Pyrrhia's Beginning - WoF (The Beginning)

== Disclaimer and Details ==
Disclaimer - This happens much before the time of Darkstalker, the BeetleWing and LeafWing event, and the DoD prophecy, but a little after the Scorching. This could also include some not very noice topics. I'm not willing to explain them too. But still, if you're sensitive to this stuff don't read this.
Details - I said in a post ya'll could make fanart and/or covers of the main character. I'll be posting the art here. 
And one last small fact- I'm making a lot of stuff up. It's, y'know, back then. Thousands up years, and everything could've changed. So everything will be called differently, and some facts from the 'human' language will be used. Spice up the book! Yup!
== Part 1 - Flying Styled. ==
=== Chapter 1. ===
A bright, head-aching light woke her up. Sunbeam lifted her head, propping it with an arm. Another day to start.
Sunbeam started her morning ritual. She made coffee, took her morning fly, collected medical herbs, and read. Sunbeam didn't like reading, actually, but she had to learn up. If she wanted to be a healer, she needed to learn as much as possible. She was reading some weird and smelly book called Herbs and Healing. Whoever it was by must've been yawn-producing, she barely kept her eyes open when she read. Sunbeam still wasn't used to seeing humans outside, squeaking and crashing around. Dragons had started catching humans stealing eggs, and they burned their homes. Now barely any human is alive, and barely anyone has even seen a human.
I'm starting to get off-course. Focus, me. After reading, Sunbeam makes lunch and trades for goods. She needed more clay, and she had no pinecones. Then again, pine trees don't grow in the tropical forest. Sunbeam lives right on the edge of a rainforest, where many Frillers lived. Usually she went to a Friller village to trade, but this time she needed better supplies. She had to go upriver. Near a human settlement is a trading post. Often, humans would've come and traded things with dragons. Dragon and human supplies were considered 'equal', but now human supplies are worth much less than dragon. For a comparison, it'd take five rubies and a gold for a piece of dragon's copper. They started thinking this a few weeks ago, and it quickly caught on over the continent.
Whew, I'm tired. The flight had been extra long, because Sunbeam's conscience thought she should bring most of her supply here. The nearest trading stall was asking 'five pinecones for one cow-weight clay.' Five pinecones! And no line! This must be a blessed day. Sunbeam dove into the stall, and let out a breath. "Woah there, Sunbeam." The dragon talking was a Flat-tail. But to Sunbeam, he was known as Copperscale. "Cale. Why didn't I suspect, you're the cheapest dragon the trademarket knows." She sighed, and gave him five pinecones. "I save people a bunch, and who the moons needs this much clay? Not me." Cale inspected the pinecones (which were in a very good condition) and dug around the other side of the stall. Finally, Copperscale lifted a giant mound of wet and soaked clay onto the table. "I'm always a little bummed I never needa make you tax me for clay-water. Your perk of living in a swampy tree-mess." The Flat-tail must've had some sorta water bucket behind him, because he had bent over and cleaned his gold-glinting orange talons. "What do you need pinecones for again?" Sunbeam asked, antennae unfurling. She liked it when her antennae did that, they were usually stiff. "My kind sells a sweet substance made from the seed-sap of pinecones. It's a messy process, but all the money is worth it. I hear the Chilled are buying more because they discovered 'popiscles'. Which means our product has become their product, and they might start selling our product. Magnate Boar should sue them." Cale explained, growling when he finished. Sunbeam tipped her head, a little confused. Silk unfurled from her wrists, sacking the clay. "I'd call it resourceful. But you'd call it stealing. I don't care, but the popickles sound delish." Cale hissed, his flattened snout wrinkling. "It's popsicles, you dope." Sunbeam wasn't actually listening, she had gotten what she came for. "Yes, yes, I know, what I said! See ya, Cale!"
And just as Sunbeam took off, she landed right back down. The sun was shaking, and Sunbeam shrieked as the heavy clay landed on her. No, no, it wasn't the sun shaking. It was the ground. The ground shook and all over the world, a terrible roar split the continent apart.
== Chapter 2 - Un-soft Landing ==
"Sunbeam!" Cale lifted the clay sack off her, and Sunbeam fought to breath. "What's going on? What's that noise? Is this the end?!" Sunbeam choked out, grabbing Cale's arm. She watched the dragons around the market flee in terror, and the few that stayed struggle to keep their items undamaged. A few stalls had toppled over already, a few with dragons still inside. "It's not the end, Sunbeam. Just stay here, I'm going to help the tradesmarket." Just like that, Copperscale was gone. Sunbeam, still breathing hard and scared, sidestepped to a nearby stall. She leaned on the wood, fiddling with her tail. She peered into the distance. Were part of the mountains.. Fading? Sunbeam didn't notice the stronger waves of quake until she glanced at her shaking talon. But I'm not shaking myself. What's moving it? Her eyes widened, and she dashed from the shade. A second too late. The wooden stall's wall fell onto her, and everything fell black.
No head-aching bright light woke her up this time. Instead, a soft glow met her eyes. It was entirely too bright, either way. Sunbeam groaned as she propped herself up, and finally it hit her that she wasn't under a bunch of wood. She whipped her head around, trying to identify where she was, when a tray of crackers and tea was set down in front of her. A turquoise Ripple-tail had given her the platter of food, and Sunbeam squinted at them. "You are quite hostile, Buzz-wing." The Ripple-tail commented, wringing her talons together. The turquoise dragon seemed a little opposing and overwhelming, but by the posture and way she was fiddling she seemed nervous. "You were out for a couple days. That stallwood hit you hard, Buzz-wing. I was sure you'd wake up after I dragged you in my cave, but you didn't. If you're worried about all the bruises you got when hit with the clay and the stall, don't worry those're gone. I'm sorry, I chatter when I'm nervous.." Sunbeam looked at their overall appearance. They were turquoise (as Sunbeam had been calling her), with pale blue wings and emerald eyes. Her underbelly was jade and her light-up scales were a darker turquoise. "If you wanna call me something, jus' call me Atlantic."
== Chapter 3 - Embrace a Tide ==
Sunbeam scratched her head, meeting Atlantic's eyes. "I'm Sunbeam. If you wanna call me something." She joked, making Atlantic giggle. "How'd you heal me? I don't see anything related to herbs or bandages here." Sunbeam squinted through the dim light, but what she said was true. Atlantic had nothing of healing in her den.
(WIP! Being continued later or tomorrow!)
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