Same Mind, Same Soul

The rest of Mojave's story....
==Prologue==
It started just like any other day. Jackson began to realize that it was morning, and time to go to school. He got dressed, ate breakfast, grabbed his homework, his phone, and went to wait by the bus stop. Pretty normal, right? No magic wands, a prophecy, or anything. Just a normal kid, with a normal life. So far, anyway. Little did Jackson know, he was about to be introduced to a whole new world, where everything in the story books that he had read countless times came to life. A world where there were no bus stops, or even busses. A world ruled by magnificent beasts that breathed fire. A world called Pyrrhia.
== Chapter One ==
Come on, come on.... Those were Mojave's thoughts as he tried to escape the assassins that were following close behind. His leather pouch thudded against his chest like a second heart. All I had to do was steal ONE thing, and I failed miserably. Typical. Just like I failed defending the Island. Just like I failed- Mojave's train of thought was broken as he tripped over a small rock poking out of the sand. "Unf!" He grunted, as his head slammed on the ground.
"Ha! I knew it! I knew dat tiny rainwing brain o' his wouldn't stand a chance in da desert!" Squawked one of the Sandwing assassins. " Issa' shame, really. I wanted to get a good fight in, at least." Mojave took a moment to analyze the dragon. He was wearing a brown cloak, which made it somewhat harder, but he could see that the Sandwing that insulted him (who, Mojave thought, was an ignorant fool with no respect for hybrids,) was a skinny, lean dragon who seemed to be the outcast of the group.
"Shut up, Finch. All we need is the amulet." The larger dragon who had spoken turned to Mojave. "Your a hybrid, I see. Sandwing-Rainwing, I believe. Now, would you be so kind as to hand over the piece of treasure you stole? Here, if you give me that, you can have this." The dragon pulled out a large diamond in an intricate golden lantern, with a beautiful silhouette of a dragon carved onto the dome at the top.
The smaller dragon looked in horror and was about to say something, but the third one cut him off. "Oh, yes," He said with a nasally voice, "The, erm, Diamond Lantern! Carved by none other than the Queen herself! It is very, very, valuable. Worth more than that puny necklace, I'm sure of it." The large dragon cast Mojave a smug look, but Mojave knew what the amulet was worth.
"Hmm. How about... no." Mojave uncurled his poisonous barb, and prepared himself to attack the assassins. The big one got the first hit, scraping his talons across Mojave's neck. Mojave swung his tail at them, but instead of feeling flesh, he felt just air. In that split second, a spurt of black venom launched from his tail and onto his victim.
As the large dragon roared in pain, Mojave dashed away. The smaller dragon seemed to notice, and ran towards Mojave. He was very fast, and Mojave didn't know how much longer it would be until the dragon caught up. Mojave jumped backwards, pinned the dragon to the ground, and slashed his claws along his neck until he was crying and begging for him to stop.
Mojave ran and ran, and once he seemed safe, he decided to lay down. Just then, deafening pain streaked through his head. For a moment, all he could see was solid magenta, and then he saw a flash of a real image. An odd image, yes, but an image none the less. He saw a scavenger wearing odd rags. No, not rags, clothes made out of some sort of fabric-like material, that looked smoother than most wool jackets he had sometimes seen dragons wearing. And a large metal structure, painted yellow. It had many windows, and the scavenger walked inside. Then it started moving. Without anything pulling it! Then, the world went black and Mojave fell into a dreamless sleep.
== Chapter Two ==
Mojave woke up with a start. What in the world was that?, he wondered. He shook his head, and started heading towards the Outpost. He wondered why he had joined this organization, as he had many times before. But soon enough, that thought led him back to the odd 'vision' he had. Was it some sort of glimpse of the future, or was he going insane? He'd seen flashes of magenta before, but not otherworldly images of oddly advanced scavengers! 
As he walked, he kept thinking up reasons for the weird phenomenon that he had just experienced. However, the only logical explanation was that he had gone insane. He realized that he had walked all the way to the Outpost, and greeted Goldenrod, who let him through the gate.
No matter how many times he questioned why he had come here, he was always reassured that he had made the right choice when he saw the towering metal scaffolds. Other dragons may use stone or wood, but the Goldenclaws, his family of loyal mercenaries, used steel. Soon, their tower would be the pride and joy of the Sand Kingdom, and maybe even Pyrrhia! 
"Mojave! Mojave, Lady Goldwing wants to speak with you!" Mojave turned and looked at the dragon who had called his name. He saw a small, skinny MudWing panting as if he had run across the continent to deliver this message. Mojave nodded and turned towards the wooden hut that his leader stayed in. It was small, but it had a very nice interior. When he walked inside, the dragon sitting at a desk hissed, "Mojave! Do you have the Amulet?" Without letting Mojave answer, she yanked the pouch of his neck and rifled through it until she found what she was looking for. "Ah, finally! The Redfang Family Heirloom. I thought I would never have it!" She threw the pouch back at Mojave, who put it back on quickly. "Oh, yes," his leader said, "You can have your promotion now. Happy Promotion Day, or whatever." Mojave slipped out of the hut, and then smiled. He had finally gotten his promotion! He was a Silver now!
He walked towards the mission center and wrote his name on the queue. As he waited for Diamondtail to call him up, his mind wandered back to his first true home. It was a hut, relatively close to the beach, with a kitchen and a bedroom. He remembered his basement that he had built as well. Then he remembered the rusty bullet he had buried near the hut. Now it was gone forever. He would never see it again. Just like how he would never see- "Mojave! We have a mission for you! Come to the back, please." Mojave got up and walked through the door that led him to the briefing room. To his surprise, there was another dragon other than Diamondtail. The Icewing could see his worry and replied, "Don't worry Mojave, It's just one duo mission, not a partnership."
Mojave relaxed a little, but he still didn't want another dragon to be part of his mission. He glared at the Seawing and turned back to Diamondtail, who was about to tell them the mission. "Alright boys, it's going to be an easy one today! All you have to do is get into the Skywing market, and steal a few pieces of scrap-metal from the waste yard in the back. You leave at sundown." Mojave looked at his ally, and could see that he was afraid. Must be a Copper I'm working with. Great. Mojave nodded and walked out of the building, and then noticed the Seawing following close behind.
"Uh, h-hi!" Stammered the dragon. "It's an honor to be working with you, sir! My name is Shellfish, but you can call me Shell, if you like. But, uh you don't have to! It's totally up to you. Anyway, when are we gonna start preparing for the mission? Are we going to practice our combat skills?"
Mojave looked at his co-worker and said, "First, your gonna let me sleep. And second, we're raiding a junkyard, not assassinating the queen. No, we don't do that.", he said as the dragonets eyes widened. The young dragon skipped away and Mojave found a nice cushion to sleep on. Well, here we go again, he thought as he drifted off into sleep.Category:Fanfictions (Semi-Canon)
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