Ashes and Embers

Written by Siren and Raven. This is a first draft, and will be revised.
== Prologue (first draft) ==
History ran along the corridors of the NightWing palace. She wouldn’t, she thought frantically as she flapped her wings in a futile effort to go faster. She couldn’t! This is our entire history we’re talking about! 
But History knew that Queen Truthteller could. And she would. She was the queen of the entire NightWing tribe. If she wanted to destroy all of the scrolls in the kingdom so she could rewrite herself as the first and best ruler of the tribe, then it was as good as done. History had no illusions that she could stop Truthteller, or whoever she sent to do her dirty work, but she had to try.
History dashed into the enormous NightWing library just as she saw Tenebrous, the queen’s top general, enter the room from the other door. I have to stop him? History thought. Tenebrous wasn’t the best fighter in the army, or the bravest, but he was the most loyal to Queen Truthteller and if she told him to do something, he wouldn’t stop until the job was done. 
She ran in front of the biggest shelf of scrolls and spread her wings, blocking it from Tenebrous. He walked over in front of her and sighed. “History, you know I have to do this, right? The queen ordered me to.”
“You don’t have to obey all of her orders, you know!” she told him. “You’re your own dragon! You can make your own choices!”
“I’m not dumb enough to do that,” Tenebrous said. “Because then she’ll kill me. And frankly, I don’t want to be killed. So if you could step aside so that I could do my job, that would be great.”
“I can’t,” History said. “I-i just can’t.” How could she explain to Tenebrous about the weight of the history behind her? How could she tell him about the impact every single scroll behind her had on the entire tribe, from the littlest story to the biggest encyclopedia? “Please, just let me talk to Truthteller.”
Tenebrous sighed again. “I’m sorry, History. Now please, step away from the scrolls.”
History shook her head. Tenebrous was a level-headed dragon. He wouldn’t kill another dragon unless he absolutely had to. Or if that dragon was blocking the way to a rack of scrolls that his queen had ordered him to destroy. . .
They stared at each other for a minute. Then Tenebrous closed his eyes, inhaled, and breathed a burst of flames engulfing the scrolls, the shelves, and History.
History’s eyes widened and she dropped to the floor. Behind her, the scrolls burst into flames, the tongues of fire rapidly consuming the dry paper and the wooden shelves until there was nothing left but charred wood and floating bits of ash.
Tenebrous opened his eyes and looked at the destruction before walking stiffly out of the library. He didn’t see a young dark purple NightWing come running out of the shadows and drop to her knees next to her dead mother, tears spilling down her cheeks. He didn’t see her turn towards the doorway he had disappeared through with narrowed eyes and he didn’t hear her swear that she would get revenge, no matter what.
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