Wisp Nox the Changed

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warning, do not read if you are sensitive to death, romance, or slight violence) There will only be slight profanity, (if you even count them as bad words) (No strong curse words would be used)
(However, the main character does have some bad habits, like smoking and such. It will later on be revealed that it is destroying his health. His lesson will be learned and he will come off clean. I am not in any way encouraging the use of cigarettes) But hey if any admins are not okay with this please contact me through my message wall. I will remove those parts and rewrite it. 
Also if you like laughing at edgy stuff be sure to check this out lol. This has a TON of edge. (this fanfic is actually a test fanfic to help with improving my romance writing skills) Cya! Have fun. 
==You Have to Know==
My name is Wisp Nox, my father, who was a noble dragon racer disappeared when I was around 9. My mother is a skinny and fiery person. Her cheers can light anyone up but can burn you down into a pile of ash just as quickly. Both my parents are hardy, tough, and brisk with me.
After my father was declared missing and never coming back, my mother had to raise me up all alone. It was hard for her. I was a terrible child, an rascal you would say. However, even after all my actions, my ma still forgave me. I knew her love for me was endless. I let her spoil me, I was letting her down. All these sacrifices she made for me, but yet I still can't repay them? But then, her warm rings of fire quickly faded, leaving me with only smoke. She let the silence and loneliness punish me. 
I've seen enough.
Everyday I walked out of the orphanage, scratching along the paved roads. The stones always glimmered and shined so brightly white. They laugh and cheered with their bright sheen, everything will be alright. Hmph as if. No one cared about me leaving, so I had my ways and I could do whatever I wanted outside. This was my soulless routine for 3 years straight. I wake up, eat my share of meal, leave the orphanage, wander, and come back, eat, then sleep. I'm surprised I stayed sane, but I guess I do have my ups in an orphanage full of weaklings.
My mother and father both handled dragons, so I had extra knowledge and understanding. My mother also trained me with fighting and punching techniques, something I found very handy. 
I remember picking a fight with a boy two years bigger than me. I socked him in the face, his bleeding nose made me feel good, like I can actually do something. Getting up, he clawed me in the eye. Weakling thinks he can beat me. I punched him in the guts, instead of falling down as usual, his arms fling-ed at full speed with a chair from a nearby desk. My head felt like it was hit by a bullet, I sputtered blood out of my nose.
I collapsed.
My body twitched, a pool of blood gathered at the base of my face. My brain was screaming and my eyes were losing color. It was painful, but my spirits told me no. I was a cauldron of rage. A group of people surrounded me, they made a tight circle, and looked down upon me, whispering something. Nobody helped me.
The sounds faded.
I waked up to bandages on my forehead. I was prohibited to talk with other people. They thought I was a ruthless brat. An insane child. They planned on moving me to an asylum. How dare those people, I knew I was perfectly normal and that I don't need any mental help. Thinking about being caged in a tiny, gray, and enclosed space made me retort in disgust.
==Spiral and the Flare==
Word has said a madman lit a fire inside the town
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Interesting
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So many guards, yet all killed by one maniac
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So much blood
......................It's fun isn't it?
"Quick! Get the water buckets!"
"Save the children first!"
"It's falling! No it's falling!"
The building fell and creaked, its mass thudded heavily onto the ground causing the rumble amidst chaos. The pieces of foundation shattered and sealed the fate of the people like a lid on top of the coffin. The people were screaming in agony, their homes were being raided by the flames. Fire burnt bright like the stars, the heat waves surged the small town.
I was let out.
And I ran from them.
The green forest was silent, unlike the vicious fire. The sunlight split between the leaves of the trees. I scanned my surroundings. I can't see any smoke, so I must be safe. Sitting down, I wondered what would happen to my, small, burning town. Most people would be dead of course, then where would I go?
I complained, and cursed, running away was my worst mistake. That damned man, at least let me have a place to stay. I'd sock his eyeballs out just right about now if he were here. Walking further, I saw a field. The sea of grass swayed in the wind, some parts I recognized looked like Dragon Nip.
A small and grey Spiralflare was lying in the grass.
I gagged at the sight of blood. The small dragon was bleeding. It looked at me weakly. My cursing immediately stopped and turned into pure terror. Whatever it was that hurt it, it must be out here somewhere. It will try to kill me as well.
...............I-I don't wanna die.
The claws honed into my back. It tore painfully into my flesh. The flying Shriker shrieked its spine chilling cry. I was being lifted higher and higher. I screamed in anger and pain, my fists shot up the foe's stomach. It shrieked once again, threatening to drop me from the tall heights onto the ground. Eyes narrowing, it swooped upwards.
