The Cyan Prophecy

note: this story is being resumed at an on and off pace, and characters used in it have another purpose in my personal universe as well, just a note. 
The Cyan Prophecy
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Secrets cannot be buried forever. The darkness in the past will always come back to haunt the living, even if you have blinded everyone else to the truth with the light.
But to every story that has a beginning, there will be an ending. No matter how dark it all began, no matter how tragic the storyline is, everything must come to an end.
No matter who you are, the ending is fated to happen on a night with a blue moon.
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a story written by essence, in memory of the idea originally thought by crystal. please note that this is only my best shot at attempting to create something from the wonderful concept that was created by my friend, and it would likely not match the grandeur that you'll be expecting from such a good idea. i take no credit for the characterization and general plot.
no editing at all, not for spelling and grammar, not for anything, please and thank you. <3
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crystal, if you see this, i hope you find it in good health and that i at least did your fantastic idea justice. be well, friend <3
The Prophecy
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Darkness has taken over the heart
Betrayal and hate tore the skies apart
The cyan world will soon come to light
Beware when the chosen ones takes flight
There are those who wish to play their part
Yet fear and doubt still engulfs the heart
Maybe all it takes is for them to show
Love can vanquish your own greatest foe
Some bonds are seen shrouded in jealousy and hate
Yet there's only fire and light together in their fate
Between the powers of friendship and ferocity
Their eyes only focused on ending this atrocity
All it takes is a little courage to start
There are always foes you alone can't outsmart
Learn to find strength in each other's embrace
Before one has a chance to vanish without a trace
Innocence and youth in these times are rare
As well as a soul that provides love and care
Sometimes that's what's needed to thaw the ice
That's enough for the wrong to pay the price
There have been too many words left unspoken
Too many bonds that have yet to be broken
Sever the ties binding darkness and light
Only then shall the blue moon shine bright
prophecy credit goes to crystal
Character List
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note: characters listed in this part only. if they do not link to a page, they are a minor character that can be found here.
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POV Characters
Trixie
Vere
Aragami
Amber
Silvertongue
Tangle
Iciness
Barb
Opalescent
Major Characters
Perytonia
Hourglass
Liberation
Minor Characters
The Story
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Part I
Part II
Part III
Part IV
Part V
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note that you should close one before opening another, like you would do with an actual book.
Part I: The Lost Words
Prologue
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"You can't be serious."
The sentence was spoken out, loud and clear, and it would reach any dragon's ears in the cold, crisp air, if not for the winds drowning out the noise. Against the ghastly white background, the two cloaked figures were extra visible.
One of the dragons, the tall, confident one, stood with her head high at the cliff's edge. Beneath her hood, dark purple eyes gleamed, betraying no emotion as she smoothly responded to the first voice.
"Why? We talked about this. Have you changed your mind?"
The other dragoness finally lifted her head, revealing a pair of eyes with the color of one of the moons. Yet, unlike the taller dragon, her voice carried no pride, no resonance that was associated with her tribe's mightiness, containing none of the regal energy that was expected of a dragoness with her name. Her shaking talons ran over the smooth surface of the round, elliptical object she was carrying.
"No," she finally answered, after a pause. She felt the sharp gaze on her, calm and cool, yet burning with a dangerous flame. "No, of course not. You know there's no way I'll betray our tribe. There's - there's no way I'll betray us."
"So, what's the problem, then?" The first dragon asked again, her expression slowly shifting to match her inky black scales. "You said you'll do the honors yourself. Unless you changed your mind about that?" Her eyes darted, gaze landing dead on the shaking egg resting in the smaller dragon's talons. At this rate, she wasn't sure if it was signs that the dragonet within was about to open its eyes, or that it was simply a result of her own shivering.
She took a step back, forcing herself to look into the eyes that promised more than contempt if she gave the wrong answer. "No," she replied, as steadily as possible. "No one should be the one to do it... except me."
"Go ahead then. I'm waiting."
The dragoness had no choice, no choice but to step forward as the other moved out of the way, presenting to her the hundred-foot drop into the cold abyss. Unshed tears pricked at her eyes, stinging her frostbitten scales. Her wings were stiff and frozen, rendered useless for flying, much less escaping. There was no way out of this.
