Dawn of a New Era

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== Intro ==
This fanfic belongs to Galaxy. Please do not steal or claim as your own.
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Note: This fanfic is made similar to legends. It alternates between two (and maybe more) characters. Galaxy and Red Wood. Red Wood is pageless, and it will take a while to make a page.
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== Prologue ==
Foresight sighed. The leaves around her talons swirled. A small tear crept along her snout. She was terrible. She was a monster. She brought doom everywhere she went. Foresight traced a shape in the dirt only to see her tear drop down into it, reminding her of all the terrible things she had done. I’m a monster. I just bring death.
Her pitch black scales were now muddy and brown. She could not help being upset.
She had been worse than one could ever imagine. She would never, ever be forgiven. She had abused her animus magic and had lost her soul. Too late had she realized her mistakes and tried to fix them. 
Would she ever be accepted back into the world? Probably not. Foresight forced herself to look up. Great. A thunderstorm.
Foresight decided to look for shelter. Maybe a twinsy bit of magic… Foresight reached down to her pouch then put her talon back down. No. I can’t use my magic like this. Or maybe she could!
Foresight opened her pouch and spilled out some relics that she stored. Not much. A goblet, a small dagger and an opal. Maybe she could give them small enchantments. She reached for her second pouch which stored life needs. She pulled out a scroll and ink bottle. 
First spell, I enchant the scroll so that when I write a command in it will become true. I will keep my own magic. And only I, Foresight of the Nightwings, can write in it. Any other dragon will see it as a map of pyrrhia that they will find useless but will not burn or destroy it in any way. And whenever I wish for it to come to me, it shall appear in my claws but only when I think the words ‘I wish for my Enchantment Scroll to come to me’ and that no one is watching it shall work.
Was that enough? Foresight dipped her claw in her ink and wrote, ‘make the nearest leaf land on my horns and do nothing else’. And it happened. Excitement tingled in her. Should she enchant all dragons to accept her? No. She shouldn’t make one think what they don’t want to. She’ll just have to figure it out.
Foresight looked back at the clouds. They were almost onto her. She wrote ‘Enchant this relic so that whenever I hold it and tell it a location it will bring me there. It will stop when I spot the location’. 
She packed all her objects into her pouch except the opal, which she whispered “shelter from the rain away from all other dragons” before plopping it in with the rest. She flew on, her opal telling her where to go.
A while later, she reached a nice cave. She layed down and looked around. She remembered all her spells. She reached up to touch a small moonstone earring on her right ear. It was enchanted to block all spells on herself while she had it.
How many were there? A lot. All I can remember is these;  Make herself firescales anywhere, anytime and only on the talon or wing she decided, camouflaging scales that only changed when she wanted them to,  mind reading one dragon at a time (whoever she wanted), foresight (that was her name!), speed, the ability to tell when one lies and the ability to lie better than any other dragon. There were many more of course. She just couldn’t remember them.
Foresight looked at the cave entrance doubt tainted her thoughts. Would she be found? Will she survive out in the wild? Slowly she fell asleep drawn into a dream, the dream. One she had often.	
She has been flying for ages. She can only think of what lays ahead of her. She can never stop or she will be caught. “How much farther”? She says. “Only until we reach the mainland”.  
But where is that? They rest on each island they find. She and her friend. “Galaxy”  he says. “Yes, Star?” Star looks ahead. A few eternities pass before he answers, “we have reached the mainland” he says with awe in his voice.
Galaxy looks forward, “do you think Dark will reach here?” Star smiles, “no”.
They are Spacewings, the last of  their tribe. They are black with patterns on their scales, each like their names.
Foresight wakes up, gasping for air. Each dream was so much like the one before, but this one was a bit more different. Did they day the mainland? Would that be Pyrrhia?  Foresight sits up and starts pulling off her earring. She looks into the future and with a jolt  finds out that Galaxy and Star are true dragons.
Foresight looks into their future and sees herself destroying them. Terror pulses through her. She knows she can’t live.
Firescales on my talons! Foresight stomps and leaves a scorch mark on the ground. She quickly tries to burn herself but then reminds herself of her invulnerable scales. 
Foresight grabs her earring and pins it back on. She stretches for her goblet and thinks. 
Shall I destroy myself or them.  
Them, yes, not me. 
Wait, is that an evil thought? 
Yes,  it probably is. 
I think I need to destroy myself, along with them, of course. 
Another evil thought. 
I agree. Wait, who are you? 
The one who has guided many fearful animuses.
Are you a dragon? Where can  I find you? 
Stop hiding the truth, I can see through you.
Foresight wrenches herself out of her thoughts. Who was that? She needed to kill them. An evil thought. Foresights roared with fury. 
Leave me and my mind alone! 
I believe not.
I believe so! You know what?
Yes, don’t do it.
Ha! I do what I want! I enchant you to be gone from my mind after some final words!
I enchant you to die, all your enchantments are to disappear along with you. Your death will affect no future. I leave you to die painlessly, but slowly. This spell cannot be reversed by you.
And with that said, it vanishes. Leaving Foresight to control her temper. The nightwing hisses and roars. Her yellow eyes slits. I will find a way for revenge. Foresight feels weaker and weaker by the moment. She stretches her talon out and grasps a pebble. “I enchant you to make a dragon have an egg, one who will grow up to be queen and destroy the world”. She whispers. 
And for once she can’t help thinking of how great she was. Only an hour ago she thought she was a monster. Now she had victory. The world around her went black as she slipped into endless sleep.
==Chapter 1==
Galaxy sobbed. She pressed her talons to her eyes, ignoring the centipede that crawled over her tail. She looked at the red puddle around her. “Mama! I’m hurt!” 
