Choose Your Own Fate

== ⟟⋏⋏⍜☊⟒⋏☊⟒- Beginning from the End ==
You are not yourself. You are alone. You are nothing.
You’re standing in the Joy Space. You’ve always been there. It’s always black as the darkest abyss, and quiet as a joyful demise. Nothing ever happens here. You’re just alone. You aren’t living. You aren’t dead. 
You lift your black- No. No, that’s not right. Your wings were a snowy white. Weren’t they? What’s happening? 
You suddenly realize what’s wrong, and you feel laughter bubbling up in your chest. You’re dreaming! Just like before! Of course this isn’t real. You’ve no wings to look at! You’re nothing! You laugh and laugh. It’s so ironic, so hilarious. This is just one of your weird dreams you always get teased about by the other! You laugh so hard your chest hurts, protesting with small prickles of sharp pain. You wheeze, and laugh harder. They laugh with you, cackling deliriously. 
You feel your night-black talons dig into your temples. Dark purple blood streams down your face and gets in your eyes, painting the nothing in a lovely shade of white violet. It only makes you more amused. It was all a dream. Nothing could happen to me here! It’s all fake! 
Your dead, bloodshot eyes roll around and around, like a merry-go-round, in their sockets. They feel dryer than your dust. They feel pain. It makes it so much more hilarious. It won’t stop.
It’s SO FUNNY! You’re absolutely dying of laughter.
You feel the light come closer, promising you another chance. 
If I mess it up, I won't come back. Your laughter grows louder, but their laughter stops. I’ll be gone forever. You see the familiar IceWing standing in the grassy clearing and dig in your talons harder, and feel satisfaction as the blood flows out. It's not yours.
The only thing you can hear is the sound of your growing screams.
==1 - First Demise==
Your eyes crack open and a jolt of shock shakes you. Wha- Where..? Weren’t you just in the Ice Kingdom? Right. You were holding Landslip’s note, and…
Landslip. Was this where they were? You aren’t sure; everything’s foggy. A wave of pure panic washes over you as you realize that you can’t even remember your own name. Oh, dear, you think wryly, desperately trying to ignore the horror rising in your throat, pushing it down with false amusement. 
Panic won’t resolve anything, You think, an attempt to calm yourself.
A stretch of moor that seemed to go on forever was painted in front of a lovely blue sky. The sun was shining serenely, and there was a cool breeze in the air. It seemed like a wonderful place to live. It seemed like paradise. Yet… 
No birds were singing. There was no animal life roaming the plain. Everything seemed strangely… Flat. You feel a trickle of sweat slip down your neck and can’t suppress a shiver of trepidation, although you’re not sure why.
This doesn’t seem like anywhere in Pyrrhia. Pyrrhia. Pantala. Suddenly names rush back into your mind. 
Despite your weariness, you can still feel your growing determination warming your spirit. You had to go on, for the sake of everything you knew. 
As you walk, you try to focus on why you’re here. …Why were you here? Was it something Darkstalker did? No, it couldn’t be. They’d defeated the NightWings, hadn’t they? 
…Hadn’t they? 
Minutes stretch into hours in surreal motion as you walk through the moor for what seems like forever. Nothing ever changes. It’s all the same. The grasslands were endless. You were walking to nowhere.
Eventually, you need to rest, even though you feel deep foreboding just thinking about it. You turn around to find a comfortable-looking, cool patch of sand on the moor. It seems to be calling out to you, whispering your name in the breeze. It seemed obvious. Lie down and rest. Still… Cold claws gripped your neck as you stared at it. Something had gone terribly wrong here. You backed away hastily, then stopped. You shake your wings, scolding yourself. You were just being paranoid. You take a hesitant step forward, then scold yourself once more, and stubbornly flop down onto the sand. At once it sinks beneath your talons. 
Quicksand! You desperately claw at the sand, and despair when you feel yourself sinking further into the hole. Strangely, even as your head sinks beneath the surface, you feel no fear. It’s as if you weren’t even sinking at all. 
But as you feel your breath fading, panic starts to spiral through your head. Darkness presses at the edges of your mind, threatening to pull you in. 
Is this how it’ll end for me? …It feels so… Pointless, after everything…
Just as you feel yourself slipping away, you feel a cool, wet talon grasp your own. As you are pulled out of the quicksand, you feel the darkness fall away and you gasp with relief as air fills your desperate lungs.
You freeze, suddenly remembering the talon that pulled you free. You felt them staring at you, and, feeling unexplainable dread, slowly looked up at them.
An ink-black dragon with teardrop scales next to their eyes stood next to you. They were decidedly horrifying. For the most part, they looked like a normal dragon. A pattern of yellow and orange circles on her wings, sharp, neat claws, basic dragon anatomy.
That was, until you looked up into their eyes. Or, eye. 
Instead of two, normal eyes, this dragon had one large eye floating on their snout. The eye holes on the sides of their head were leaking out a strange black liquid with dark red holes where their eyes should be. Smaller eyes were scattered across their scales, all blinking in sync.
Even stranger, they had two tails and six wings, nothing you’ve ever seen before.
You look directly at their face and your heart skips a beat. Half of their scales were melting off, dripping with black ooze. In its place, half an IceWing head stared at you with a dead, amber eye. The clouded eye seemed to gaze at you, and plead you to understand something.
Something about the half-IceWing, though, seemed so…
The terrifying new dragon paused, and made a gesture with their tails. Their voices sounded like a million different dragons talking at once, stuttering with a strange glitching noise. Yet it sounded familiar. Who..?
“Come with me.”
Category:Fanfictions (Incomplete)
Category:IceWings
Category:Mature Content
Category:Genre (Horror)
Category:Genre (Mystery)
Category:Fanfictions
Category:Content (Darklight's Cavern)