How could I have not seen this coming?
Just as she had outstretched her stiff talons and got ready to bid farewell to the one thing she wished she could have loved, she heard a long, mocking sigh from behind her.
"Ah, isn't it just like you to regret your choices. How can I forget? It's my sister, after all." Her tone was laced with venom. "You could never make a decision on your own. Perhaps you would have avoided this situation if you had a true NightWing brain."
Her younger sister turned around to face her, her silver eyes shining with all the fear and pain that she had carried around. "Please, Star. I know I've made a mistake. Let me redeem myself now. I -" She choked on her last words. "I will do it."
"No you won't."
Before she could even formulate another response, the larger NightWing lunged forward, seizing her talons in her iron grip. If it weren't for her dry throat, she would have audibly screamed.
"You are weak," her sister hissed, the malicious gaze now fully present in those amethyst eyes. Her grip tightened until her claws were digging into her scales, drawing blood. "I should have known that you'll never be able to do this yourself. It's a good thing that I did not let you come alone. You disgraced the name our father gave you, Majesty."
"Let me go," Majesty croaked out, pleading with the one dragon that she had trusted since the day she was born. The dragon whom she had admired for her strength, courage and audacity, traits that she never could find it in herself. The dragon that she believed who would always be by her side.
The one dragon who ended up betraying her.
The smile on her sister's face was filled with nothing but cruelty, savage pleasure from seeing her pain. She never cared, never recognized her own family as anything apart from a pawn in this game full of bloodshed.
"Before you go, I shall let you know that I'm enjoying every single moment of this." As quick as lightning, the larger dragon turned around and used her tail to roughly smash it against her side, causing Majesty to lose her balance and the egg to fall into her waiting talons.
"Goodbye, sister."
And with one final shove, she pushed the flailing NightWing into her certain death.
But not before Majesty caught on to her wing and dragged her along in the fall.
"You won't get away with this, Night!" Her silvery eyes were now fully ablaze with rage. "Did you think you could murder your own sister without going down with a fight?"
Nightshifter snarled, knowing that her wings too were in no state to hold her stance in flight for long. She swiped at Majesty's claws that were frantically trying to get to the egg that she was still clutching, trying to drop it before she could be interrupted.
The two dark dragons grappled in the air for a while, before the older sister managed to claim the position on top, her one foot pressed against Majesty's chest. With a victorious smile, Nightshifter promptly watched as the gaze in her sister's eyes turn into one of pure horror as the lavender egg fell out of her talons and towards the sheet of white below.
"No!" The screech that Majesty let out almost literally pierced through Nightshifter's eardrums, distracting her and allowing her sister to temporarily regain her control. This small victory meant nothing - the NightWing knew that there was no way she'll make it out alive, no way that she'll defy the laws of science and avoid her inevitable icy death.
But not all of them had to die.
As quick as a predator striking its prey, Majesty used the last of her strength in her back legs and kicked her sister in the chest as hard as possible. Ignoring the roar of pain that came with it, and the swift plummet that it sent her into, the dragoness reached out her front claws and finally, finally grabbed the egg just before she hit the ground.
She heard neither the anguished cry of the other falling NightWing, nor the sickening crack that came with her landing.
All she could feel was warmth, a warmth that her heart felt knowing that the dragonet in the egg was spared from the cold darkness she was doomed to.
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The sheets of white had never once symbolized death to her.
Until today, when she saw that hint of black and red among the ghostly plains.
"Majesty," the dragoness croaked out, staring through her blurred eyes at the figure laying by her feet, pointedly ignoring another equally mangled body just a few feet away. "Please, tell me you're still here."
Silence. Nothing but dread filled the empty space that was the dragoness's heart. No matter how many fur blankets she wore, the cold pierced right through the covers and straight into her heart.
"Libra?"
The faintest of voices finally made its way to her ears. The RainWing bent down, her hot tears falling down to meet cold and hardened scales. She no longer cared about her cover, her frills now exposed from underneath the hood she was wearing, both her heritage and sorrow displayed for the world to see.
"Magi? You're... you're here..." Hopeful streaks of gold shot up her grey scales, her talons grasping the NightWing's. The pulse was weak, barely more than a ghostly whisper against her own talon, yet it was still there, as if grasping on to something that would soon disappear as well.
