Assasins of Night

==Prologue ==
The warm, evening air was carried on a soft breeze as the light of a full moon shone down in top of the desert sands. For miles around it was desolate, and empty, desolate and perfect for hiding secrets, buried far beneath the ground in the Obsidian Caves. Hawkmoth turned her head away from the endless sands in disgust at the little progress her workers had made since starting. The caves, still empty, had yet to be cleared, and the arena still had to be built, as well as all of the other necessary areas, if her plans were to work. The caves were the most important part, and they had barely started, much less gotten to any of the truly difficult aspects.
Faintly, crickets sang in the background, creating a melody of chirps to go along with the breeze. As the sky darkened further, Hawkmoth clenched her talons in annoyance. She could not wait any longer, the stress of everything had caught up to her in the last months and she was tired of the lack of consideration towards that. Lost in bitter thoughts, she never noticed the dragon standing behind her, with midnight scales and maroon eyes. Red as the blood that trickled from his sides, where long claws had gouged into them.
Night had fallen now, and this dark dragon was in his element, soon to be his world. Hawkmoth was blissfully unaware of this, as she dwelled in the turmoil of thought and feeling. Until the dragon spoke, seeming to chill the night air with his voice. "I take it you have been waiting... but hopefully by now you realize the dragon your waiting for will not come". His voice was smooth, in a cold horrible way that made her shiver, as much as the fear in her heart did. Bravery had no place in her heart, but neither did cowardice.
Flicking her tail, Hawkmoth turned around, standing to her full height, with her wings spread elegantly behind her back. Only then did she see her opponent, or she assumed, in his full size, and ferocity. His ebony mass was large and upon his back were two, huge Skywing wings, but his most horrible feature was the lower jawline. The lower half of his mouth was exposed, and the better part of the jaw looked to have been ripped off. His eyes had no light in them, only a cruel darkness, that seemed to sneer at her with its brutal stare.
Hawkmoth gasped at the sight of him. This was never supposed to happed, never in her life should it have been broken. Her stand was over, now that she saw what lay in her path. His reign had just began, and with it, came the fall of the queens, all of them, all of their family. All of her family. Without knowing it, she had held her breath, which was not stuck inside of her chest. No. Not stuck... it was held there by a force she would never understand.
A force Hawkmoth would never have time to comprehend as she faded into the dark hold of death. Panic arose in her eyes, as she clawed at her throat and lungs as the air was sucked out of them. It swirled around her head, pulling the air from her throat and lungs and pushing it away. Further... gone... nothing. That was her last impression as she faded to dark.
"I will not fall" The midnight red dragon said to the dark air, filling it with the air he had stolen from Hawkmoths body. There was not moonlight now, only darkness that filled every empty space inside of the world. "We Shall rise...". And those who heard those words would never see the sun rise, just as the queens would never rule their kingdoms, once he rose.
== Chapter One ==
Glade was awoken to the sound of shouts and jeers, outside of her cell. The noises echoed off of the cave walls, creating an eerie effect. The moist damp air had condensed on her snout, leaving little beads of cold water. Her mind foggy from sleep, she slid out of her cot, and onto the slick ground, her claws digging into the hard stone beneath. Leaving small scratches in the floor.
The shouts grew louder and Glade wrinkled her snout in annoyance at the noise. She huffed, and lashed her tail, it was late, and everyone was supposed to be sleeping, or possibly dead. Dead worked better for her, most of the dragonetts there were either annoying, or dull, or didn't have the brains enough to tell the night from day. But of course none of them ever died, only the interesting dragons with personality seemed to get the rough end of the deal.
Out of the corner of Glade's eyes, she saw someone else get out of bed, mumbling something about arguing baboons. His orange wings smacked against the ceiling as he stretched fumbling with with a knife as he tried to strap in onto his foreleg. She looked away, and turned her attention to the cave outside of the cell which was now bustling with angry loud dragons. All of them from different tribes.
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