A random fanfic

GIANT WIP
(Plez tell me how to make a table of contents i new =D)
Chapter 1
Storm
           From the moment she was hatched, Storm was told she was weird. Weren’t all hybrids, she wanted to ask. She was hatched and raised in Sanctuary, where hybrids abounded. But she was a multi-tribe hybrid. She was a quarter SandWing, quarter SeaWing, quarter IceWing, and a quarter SkyWing. Which led, consequently, to her rather bizarre appearance. Her scales were grayish-purplish-bluish, spotted with sandy yellow. She did have a tail barb, but the venom was only tranquilizing. She could breathe frostbreath, although she felt warm to the touch. She loved swimming and could hold her breath a little longer than the average dragon, but not by much. She enjoyed snow and the sun, and she loved to fly and could do so speedily and lengthily, but hr parents appreciated none of it. And here, in her talons, lie an invitation to go to Jade Mountain Academy. Every year since she was two, her parents would send her off, or they themselves would leave. Anything to get away from her. Well, truthfully, her father, Frostfire, who was a SkyWing-IceWing, seemed slightly more reluctant, but her mother, uninventively named Beach, was quite determined. So the invitation was not a privilege or honor at all. It was just another sign that her parents wanted her gone. The invitation stated she was to be the SeaWing for a new winglet, the Topaz winglet. Did they know? Maybe not. She sighed and began flying back to her home.
           “Storm!” her father wrapped his wings around his daughter in a hug, a rare gesture. He looked at her fondly, but with considerable worry in his eyes.
           She pushed him away. “What’s wrong, Dad?”
           Frostfire sighed. “Your mother. She... she’s mad at you.”
           “oh boy. What now?”
           “No... this is different.” Frostfire told her. “You know those strawberries you gathered yesterday? Well, she says they’re poisoned. She got horribly sick after she ate them, and she almost... but she was bound to be sick for a while now. Just don't go in normally. Fly around the back and straight into your room. Here’s some dinner. You leave for the academy tomorrow. You’ll be alright.”
           “Ok. Sure. Whatever,” Storm turned to go.
           “I love you, little bean, don’t forget.” Her father said as he gave her one last hug.
           One of Storms earliest memories: pouring beans into a big pot, large enough for her to fit inside, curling up in it, and eating beans galore. Her father eventually found her, earning her the nickname “bean” or “little bean”. 
She flew around to the back into her room. Unfortunately, her mother was waiting for her.
           “Try to kill me, eh? Well, it failed.” Beach said gruffly.
           “No, I didn’t,” Storm yawned.
           “Don’t try and deny it. Do you know why I sent you to that school?”
           “Honestly, I don’t care. Just let me sleep so I can leave tomorrow.”
           “Fine. Why I had a dragonet, I don’t know. But I’ll tell you, just so you know just what my motive was.” Beach said to her daughter.
 She whispered it in the 5-year-old dragonet’s ear. Storm began to feel sick. Why, why would her mother do this? And Storm was powerless to stop her.
Chapter 2
The next morning...
Sahara
Sahara was your average Outclaw. Loyal to Caracal (the Outclaws’ leader, this is 50 years after book 14, Pantalan and Phyrrian tribes all go to JMA now), smart, a former thief, lived compactly, and protected the younger dragonets. She was an average SandWing, except for her eyes, which were green-brown-gray-gold, but that didn’t change anything. Her scales were the color of sand underneath the rays of a sunset, her frill was a sort of dark tan color, she had black freckles everywhere, she had a small scar on her snout (like Qibli!) her horns were white and her tail barb black, she had huge wings that cut through the wind almost as fast as a SkyWing’s, the rest of her body was small and slim, and she was generally normal. Except for the fact that her sister was a super murdery assassin who was also a great cook, and both her parents were dead, she was an expert thief who had slipped out of potentially dangerous situations hundreds of times, she was friends with a LeafWing even though the tribes had just come out of another war, and she had just received an invitation to Jade Mountain Academy sent to her STRAIGHT FROM THE QUEEN. QUEEN ATACAMA. WHAT. All the way to the Scorpion Den! To her! And not only her, but her sister too (Personally, Sahara thought Saguaro was not the best choice for a school of peacemaking, but that wasn’t her choice)! Caracal stepped into the tent where Sahara and Saguaro’s quarters were, and smiled at them. Really, Caracal was quite terrifying if you didn’t know her well. First, there was just her size. She was huge. She looked like a normal SandWing other than that, with pale yellow scales with brown patches and a brown frill. Her horns were brown fading to black tips and the same for her barb. Then, her voice was usually rough and commanding, unless speaking to her Outclaws casually, when her voice softened and seemed light and laughing. She used this voice now as she said to the sisters, one 4 (11 in HY) and small with only one scar, the other scratched and torn in many places and of 6 years (17 in HY). “Excited about school?” Caracal asked.
           “YES!” Sahara shouted with glee, at the same moment Saguaro muttered, “No.”
           “Either way, it’s time to leave!” Caracal announced. “Horus will take you there, but that's it, no calls for home, no nothing. You need to learn about the other tribes.”
            Horus was Caracal’s best friend and was quite nice. He had dark tan scales with a metallic sheen to them, and one of his eyes was gold-tinted while the other had a hint of silver. He had a scar on his cheek, and he had just a kind of extra tip on his tail, but it had no barb on that extra one. Sahara smiled wickedly at Caracal, with her “I’m going to make all sorts of trouble” face on. “Don’t even think about it, miss.” Caracal said, seeing Sahara’s look.           
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