"It's over, right?" She rambled on, her eyes frantically darting back and forth between the body of Nightshifter in the distance and the silvery eyes of the one dragon she loved so deeply. "She's dead, right? We can go home now. We'll go back to our safe, warm place and we'll never have to be apart again..."
She was halted when she felt a smooth, cold surface pressed against her chest.
"Libra. Please keep this little dragonet safe." Her voice was weak, fading, dying. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry that I'll never be able to raise them all with you, never be able to be with you."
"No, please... please..." Pain and fear shot through her dulled-out scales in green and white patterns. "You can't leave me! I - we had a future together, we are still going to have it-"
"Please, Libra, look at me."
Tearful amber eyes reluctantly met silver ones. Despite everything, Majesty was smiling, smiling through all the pain and suffering that had led to this moment of their lives.
"I'm not afraid of death. How can anyone be, in this world we're living? The truth is, I knew this was going to happen the moment I stepped onto the cliff. But all that matters isn't that I died today. I'm proud to tell you, of all other dragons, that I lived, Libra, I lived in a world where everyone only survived. That's something that I couldn't have done if you weren't here. I'm sorry that I left you to do this alone..." The NightWing, with the last of her strength, pushed the egg into the RainWing's talons.
"... but I love you, Libra, and nothing, not even death, will change this fact."
The icy white color of the background splashed onto her scales, removing all other traces of color as she watched Majesty take her last breath.
The cold out here was nothing compared to the freezing feeling that was born in her heart, spreading outwardly, cruelly leaving her veins sealed in ice, and her whole body as still as a statue.
Yet, she still prayed, still held on to a few words that she made her mantra.
This dragonet will feel none of the biting cold, safe in a warm, hidden world.
Chapter 1: Bloodstained Claws
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"Trixie?"
The pale-colored dragon reluctantly lifted her gaze from the scroll at the mention of her name, letting out a long sigh as she faced the other SeaWing that had entered the library room.
"You know what time it is."
Hourglass's voice was firm and unwavering, yet the expression on his face was anything but unkind. Upon seeing the dragonet's expression, however, he dropped the somewhat stern facade and sighed.
"I know you don't want to do this," he said in a much softer tone this time. "But you know she only wants the best for you all."
"I understand," Trixie replied, as she always did. Logically, she knew that none of her guardians meant her any harm - and self-defense was crucial for survival if the world was as bad as what they often told her to be, but her heart always screamed in protest. The very idea of physically fighting another dragon, drawing blood and possibly even risking their lives sickened her.
After all, why would she have to resort to violence when she didn't want to? Didn't the books say there are always better ways that don't involve blood and gore? Why would young dragonets such as Trixie and her friends need to go through these sessions that brought nothing but pain in the end?
With all that said, the little SeaWing knew she could do nothing to change this. Saying all those to Liberation might be considered worse than driving a nail into your own talon - something Trixie learned the hard way.
Hourglass saw her expression and promptly laid a wing over her back in a gesture of comfort. "You can do it," he said, smiling softly. Trixie couldn't help but smile back, despite knowing that she was going to do probably her least favorite thing in the world.
Out of all the guardians that had watched over her the moment she broke out of her egg, Trixie had felt most connected to the deep purple SeaWing. Not just because she felt a kinship with a dragon of her tribe, but also because Hourglass tended to act much more like a kind father figure, rather than just someone tasked to watch over her because her real parents couldn't afford to - at least, that was what she was told.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts slightly, Trixie walked down the passage that led to the training spot, a small clearing among the cavern of blue. At first glance, she saw no one there, which confused Trixie - Liberation was always on time for these training sessions.
The SeaWing visibly jumped back a little when the RainWing suddenly materialized in front of her, the green and gold scales suddenly forming a stark contrast to the shades of blue around her. The stony expression on her guardian's face never left, ironic to her shifting colors. Trixie braced herself for what she was about to say.
"As much as I know how to fight in a real battle, I can't let you face a RainWing all the time," Liberation said with a flat tone. "In fact... the chances of you finding a RainWing who would fight you to death out there is... slim, to say the least." She snorted, shaking her head like it was some nasty thought.
