Dragonets of the Blood Moon

This is kinda a horror version of the second arc but different 
== Prologue ==
Spiritwatcher curled her tail around her egg. 
She was worried.
Very worried.
The egg was to hatch tonight.
The night of the blood moon.
The egg had turned blood-red.
What was to happen to the dragonet inside?
It had been a few years since the NightWings moved to the rain forest.
So Spiritwatcher knew that since the blood moon shone full, her dragonet May have powers…
What those powers were is what she was concerned about.
After a seemingly long time, a small crack formed on the blood-red egg.
If it were a MudWing, it would be fire proof.
But it was a NightWing.
Spiritwatcher held her breath, terrified of what monster was to appear from the egg.
Why did it have to hatch on the blood moon night?
The crack slowly grew.
And grew.
And grew.
Finally, a piece of it snapped off.
A tiny, dark red head poked out.
It had the tear drops of a mind-reader.
But they were red.
The dragonet crawled out and starred at its mother.
Its wings were speckled red instead of white, it’s scales a dark red color, too.
”You are cursed. You will see blood. Your name shall be Bloodsight.” 
== Chapter One ==
I don’t like my name.
Bloodsight thought.
He curled his tail around his talons. 
His red eyes switched from object to object in his new room.
His mother had shipped him off to a new school.
I just had to be born on the night of a blood moon. I just had to have blood-red scales.
Bloodsight. I sound like the villain from a nursery tale.
I hate this school.
Copper Academy was founded to celebrate the end of a major war between all the tribes.
He was pretty sure that it was started after the NightWings tried to invade the rainforest, but Bloodsight was born after the NightWings got new territory, so he couldn’t be positive.
Now they lived along the previously disputed territory along the sand-sky border.
The war finally ended after that compromise was made.
And that let to this horrid school.
Tribes weren’t meant to intermingle like this.
“Maybe I should just lie about my name.” He muttered under his breath.
Maybe Starchaser or Seceretholder. Something normal. 
He had six claw-mates.
The Talons were chosen by compatibility, but had to have one dragon from each tribe in it.
The SkyWing, Striker, looked odd.
Like me. Maybe he could be my friend. But at least Striker is a normal name.
The SeaWing, Tidal was boringly average.
He looked like the dragon in the background of a mural to make things look more natural.
The SandWing was probably his favorite.
Hourglass was a weird dark brown with strange markings, and a strange name. 
He hated the IceWing the most.
Fulmar was hostile, and an IceWing.
Bloodsight had been taught never to trust an IceWing.
She seemed to always give Bloodsight a furious look whenever she saw him.
He had barely seen the MudWing, all he knew is that her name is Fawn.
The RainWing sat there hanging on a tree branch, eating a mango.
Maybe he hated him more than Fulmar.
Just sitting there without a care in the world.
Bloodsight thought that Fade should be hit with some life.
All the others were somewhat normal.
But Bloodsight was red, didn’t look like a normal NightWing, oh and he always knew when a dragon was about to die.
He wore a gold band around his ankle studded with a strange rock he found.
Bloodsight felt as though everybody was starring at him. 
He went to his corner, between Hourglass and Fawn.
He set up a writing table, shelf, and bed.
I’m five, I only have to wait two years to leave this place. Won’t be too bad, right?
== Chapter Two ==
That night as Bloodsight slept, he saw a vision.
It was a MudWing with white dapples down its back.
They were standing on a blood-red island, and storm of blood raging around them.
They looked scared.
Red waves pushed against the shore.
The MudWing was trapped.
Suddenly, a Boulder hit them and Bloodsight awoke.
A blood-island vision as he called them.
That MudWing was going to die if he didn’t do something.
The only other dragons awake was Striker.
”Hey Striker um, I have a feeling something is wrong. Can you come with me and look for our MudWing Claw-Mate?” Bloodsight asked in a hurry.
Striker looked very confused and scared, but he nodded and sat up, following the other dragon.
It was raining out, and the two flew through the wind and rain, searching for a MudWing.
Striker was leading the way, as if he knew exactly where to go.
Bloodsight found that odd.
On a ledge of the mountain lie a MudWing, asleep peacefully.
Above them a boulder was loose.
A harsh wind gust came, and the boulder came lose.
”No!“ Striker yelped, charging forwards to help the MudWing.
His claws were reaching out and touching the MudWing’s scales when the boulder hit.
Bloodsight could hear both of the dragons screeches as they were crushed.
Striker pulled his arm free, but it was clearly broken.
Rain pummeled the fallen rock.
Blood leaked from beneath the rock.
Bloodsight knew that if he were a little faster,
his Claw-Mate would have lived.
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