A big dragon loomed over her. “Galaxy, what have I told you? Spacewings have healing abilities”. She says with a sweet voice. “Really”? She chips with enthusiasm. 
“Really”. The dragon assures her. She stretches her neck out and breaths out a small blue flame. Galaxy winces expecting pain. 
She gasps as it heals her instead. “Mama, mama, mama! It healed, it healed”! The big dragon chuckles, “I see so”. 
Galaxy scampers over, “Thank you, Night Star”! Her talons trip the other and she falls. Her snout hits Night Star’s leg. Night Star sighs and lifts her up and lays her down.
“Can I tell you a small secret”? Night Star askes. Galaxy’s eyes widen, “yes! Yes! Please”. Night Star chuckles, “I’m going to have an egg”. Galaxy feels like if the whole world just dropped a pile of sadness onto her.
“Can it be just us”? Night Star’s eyes filled with tears, “I love you, but, I’ll also love this dragonet”. Galaxy hugs her mothers leg, “I just don’t want you to leave me”. Galaxy says.
Night Star hugs Galaxy, lifting her into her arms, “Don’t worry. I’ll always love you”. Galaxy smiles, “can we name my sister Star”? Night Star nods, “It will be a brother. But I love the name”. 
Galaxy hugs her mother, “I love you, so much”. Night Star taps Galaxy on the snout a few times with her claw, “ I know”.
“WAKE UP”! Galaxy is kicked out of her happy memories with a sudden yell in her ear. “I’m not asleep”. She protested, “you are the one OVER EXCITED”! She finished with a yell. 
Star winced, “you WERE asleep. I could almost hear you SNORING! Anyways, it’s time to land”. Galaxy kicked him, “I was not snoring”. She glided down to land, whoa. “It’s so big”. Star spoke her thoughts aloud.
“And who exactly are you?” A white dragon walked out of the trees that lined the beach. “Uh…-” Star started“And you?” The ice coloured dragon inspected her, “Galaxy”. 
The white dragon gave a nice nod, “Welcome to my little hut, I’m Avalanche of the Icewing. And Uh, just, can I call you Star?” 
Star whacked his forehead, “yes, please”. Galaxy butted in, “Hello, we’re Spacewings”! Avalanche eyed her, “you mean dis-coloured Nightwings”. Galaxy frowned, “We’re Spacewings”. 
Avalanche shrugged, “Nightwing, Spacewing. Same thing. Both breath fire and look the same”.
This time anger surged through her, “WE DO NOT BREATH FIRE”! Star pounced on her tail. “Shut up”. Avalanche frowned, “You don’t breath fire”? He sounded confused. 
“Yes. We can heal and enchant things at our wish though. The bad thing is we can go crazy if we do too many things and we don’t cast our protection spell”. Galaxy yawned it’s like chatting to space! He doesn't understand a thing.
Avalanche’s eyes widened with surprise, “your, animuses”? He choked out. Star laughed, “en-chan-ters. Enchanters”. Galaxy nodded, “call it whatever you want”.
Star scratched her. “Ow”! Blood welled out of the small wound. Unconsciously, she breathed out her blue fire. Avalanches eyes widened even more, “is that all you can do”? 
Galaxy shook her head, “Seaweed, wack Star hard enough so he can feel it, but soft enough so it doesn’t hurt”. Star tried duking the seaweed but it still touched him.
Avalanche’s eyes widened even more making Galaxy wonder how big they could go. “Magic”. He said barely more than a whisper. “All right! Chop-chop! Nights falling”. Avalanche nodded and gestured to follow him.
Galaxy decided not to trust him. “Star, lets not”. Star slumped down, “fine”, he wheeled. Galaxy waved her talons creating a small cave in the sand. She lay down at the back and remembered him.
Star bouned over and shooed Avalanche away. He lay down and almost immediately fell asleep. Galaxy rolled her eyes and snuggled in beside him. Before she could fall asleep she remembered her last class. Her last class before it all happened.
She remembered writing all her study notes down. And she remembered Nightwave, the first enchantress. She had sacrificed her life to guide others that became evil.
Galaxy stretched for some sand, “make me able to communicate with Nightwave in my sleep tonight, tomorrow and every day”. Yes, Nightwave could help her and the tribe. She just needed to communicate with her.
Sleep seemed to come for her, she had barely laid her head down when she fell asleep. She hadn’t realized how tired she was after the flight. She hadn’t realized how much sleep she needed.
She had flown from Galatical to this continent. It had been a month's worth of flying. She and her younger brother, Star, had been sent out by their mother to find a way to save them all. 
It hadn’t occurred to her to just create a portal. She thought that this was a mission that had to be completed the right way. No enchanting. Just her  talons. 
Maybe a bit of magic here and there, but really she wanted it all the old way.
“Galaxy”. A voice sounded. It sounded like thunder and at the same time small waves lapping at the shore. It reminded her of that day she was out at night and got flipped over by a wave.
“Why have you called for me”? Galaxy started to search for words but then images flooded her mind. She was flying, she was baking, she was playing, she watched her parents hug her. She had a very lucky life.
So why had she called for Nightwave? Was it because she was selfish? Was it because she was odd? 
The memory came back to her. Her tribe suffering. “I-I-I need your help”. She stammered.
Why couldn’t she speak?
“You don’t”. The voice answered. Out of the mist, a beautiful aqua dragon gazed down at her. She had a long neck and snout. “Nightwave”. She whispered in awe, the dragon looking down at her was incredible, the dragon's wings were purple and blue and, and - “You can solve this all, yourself”.
Nightwave’s voice was gentle but at the same time strict and short.
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