Crack! I forced by fingers around its small neck and snapped it like a stick. It continued to fight, its crooked neck looked unnatural on its hunter body. Swiveling around, I was losing my grasp. The Shriker is losing control. It swiveled around in the air, ready to drop dead. The impact will kill us both.
The Spiralflare shot up from its wounds. With its jaw, it grabbed me by the shirt, and we toppled down with the Shriker.
Tumbling onto the grass, we first landed on the Shriker, who was already dead. Its twisted neck and blood spurting maw made me feel sick. I was wrapped around the Spiralflare's wings, it had saved me.
I got up and uncoiled myself from the wings. The Spiralflare closed its eyes, it was dying. My hands moved without me noticing. I grabbed the dead carcass of the Shriker and forced out masses of black goop from its mouth. Shriker goo is very thick and hard to get rid of, it is used by the dragon to stick its prey to place. The goo does not heal wounds as fast, but it does stop bacteria infections so that the prey item could live longer and stay fresh while being consumed. Fetching a handful, I walked back to the wounded savior. I smeared it across the bleeding claw marks, the blood ceased its speed and calmed down to tiny red droplets. Now that the wounds are being sealed by the Shriker goo, bacteria and bleeding wouldn't be too big of a deal. Now all it needs is comfort and a bit of rest.
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I inched out my hand and goo smeared fingers. I hesitated to place my hand upon its snout. I don't know why, but how it saved me, it was unbelievable. Any other dragon would've left me for dead. My hands flowed down, it came in contact with the smooth grey scales. Willow. Like the Will o' in Will o' the Wisp. That will be your name.
==5 Years==
(now the story will come in from a third person kind of view)
5 years. 5 years since the day Wisp has ran from his town. 5 years since he has saved Willow from the crazed Shriker. 5 full years he spent racing his life away in Phann city.
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Wisp stepped up to the porch, he can see the racing tracks directly below. It was morning, and the people have all waken up from their slumber to watch the race begin. Resting his hands on the rail, he admired the bright light reflecting upon the vast city that covered the roofs of houses with a golden shine. The wind rustled his grey hair, that flowed in soft tufts. Willow sat behind him, the grey dragon gurgled and shifted its wings slightly, he knew that time was up. Looking back, Wisp walked down the spiral stairs.
When he reached the end, he flew on Willow to the racing stadium. The crowd of racers gasped when he arrived. Excited and worried murmurs came from the crowd. Their scale racing armors shifted around as they continued to whisper to one another.
"It's Wisp Nox? You warned me about him earlier right?"
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"Yes, yes, I've heard of him before he's a top racer he's-"
"The racer from blue flames..."
"What! he's here! Why didn't you tell me! It's impossible to win with him around."
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"This is going to be hard with him around. He'll beat me for sure."
"Certainly, his Spiralflare can fly surprisingly fast despite only being a Stoker class dragon."
Wisp grinned, he liked his fame. Oh god, my competition are a bunch of losers.The feeling of being better than everyone had always fueled him. He made a big show of placing his helmet on top of his head in front of everyone while telling Willow to follow him to prepare before the race starts.
Another racer watched him closely. A hand was placed on her ocean green shoulder pad. The man had a cigarette in his mouth, and he grinned at the girl racer. His suit was tucked neatly, and he appears to be incredibly wealthy. He talked to her in a rough, hoarse, and demanding voice, "Remember, you are hired and trained by me to do this." His eyes shined not prettily, but evilly, "Win." Looking back at Wisp in an unsure manner, she nodded at the man.
The stadium blasted with noises, the people who have came to watch the race are filling the air with excited chatters and screams. Posters and banners can be seen through the crowds. Clothing dedicated to racers were seen everywhere. Salesmen happily introduced their merchandise to the seated viewers, who bought their food, drinks, and items. Drums boomed into Wisp's ears, the races were always this grand. The racers stepped up to the line, the rows of dragons took their place. A large speaker type of instrument was hauled up to a high point crafted by wood and metal. The presenter made his announcement. The stadium quiet down considerably.
Wisp moved his head around to see a girl racer parked beside Willow. She was riding a wind dragon, a Skittering Swiftsky. It was lightish green in colour, a soft jade, with a long neck and body. The girl peered back.
She sighed and spoke up. "Hey, it's nice to see you here, my name is Skye." When he didn't answer, she changed her attitude. "So you're the quiet type huh? Wow, considering how prideful and such a dirtbag, I'd thought you'd be a loudmouth!" Wisp grinded his teeth. Who does this girl think she is? "Not to mention how drab you look. Ha, that suit looks like some poor man on the streets made it for you."
