On the Bright Side

Category:Fanfictions
Category:Fanfictions (Incomplete)
Category:Fanfictions (Fanon)
== Prologue ==
The cold wind blows across the tundra. It carries its breeze into the window of a palace, made completely of ice. The cold breeze hits a dragon inside the room. The dragon is an IceWing. Her scales are an extremely light shade of blue. Her wing membranes are a dark cyan, and her eyes are a misty blue. She carries an aura of commanding about her. The signs of starvation show on her body, her ribs are showing through and her cheeks are sunken in.
She jumps, startled, as the door to her room opens. In walks another IceWing. Her eyes are full of sadness. “Queen Frostburn, your majesty, I-“
“Oh, don’t go on another rambling rang about dragons asking for more food, we are giving out as much food as possible. I need a casualty report.” The queen demanded angrily.
“Three hundred and sixty four dead, six hundred and seventy six ill, and one hundred fifty six left to care for them, including members of the royal family, and higher ups.” The general replied wearily.
The queen sighs, glaring at her talons. “And the cure research?”
“No progress.” The general replies.
”It seems there is only one thing left to do...” the Queen begins.
”And that is?” the general questions, shuffling nervously.
”Do you know what we do with the dead to make sure the disease does not spread?” The Queen asked the general.
”We freeze them, then bury them in the dark glacier.” The general answers.
”And this effectively keeps the disease from spreading?” The Queen continues.
”The healers believe so.” The general replies.
”Then it is the only way we know of to contain the sickness, is it not?”
“Y- Yes.” the general stammers.
”Then we must bury the ill.” The Queen says, frowning.
”Bury them?! Alive? They would die!” He protests.
”But it will keep the healthy alive.“
“But there are dragonets! Mothers, families, more than half the population will be destroyed!”
“Do you think I know not the consequences of this decision!” The Queen roars, “It is what must be done to keep the IceWing tribe alive!“
”But surely we can find a cure..”
”Not without anyone to research it. Announce the order General Fang.” Frostburn hisses.
General Fang nods and turns. As he leaves the room, dragging his tail behind him dejectedly.
“And General.” Queen Frostburn says.
”Yes?” he asks weakly.
”See to it that it is painless as possible.” She replies.
”I will Queen Frostburn, I will.” He answers.
As the general leaves the Queen swears something to herself quietly. “You will not win Red Death, not while I live.”
== Chapter 1 - 500 years in the future ==
Whoops, haven’t written this yet, sorry! ~~~