"Instead of facing off against me, I'll bring you a more likely opponent." The guardian leapt into the air, circling the pale dragoness below while scanning the opposite side of the clearing for something... or rather, someone else. Trixie's stomach lurched as she realized what Liberation meant.
"She's younger than you... but a NightWing is a NightWing, no matter the size or age."
From the opposite side of the clearing, a dragonet hatched just one year after Trixie hopped out from behind a few rocks, the battle pose she tried to strike not matching with the excited grin on her face. The SeaWing felt her already pale face turn even whiter.
It wasn't that Trixie was afraid of losing to Vere in a fight. In fact, it was the exact opposite. Perhaps only second to Barb, the happy little NightWing was the last dragon she wanted to hurt, even if it wasn't intentional. She knew that Vere would most likely not mind anyway, and judging by the dragonet's expression, she seemed to be enthusiastic about the mock battle, but seeing her innocent face made all the fighting instinct in her, which was not a lot to begin with, vanish like a cloud of mist.
She didn't know since when did Vere move to the center of the battle ground, the NightWing now standing right in front of her. She was about the same size as the SeaWing, even slightly larger than her due to her tribe. Liberation must have known that Vere would have an advantage in a real fight despite their age difference - Trixie could conclude that much from the very few scrolls on battle tactics that she had read.
"Get your claws and tails ready! FIGHT!"
The RainWing's loud voice snapped Trixie out of her stupor, bringing her attention back to the NightWing dragonet before her, now doing her best impression of a battle stance. Smiling at Trixie with a courage that she couldn't feel herself, Vere said, "Good luck."
And then she pounced.
Speed had always been the NightWing's greatest weapon. She often surprised her opponent by unexpected movements, which were hard to predict due to her natural quickness. Trixie was startled in just the same way, resulting in Vere's tail knocking her off balance and causing her to fall on her side, landing on the grass which did little to soften the blow.
"Moons' sake! Use your claws!" Even without being able to see Liberation from her angle, Trixie knew that remark was directed at her. Instead of empowering her, though, it only make her cower even further as her opponent leaped at her again in an attempt to pin her down, but was evaded at the last second by the SeaWing.
Trixie had thought she was safe for a moment as she got up, assuming that Vere was regaining her position after that last charge, but a sudden burst of heat to her left sent the dragonet stumbling again, trying to find her footing. The NightWing's fire didn't hurt her exactly, besides the small pain that came from being so close to the flame, but it was enough to give Vere all the time she need to be barreling towards Trixie again.
Backed up against the wall and entirely unprepared to dodge this attack, Trixie braced herself as the NightWing came close, stretching out her claws and managing to forcefully shove the other dragonet out of the way with her eyes closed.
The hiss of pain was what made her open them.
Just as she had expected, Vere was pushed to her side, seemingly recovering from a harder fall due to her initial momentum. But what really caught Trixie's eye was the gash left behind on her right shoulder, claw marks with the same shade of red that now stained her own talons.
The huge tide of guilt that washed over her was so crushing, so suffocating that if Trixie didn't know better, she wouldn't have believed that it was Vere who had once again managed to regain her composure and pinned her down against the floor, keeping her still with sheer strength.
It wasn't like Trixie could muster the energy to move anyway.
"STOP!"
At the signal that shown that the fight was over, Vere got off of the SeaWing, yet the weight in her heart never lifted, her eyes still fixed on the wound that she had inflicted. Not even the sight of the seething RainWing that now towered over her snap her back into reality.
"Honestly, between you and the IceWing, at least his moves aren't stunted like yours," Liberation snarled. "You cannot even get even with a dragonet younger than you. Honestly, does the sight of that amount of blood scare you? Have you ever even imagined how much more there would be on a battlefield? A useless wimp like you would have died before the actual battle happens."
The last sentence stung her, more than any other thing the RainWing has ever said to her. Her mentor was always nothing less than harsh, but that last part felt more of a personal insult rather than something carelessly tossed around in the heat of battle training. It wasn't enough to get her mind off Vere's injury, but the hurt expression on her face must have not gone unnoticed by the NightWing.