Wisp snapped. His jaw contorted into a mean snarl, " You watch your words brickhead!" Skye gaped back like a tiger, "Who you calling brickhead? Looks like your mother didn't teach you much manners." Wisp's face was practically pouring steam, his eyes were widened and crazed with anger. "I'll burn you down in this race and you'll lose like the wimp you are!"
Skye spat, "Yeah right, I blow you off your dragon ten miles with Whirlwind!" "I'll win and you and your stupid grey dragon can go fly into oblivion."
"I'll make you regret it, and then you'll eat those words back miss-"
Wisp hadn't even finished his sentence when the horn was blown. The race has started.
One by one the racers took off on their brightly colored dragons in a swift rush. The crowd cheered. Skye managed to take lead, to Wisp's utter dismay. He squeezed his fingers around Willow's racing saddle, as he rushed in a fury to catch up with the annoying new rider, he started thinking. He has never been out-sped like this before, his anger rises. His face darkens into rage, he swears under his breath.
That blasted girl.
I didn't waste five years just to eat dust.
==Race Blazing==
The wind was singing into their ears like the songs of a crazed siren. The heat from the fire hoops were blazing, grower brighter each time a swift figure swiped past them with their fast wings. The crowds were equally loud, they cheered and chanted like they've never before. Willow twisted his body, he kept his eyes on the ocean green dragon, who was only a few meters in-front of him. Each time Wisp almost caught up with her, the dragon would add to its speed. It seems almost impossible to keep up. He has already heard several remarks about him being in second place when he was always first in previous races from the race announcers. "Seems like the new comer has beaten the racer from blue flames! What a shock!" Wisp is growing more and more stressed. This is not what he had expected. If only he could have a cigarette......
They have been racing for god knows how long, but something happened. An announcement shot from the the speaker-like instrument. "Attention, we are now getting closer and closer to the end of the race!" "Let's hope our racers all manage to get a good place. Too bad this grey guy is going to get dethroned." Wisp adrenaline coursed, he wasn't about to lose. Especially after promising that he'll beat the annoying new rider.
Willow's eyes narrowed, his maw poured bright orange sparks that flickered and faded into blue hell flames. The river of fire licked the surface of Wisp's helmet, creating a bluish demonic glow. Sitting close, the fire emitted through the Spiralflare's wings, causing a calamity of bright blue, propelling the rider forward.
Whirlwind listened to his rider's orders and released a gale force of wind. Catching up close, the blue and the storm collided, the massive giant swirls of beautiful blue covered and rampaged the stadium. In this whole mess, the two riders both fell off onto the ground. The trails of dust followed the seer marks.
The whole stadium was silent, they waited for the dust and smoke to clear out.
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The people stretched and craned their necks. They were on the edges of their seats, the tension and excitement cannot be contained any longer. Their eyes were narrowing and pointed down to the trailer of the dust.
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The smoke continued to run. A faint blue glow can be seen from within.
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The smoke cleared
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Murmurs and confusion arose from the crowds. Both trainers were passed out on the back of their dragons, who were also unconscious.The announcer's voice clashed the still and tension filled air. Many people broke out of their trance with a jolt.
"It seems that both our racers are unconscious, we will declare this as a tie. Nearest emergency, please send these two personnel to the hospital."
The riders were put onto wooden stretchers and sent off. The race has ended, but it had no clear winner.
== The Burden ==
Wisp woke up in a large building, he can see the bright lights shining above him and curtains surrounding his small area. A glass of water and a tin of food sat on the other side, just in hands reach. He grabbed the glass and drank viciously. Letting go of the glass and leaving a sigh, he looked around him. The cloths were white, the bed sheets were white, and even his own clothes were white. One of his arms had a casing, he realized that he had probably broken it when he fell with Willow.
A nurse walked into the blizzard-like room. Her.Clothes.Were.White
Jeez can't you all have some color other than white? Maybe grey or blue would be nice, because seeing the same color over and over again is just going to make me feel worse.
eh not to be racist or anything
(clearly Wisp knows nothing about how hospitals work :/)
He sighed, at-least the casing is blue.
The nurse walked up to Wisp with a clipboard clasped in her hand. She held a pencil and started scribbling something for around a few seconds. Finally, she lifted up her head. Giving a cold, emotionless glare she said, "Ah you're finally awake. I suppose you should be fine and able to recover your broken arm within a few weeks. You will be able to race later but for now you are currently unfit to participate." Wisp's heart nearly dropped from his rib-cage. He swear he heard a strong thud and the sudden feeling of chills running down his spine. Oh no, he thought. Racing brings him joy, but mostly money but you know what he means. Through all these crawling emotions trying to pry through his jaw, he only managed a weak, "okey."
