Storm of dragons

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== Epilougue ==
Manchineel ran as fast as her legs could carrry her. she darted through undergrowth and slipped over dead, rotting leaves. Coming here was a mistake she thought. The bloody knife felt like it wieghed a thousand pounds and her dark scales were a dark green, as close as she could get to camoflauging with the rainforest. Her light blue eyes were wide with fear, their pupils a slit, and her breath was shaky. She thrust herself upward, using all of the force in her wings, she batted the air around her, gasping for breath. She flew over to the coast, swiftly, turning to make sure she wasn't followed. the looked up and saw the dragon's shadow towering over her. Their muscular build and towering haunches would make her shudder.
"Welcome back Manchineel" Deathfortune hissed. A different type of smile crawled on top of Deathfortune's face, it clawed into her eyes. It wasnt a smile Manchineel had seen before, but the did not like this new smile. Manchineel didn't know what kind of smile, but it wasn't a happy one. It wasnt a proud one, it wasn't a pitiful one. This smile was sinisterly quet. only then had Manchineel noticed all the features of Deathfortune's face. Her teeth, sharp as sythe, her eyes, a deep blood-orange, her nostrils, filling with smoke.
As Manchineel stared into Deathfortune's face, she only thought of one thing;
There is no escape now.
== Chapter 1 ==
Sandpiper woke up, thrashing her eyelids open. She stared around the room and then sat on her bed. oh good.. it was just a nightmare. She thought. Sandpiper packed their stuff and lugged her large bag out. She got up to her feet and flew as fast as she could, all the way to possibility. She wrenched her bracelet around her arm and landed at her store. She set up her materials and waited. Today it was a monday, a bad day for buisness. She saw a Skywing walk by.
"Here! Sir! Come over here, Please!" She held and waved a jewelry that was similar to the mesh in his armor. The Skywing padded over. She said, "i see you have good taste" The Skywing nodded, glancing around at his obsidian rings and diamond earrings.
"Hello my name is Oiseau, now could we please get to buisness? Good. Now how many scales for that bracelet of yours?" Oiseau said. 
She blinked and looked around. "First of all, why is your name weh-zou? Second of all, this bracelet isn't being sold."
"Well theyre always being sold, no matter what the price." He threw a handful of scales to her.
Sandpiper paused. They could get a bargain from this rich Skywing. 
"No! This is not for sale! Please go away.."
Oiseau shrugged. He walked away, leaving the scales at her stand. He walked back into possibility, as he gazed into the sky.
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Sandpiper arrived back at the hut and unpacked her thing. Duststorm wasn't home so she helped herself to a generous serving of dates. Dates tasted bad to her at first, but now she liked them quite a lot, she had to get used to eating the dates from the palms in the front of the hut. She got into her room. Although her and Duststorm needed money, there were a few casualties she was able to have, and that included quite a bit of a large stone pool. It was made of grind sandstone, and it was from before her father left her. Sandpiper was told quite often that her father was rich, and she looked much more like him than she looked like Duststorm. Duststorm kept the stone pool, for Sandpiper, because Sandpiper enjoys the water, and she gets it from her father's side. As she went to her room, she pushed away thoughts that she could control. Sandpiper laid on her hammock as she pulled aside the drapes and felt a cool wind drift inside. The room was adorned with shells and such, as the Seawing-Sandwing hybrid laid her head on her arms and drifted off to sleep. 
* * * 
Sandpiper blinked slowly while she turned and gazed at her claws. She had broken shards of glass and blood-red ink all over her scales. Or at least she thought it was ink. She was given vivid memories of her as a child. She remembered Seafoam leaving. She blinked back tears as she was enveloped in a shadow-like substance. A towering figure grabbed her shoulders and its wispy tongue whispered to her "Your life is a lie" and faded away.
Sandpiper looked down and saw a Dragonet looking up at her, he looked about the age of six. he was a mudwing with pales tan scales, and a bit of webbed talons. "are you lost?" the dragonet asked her. Sandpiper hesitated to answer and as her mouth opened. she couldn't breathe. she was gasping for air and- 
As the warm morning sun covered her like a blanked, Sandpiper snapped her eyes open, and ran out the door. Sandpiper 
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