him.
“Uhhhh… I don’t know.” he admitted, shooting fire at the water. he watches as it clumped into tiny embers that floated on the crystal-clear surface.
The female Icewing came closer to Void and sat near her friend, her spiked tail swishing over the cave floor and making a swishing noise, like the sound of rattling sticks on ice, as she studied him with her sky-blue eyes. 
“I was about to go to town to get some food." Void traced one claw over the stone ground, Aluminum's eyes following his talons.
Aluminum looked up at him, her eyes glinting. “Can I come?” She asked.
“Why not?” He walked out of the cave, Aluminum following closely. 
The early-morning breeze revived him, and he looked energetic once again: "Man, it’s a beautiful day today.”
Void put on his horn caps. He would need these, so other dragons couldn’t see he was a hybrid. He glanced at the tiny dragonet in the cave: "Hey, Oak. I need to go get food.” 
Oak chirped happily; "Okay!" the little dragonet squeaked, rolling around on the cave ground. she smiled up at him. 
"And you stay safe." Aluminum patted Oak's head affectionately as the little tribrid cooed. "I will, I will!" she burst out, energetic and happy.
Void nodded, and the two dragons leapt off the floor of the cave. 
... 
Void glided down, Aluminum close behind as he gestured towards some berry bushes.
They were on the outskirts of the looming city now and had almost circled to the entrance.
Aluminum looked around at the surrounding meadow and the city as Void gathered the berries.
"Can we go in today?" she asked hopefully, her eyes literally shining. 
"Why not?" Void responded, leaping into the air. Aluminum followed him with a smile and they flew into the city.
Void and Aluminum landed in the city and just wandered. They went to a few stalls and bought some food. As they were walking back to the entrance, chatting amiably, someone bumped into them. 
Void apologized profusely, and then someone gasped.
He looked behind him to see his horn caps lying on the ground, the bleach white tips of his horns announcing his status as a hybrid to the hostile glares of the surrounding dragons.
==Chapter Two==
Joy / dynamic chapter???
chapter written by Spi.
Joy backed up into the spaces in between two market stalls, eyeing the expensive silks and goods carefully as crowds of dragons buzzed by, enjoying the colorful moon festival. 
Colorful lanterns bobbed up and down, and the whole town was filled with laughter and happiness. Joy hated it, hated every second of it. I can't wait to get this stupid mission done so i can get out of this place, Joy thought sourly. I hate it, I hate them, I hate this place.
The sky was dimming; purple now. She stood extremely still, skillfully staying in the shadows so she wouldn't be seen. Dragons bustled around, clueless of her presence as they stared, wide-eyed at the decorations and festivities.
Joy stood quietly, her back arched like a cat, almost as if she was poised and ready to attack.
Fancy, red-colored silk swirled all around Joy, keeping her concealed. A ghost of a smile crossed her snout. They always underestimate me. Joy reminded herself. She had to scoff quietly, as they did.
So, of course no one saw the small dragon as she slipped into the dusty streets casually, intermixed with the many dragons exploring the town and the festival. 
But she wasn’t casual.
She kept her head down, her but still observed everything around her. Her long cloak flapped gently in the breeze, and joy pulled the hood down further to conceal her eyes.
Her pale gray-blue talons rapped across the ground as she slowly stalked closer to the heart of this small town. She smiled innocently at the dragons she passed by, but a small ember of hate and envy burned in her pink eyes.
She glared up at the cheerful dragons hanging up firefly lanterns. They looked peaceful, in harmony.
Lucky them, Joy hissed angrily to herself, lashing her tail. 
She averted her gaze at the now purple sky. A hint of annoyance streaked across her face. She backed out and launched into the air, her slim and big wings catching the wind drafts easily. No one thought to look at her. 
Narrowing her eyes, Joy angled down like a bird, her talons outstretched. She had reached her termination. 
Her talons opened wide, and a smile crept onto her mouth. 