"Stop that!" Vere rushed to Trixie's side instantly, boldly putting herself between her and the livid green dragon. "Trixie tried her best! And she did fight back, so stop blaming her like that!"
The SeaWing understood that it was supposed to help, yet the words only reminded her once again that she did indeed hurt her friend, the fresh blood on her talons reminding her of that. Even Liberation was stunned into silence for a moment, her eyes suddenly growing distant, the anger fading away into... something else as she looked down at Vere.
"Dinner's ready!"
The light, clear voice of their third guardian, reminiscent of a bubbling spring, finally broke the tense silence that had fallen on the training ground. Whatever fury Liberation had been spitting out at Trixie a few moments ago was gone, replaced by some unexplainable emotion. The RainWing simply shook her head before saying a quick "You are dismissed" and leaving the area.
Leaving Trixie to fall back into the silence that was made extra heavy by all of her feelings.
Chapter 2: A Sea Of Feelings
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The lake was usually Trixie's preferred lounging spot. She was after all, still a SeaWing, and water does wonders to soothe aching muscles, washing away any soreness left behind, especially after tough battle sessions.
Today, however, she was simply hoping for her feelings to drown in the coolness of the still waters.
She didn't know how long had she been floating, her thoughts drifting aimlessly as she lost count of the time. Her soul and mind had been absent from her body throughout dinnertime, and that wasn't changing anytime soon. All this while, she couldn't get these questions out of her head - questions that were both real yet contradicting at the same time.
One side of her brain wouldn't stop asking Why? Why am I so afraid to hurt another dragon? Why does it bother me so much? And just as equally loudly, the other side insisted Is there anything I could have done better? Was I being mean or aggressive? Does Vere feel hurt by my attack? Could I have not hurt her?
"Hey."
A soft voice dissipated the cloud of questions, and Trixie felt a familiar warmth settle down beside her. She couldn't help but smile as she saw the large SandWing at the edge of the lake.
"And here I thought SandWings didn't like water."
"Well, I'm technically only half-SandWing," the large dragon playfully stuck out their tongue out at her, before adopting a softer expression. "And while that's true, you know I'd come down anyway."
"Why?" The question came out much sadder than she had intended it to, so much that Trixie was surprised by how it sounded like she was giving up on her life. "I'm just a dragon who happens to not be good at anything that matters, so why would anyone remember me? Why, Amber?"
"Because you need the company."
It wasn't a question - just a statement, a statement filled with nothing but genuine concern and care. Despite the coolness of the lake, Trixie felt a warmth that did not radiate from Amber's scales. 
"Besides, none of what you said is true." A rare, firm tone made its way into the hybrid's voice, their wing laying over Trixie in a comforting manner. "Some dragons aren't born to be fighters. I certainly am not one either. You know how Liberation is."
"But she's right." The smaller SeaWing shook her head, even if she leaned towards Amber in search of reassurance. "What if I needed to defend myself, or any of you, and I couldn't do it? At least everyone else is able to put up a good fight, and I don't think I ever did."
"Trixie, we care about you - but that's not because we are expecting you to fight tooth and claw to protect us from danger one day. We love you because you're the wonderful dragon we all know you to be." Amber's face flushed a little at the last comment, but she didn't notice it as they continued. "You could still swim faster than any of us, and no one can match you when it comes to new ideas. So don't put yourself down anymore, okay?"
"I..." Trixie looked up into her closest friend's eyes, the aquamarine orbs revealing nothing but sincerity and no room for argument. "Okay." She managed to smile weakly as Amber pulled her into a hug, filling her heart with more warmth than their scales could ever provide. 
They stayed like that for a few minutes until Amber spoke again with a soft nudge. "Hey, let's go to the studying cavern together? It's almost time for Perytonia's trivia session with us."
Trixie nodded, slowly climbing out of the lake and taking Amber's talon before standing on all fours again. She smiled, feeling a lot better than when she had first set foot here earlier that evening. Somehow, her heart felt at peace, knowing that Amber would always to be there to pull her out of the sea if she ever were to drown, whether figuratively or literally (no matter how unlikely that is).
"Let's go."
Chapter 3: Tales Of The Past
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Every other dragonet was already present in the room when Trixie and Amber walked in - save for Opal, who was never present during these sessions anyway. 
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