The nurse handed him the keys to his locker, where all his racing clothes were stored. It hit his right hand with a soft clink as he curled the small and cold object tightly. The nurse then proceeded to leave the room. 
Damn, not even a smile or goodbye?
Nurses are cold man.
 He moved past the curtains and revealed the other areas. There were other spaces that were surrounded by the bright curtains that looked like silky hail. Wisp assumed that there were other patients in there. 
He swerved down the white hallway, where he can see the special clothing storage room just to the right. His feet pattered onto the ground. He was feeling shaky. His craving for a cigar was getting stronger. The urges are sky high, and his veins uprooted in frustration.
With his hands he clasped his heart, as he felt like his skin was being split into a million bloody pieces and his organs all set on fire. His chest felt binded and tight, it was getting hard to breath. Then he remembered. He had a pack of cigarettes in a pocket on his racing clothes. 
He struggled closer and closer towards the room, each step he felt like doom. 
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Almost there. 
Wisp barged the key into the lock and jammed it as his fingers and hands shook violently. Finally, he reached his pocket. The smooth surface of the cigar box lay in his hands, as he gingerly pulled a single cigar out. Then, he'd forgotten that he had no lighter. Just then a man walked into the room. He looked familiar, almost as if he was there at the start of the race. 
His small footsteps echoed through the dark locker room. "Why Wisp, up so soon?" His arms were in the air, as if about to hug Wisp. Wisp flinched, his hearts was beating. The pain was coming back. 
"Li-lighter p-please." 
The man looked at him as if he were a strange entity. "Well if you say so." His hands moved into his pockets to retrieve a lighter. Then he paused and looked up,"Hey you know Wisp, I was wondering how you're going to race after..." His eyes darted to Wisp's blue casing. Wisp clutched his chest in agony, his eyes were maddening. He struggled to hoist himself up and tried to balance himself by hanging onto the edge of the locker door. "Just give me the lighter!" He barked. 
The man looked at the panicking dragon racer. His face displayed a smile as he walked circles around the shaking Wisp, pacing like a jaguar waiting to pounce on its prey. Wisp had no time to watch him pace around, he was screaming in raw pain. The trembles are rattling the metal lockers and he toppled to the marble ground, still shaking vigorously. 
"Heh, listen kid. If you want the lighter, you'll have to beg then." Wisp gargled a few words that sounded like gibberish, he was in a complete state of shock. The man placed his shoe on top of Wisp's head, he said something menacingly, "Now beg then will you? Say, Grimwell Dean, please give mercy and hand me the lighter? Say, oh I am a terrible little scum and that I will never attempt to race against his racers ever again." 
Wisp's lips quivered, his muscles jiggled and the forced some words out of his mouth, "Pl-p-ple-ease, pl-" 
Grimwell grinded his foot harder onto Wisp's head, sending Wisp to shout in pain. 
"Say" 
"It" 
"Faster" 
Wisp then begged, something he does not normally do. His feet slided across the ground as he moaned in pain. 
Grimwell tossed the lighter near Wisp. It landed with a little clank and Wisp scooped it up immediately. Lighting the cigar, the relief rushed through him as he breathed in the smoke. The pain seemed to fade away instantly, but Wisp was still in shock. His eyes were misty grey like the smoke. 
Grimwell walked towards the door. "Ah, why live if you must endure such pain Wisp? Don't you realize that no one is here for you?" Wisp only stared back in hatred without saying a word. 
Grimwell tossed him a black sack. As Wisp opened it to see a coil of rope, Grimwell spoke tauntingly, "I suggest you hang it up on your ceiling, it will be good decoration until you decide to join it." With a cruel laugh the man disappeared from the door into the hallway. The light from outside bounced onto Wisp's face, reflecting through his half soulless eyes. His mouth was agape and he fell down to his hands and knees, still clutching onto his cigarettes and the coil of rope. 