Time to go murder some dragons, she thought amusedly to herself.
Her talons closed in on sandy scales dotted with specks of black as she grinned widely. "I'll be the last thing you ever see." She whispered softly as she sliced the knife into the air, the blade thunking slightly as it met her victim, and blood splayed everywhere.
==Chapter Three==
Tigress
chapter written by Dotholly.
"Twenty-eight. Twenty-nine. Thirty. Thirty-one." Tigress counted the stitches as she sewed the soft velvet to the exterior of a floppy, decorative hat. She stuck the needle in. And out. And in again. Tigress set the hat down with a sigh and glanced at the sun, which was rapidly setting. Almost three hours behind. She thought, glancing at the fat stack of hats that still needed their linings replaced. Reptilian is such a hog. 
Reptilian was her boss. Winner of the Phyrrhian Fashion Cup for five years in a row, the SandWing IceWing hybrid made it a point to give Tigress, her best employee and only real competition- the most boring, easiest jobs. Her logic was to make Tigress do all the dirty work, never improving or experimenting with new designs. 
And as much as Tigress wanted to fight her, to rise up and demand better jobs and pay, she couldn't. Not when her mother had practically sold her into servitude to Reptilian. 
Well, before she had died, Mother had promised her daughter in service to Reptilian so long as she kept her safe. So she was stuck, trapped in a cage, a pacing tiger. 
How poetic of me, she thought sourly, continuing her stitches. 
She finished the hat in record time, haphazardly chucking it into a pile with the rest of the finished hats. The door slammed open behind her.
"Tigress!" Reptilian roared, storming in. "Where are those hats?" Tigress rolled her eyes, gathered her courage, and whirled around. 
Reptilian was a large dragon, her angular, sharp scales the dusty color of a desert dune. Long, thin spikes gathered around her jawbones, and her sail fell over one side of her face. She was gorgeous as anything, adorned with a collection of cactus-green swathes of expensive fabric hung from her wings, horns, and face. Tiny green gems were studded through her scales, staring small under her eyes and gradually getting bigger as they trailed down her sides and up her wings. Her eyes shined like rubies, the vibrant red glittering with accusation.
"I've finished fifteen of the nineteen hats you gave me this morning. That's better than most dragons could do," she protested, her face hot and flushed like it always did when she got nervous, "and maybe, if you gave me something interesting to do, I might be able to finish quickly!" She finished with a tiny snarl, the most she could muster against her horrible boss. Reptilian's nostrils flared and Tigris knew she was about to hear about it. For a long time. 
Remarkably, she seemed to calm herself. "Finish these hats or I'm docking your pay. For a week." She growled, venom dripping from her voice. She turned around, the green fabric hung on her wings flapping. She shot Tigris one last furious look, gathered herself, and strutted out. 
"Self-centered warthog!" She called out after her, when she was well out of earshot. Growling softly, she picked up another hat. She knew her cowardice was pathetic, but she couldn't help it. Being, well, her, she didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings, even mean old bats like Reptilian. It was almost obsessive how much she, uh, well, obsessed over making sure other dragons liked her. 
She ripped out the dirty lining on the inside of the hat and swore that one day she would be free. 
Four very long hats later, Tigress began packing each hat into a small hatbox, with Reptilian's hideous face logo smiling snootily up at her from the top of the box. She neatly stacked each box in the wall of little cubbies they used for pickups and grabbed her deep red cloak and fedora, swinging the cape around her shoulders and placing the hat upon her head. She grabbed her soft wicker satchel, slinging it across her shoulder, and quietly snuck past the beaded passageway where she knew undoubtedly that Reptilian was, most likely snoring away. 
After passing Reptilian's passageway, she did a little hop-jump thing and quickly padded towards the exit of her horrible den of fashion. She pushed through the red drapes that hung over the entrance to Reptilian's building and stepped into the sunlight, breathing a sigh of relief. 
