Stories from the Depths

== Introduction ==
Hello there, dear reader. You must be wondering what an old seawing is doing talking to you? Well my name is Trench and I have some stories to share with you. I’ve looked far and wide for these stories, lost over time or covered up by the queens. Others are passed off as legends and myths, but they are all 100% true. Now let’s get on to the first story.
== Story one ==
A small seawing dragonet by the name of Lantern Fish was swimming outside of the deep palace. He saw some bubbles in the distance, and curiosity got the best of him and he ran over to them. Over there was a giant trench. Right before he could investigate by going into the trench, a royal guard stopped him. “What are you doing?” The guard flashed. Lantern Fish turned around to face the guard. “This area is off limits!” The guard flashed. Lantern Fish flashed “Sorry” and swam away back to the palace. Lantern Fish went to bed and looked out his window. The guard that had stopped him was swimming back. Now is my chance! He thought and raced out of his house. He made sure nobody was around and swam off to the trench. Lantern Fish peeked over the edge of the trench. Nothing suspicious seemed to be there. He swam down deeper and deeper, and it never seemed to end. It got so dark he had to flash all if his scales at once just to see. He finally reached the bottom, and was instantly terrified. The creature that stood in front of him, was huge, had fangs poking out of his jaw, long curving claws, bright red eyes, six wings, and was covered in slime and moss. Poor old Lantern Fish was never seen again. 
== Story two ==
A sandwing was wandering around the scorpion den. Things seemed oddly quiet... Something was off and the sandwing just couldn’t put his talon on it. Then he realized what was up when he heard screech THUMP screech THUMP screech THUMP then doorknobs rattling and doors slamming. The sandwing began to run but it was too late. A dragon stabbed its scythe threw his tail and dragged the sandwing to his talons. “You should have known to run!” The dragon hissed, sinking the scythe deeper into his tail. The sandwing awoke to an eerie silence. Not even a bird called. Then he heard it, for real this time. Screech THUMP screech THUMP screech THUMP. The sandwing locked his doors and ran into his bedroom. His doorknob rattled. Suddenly a loud crash happened. The reaper was in his home. The screech of his scythe echoed across the hall. His menacing laughs tormented the poor sandwing. Then his bedroom doorknob rattled the sandwing dove to his window and tried to break it but it was to strong. Another loud crash echoed across his room. The reaper stared at the sandwing trying to escape. “You thought you could escape me?” It hissed. “Your attempts are pathetic!” And just like his dream the reaper stabbed its scythe into the sandwing’s tail and dragged him close, giving him one last menacing glare before slicing his neck.
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