These items disturbed him greatly
These items are a burden 
A grave burden
== Skye Timbers ==
*switching to the perspective of Skye
I groped my way down the hall to pick up Whirlwind. Luckily, I didn't suffer from any major injuries. That rider on the other hand, I have no idea what has happened to him. Sigh, I'm so stupid. Letting Whirlwind blow up that storm was a crap idea, like it would do any good if I blew him away anyways. Now I'm in the hospital and having to deal with this extra business. Mr. Grimwell hired me to race for him. He said that I was "talented and the perfect racer," which I always thought was true, because I could beat any racer. Many times me and Whirlwind could knock out all the other racers Grimwell had hired. I proved worthy, and he knew that I was incredibly valuable. But this time, he managed to make it a tie. Something unique surrounds that rider, unique like his bright blue flames...
I stopped by to see the room Whirlwind was held. Once I opened the door, Whirlwind excitingly bounded towards me. He chirruped and licked my face. This is why I love him. His green scales slid past my shirt as he hopped up and down cheerfully on his claws. I led him outside the door and towards the hallway.
Skittering in front of me, he peered back and paused to wait for me to catch up. Heh, he was always this energetic.
We walked out of the hospital, the trees and the air was refreshing, considering that I have been unconscious for a bit already. The bright blue sky welcomed me outside. Whirlwind stretched his wings, but they limped. I realized that he still needs to recover from the incident. He frowned, disappointed that he can't fly yet. I rubbed his snout, "I know, you really want to fly, but you gotta rest first okay bud?" Whirlwind gurgled and leaped around me in circles until he stopped and stared into a certain direction. I followed his gaze.
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The rider from blue flames... he's
Well he's surprisingly less intimidating now with a very visible blue cast on his arm. I also noticed that he was alone and had no dragon. If I had one word to describe him, it would be idiotic.
He was holding his jacket and helmet in his arms and looks slightly-no very distressed. His eyes look like someone literally suck out his soul. I didn't see his face very clearly at the start of the race since he was wearing his helmet.
Grabbing a close look, his face was as pale as the moon and his grey eyes squinted at the penetrating daylight. Hair flowed down his head in soft, grey, tufts, as if they were charred and made with smoke. His leg armor were on, they looked jagged and scary, with claw like talons at the end.
He noticed me and paused. Does he know who I am? Or is he just pausing to take a break? God, if he recognizes me, he's going to be hella mad. I better skedaddle.
I tried to look normal and walk away, but my feet were glued as he approached slowly. His eyes looked mad and crazed, he didn't look very normal.
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Whirlwind bounced up to the male rider, licking his face. Whirlwind seemed happy to meet him and the rider was petting him? "Whirlwind! Back!" I said as, Whirlwind ignored my instructions and continued to stick with the boy with a blue casing. He stared back at me while petting MY dragon. What the hell, Whirlwind was supposed to listen to ME. Since when did he become a dragon master?
The smoky and charred voice sliced the air, "This is your dragon?" I took a while to answer. "What, are you mute?" He patted Whirlwind and sent him running back to me. My racing dragon curled up on a tree near my left. Whirlwind looked between me and the rider from blue flames. I realized that I haven't answered yet.
"Uh yes, this is my dragon." My voice sounded unsure, and even a bit shaky. How am I scared of a rider I nearly beat in a race? He is an idiot, I reminded myself. Grimwell told me all the things about him, that he's greedy, selfish, and an overall scumbag. Yet, the legendary rider, he seems, well, fine. I stared at the ground without meeting his sight.
He scoffed, "What, how are ya suddenly silent? Weren't you bragging about beating me a day before? Or are you scared or something?"
Oh god, turns out he is a jerk afterall.
Leaving a glare I spat," How ridiculous of you, thinking I'd be scared. Wasn't I the one who almost ended your whole career? Or is it just that you're so much of an idiot you don't understand." 
Scoffing, he gave me a mean look, eyes like a storm, "Don't be so pathetic stupid girl. You know that without your dragon you are nothing, your skinny legs and arms show that. Be careful, or else somebody might just scrape your whole face off with a tree bark." 
Stupid idiot, I wanted to go up and snap his neck and sew his mouth up, but everything he said was true. I'm a very scrawny person, It's just in my blood, and I know that I wouldn't stand much of a chance in an actual fight, which is why I choose to race instead. 
I scowled, "Well, too bad you're still a scumbag. If you weren't so full of yourself I doubt Grimwell would've targeted you-" 
And that's when I slipped. I got so into the argument that I let out my secret. Now this obnoxious jerk knows. Great, just great. 
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"So you're telling me that son of a-.... is targeting me?" 
I can only stare away, pretending to take interest in the sleeping Whirlwind, who had tuned out on our heated conversation. 
He turned away, "It certainly was awful knowing you, so next time I see you, stay the hell away from me and Willow." 
I glanced at the legendary rider, upset and angered, walking down the path. Oh god, what am I going to do?
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