Colorful lanterns and strings of brightly died fabrics and papers adorned every street, with the sound of laughter and music ringing off every street. She took a deep breath through her nose, taking in the scents of freshly grilled foods and baked goods. Silhouettes of dragons streaked through the sky, purple and red and orange streaks painting the sky like a dragonet's canvas. 
She trotted through the market, thoroughly enjoying her freedom. The moon festival was her favorite time of year, when everyone threw work to the wind and celebrated like they didn't have care in the world. Granted, it wasn't quite like for Tigris, sewing up hats and scarves and other costume pieces for the masquerade, but she still loved the festivities nonetheless. 
Empty-headed and full-hearted, she picked up a kebab on several varieties of roasted fruits and meats for a few coins. She polished it off quickly and continued wandering, hopping into a dance here and enjoying lighthearted banter with a new friend there. This went on until dusk- the festivities began to die down as parents took their youngsters home for bedtimes and older dragons retired to the many bars scattered through the town for the traditional bar songs and drinking games to celebrate the moon goddess's gift of a fruitful year. 
Tigris didn't join them in their drinking, however, continuing to stroll through the dimly lit alleys and colorfully decorated streets, savoring the decorations which would be removed and packed away soon until the next celebration. 
== Chapter Four (wip) ==
Joy??
chapter written by spi 
Joy sighed softly as she trudged down the cobblestone pathway, a little less dragons than a couple hours ago. The sky was almost completely dark, but not all the way dark yet. The decorations still bobbed colorfully- cheerfully, almost. Joy scowled up at it, then lowered her head. 
At this time, the market stalls for the festival were slowly closing, one-by-one.
She kept her head down, walking on. She quickly regretted that choice as she turned a corner and nearly crashed into a SandWing, pulling back the last second. 
Joy's wings flapped out for balance, her bright pink eyes widening as she stepped back and swore under her breath, her long ears falling out of the silk hood connected to her cloak. 
The SandWing and Joy stood apart from each other, both eyeing the other wearily. The SandWing's green eyes looked at Joy curiously as she saw Joy's wings twitch nervously underneath the thin, black, fabric.
"Sorry." Joy murmured, pulling her hood down further and pushing herself past the SandWing, her claws gently clicking against the stone, small drops of blood trailing behind her. Joy could feel the SandWing's gaze upon her as she continued walking. 
Checking around, making sure nobody was looking, Joy flapped open her wings and jumped onto the roof. She balanced herself out by flapping her wings, one, two times. She glanced down at the ground again, watching villagers roam about, exploring the festival. 
More info flying in...
==Chapter Five==
Tigress
chapter written by Dotholly.
Tigris had her nose in the air as she walked, smelling the fragrances of the market. A poor decision, as she almost walked right into into a smaller dragon. She blinked and looked down at her. She could hear the other dragon hissing in suprise. She was smaller than Tigris and very lithe. 
She was wearing a black cloak that covered most of her features including a silk hood which fluttered about as she flapped her wings to steady herself. Her long ears which were tucked into her hood dropped out and shifted the hood a little, revealing her slate grey scales and unusually bright pink eyes. The other dragon's wings twitched nervously under the thin black fabric of the orther dragon's cloak. Tigris' eyes drifted down to the dragon's claws, which seemed to be covered in... blood? Or maybe it was just juice, from a fruit from the market or something. 
Nevertheless, Tigris held her gaze both curiously and warily until the other dragon pulled her hood further down, concealing her eyes once again. She muttered quiet apologies and hurried away, claws clicking softly on the cobblestone road.
More info flying in soon...
==Chapter ??? (wip)==
Oak 
chapter written by thecooh 
Oak smiled as she watched her father fly off with Aunt Aluminum. Now it's time to put my plan into action, she thought, her tail spikes brushing against the floor. She spread her wings and took off into the sky. She flew out of the cave and met her friends in their designated spot 
“I’m here now!” She says, stumbling into Atlantic and Mudskipper (her cousin -thecooh) 
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