Not All Futures...

What if...?

What if the dragonets were different?

What if Asha and Hvitur weren't the guardians killed?

What if there was more than one reality?

What if the entire series was different just because of these events?

**What if there was an alternate reality?**

Welcome to *Not All Futures,*a much darker version of *The Dragonet Prophecy.*

*wip XD*

Mature warning! Violence

## Characters

I have to keep track of ’em

* Turquoise: SeaWing, DoD

* Blizzard: IceWing, DoD.
* Crow: NightWing, DoD, protagonist.
* Buzz: SandWing, DoD.
* Citrine: SkyWing, DoD.
* Asha: Guardian.
* Hvitur: Guardian.
* Kestrel: Guardian
* Scarlet: Villain.
* Ember: rebellion leader.

## Part One: Broken Prophecies

### Prologue

Dune ran through the hatchery. “No, no... *no!*” An empty nest lay ahead of him. Somebody had taken the SkyWing egg.

*They knew he was coming.*

He felt his heartbeat accelerate. *Another egg, lost.* First, the MudWing egg. It had been smashed by one of Burn’s guards. The SeaWing egg had been lost to the depths of the ocean. Burn had known then, too. A scuffle ensued, and the egg was lost at the same time Webbs was killed.

Burn had allies everywhere. Burn *was* everywhere. *And someone had warned her about this one too.*

Dune limped to the other side of the hatchery. A different egg sat there. It wasn‘t a SkyWing egg, but black and glowing with stars. *What was a NightWing egg doing there?* He picked it up cautiously. It was round and smooth, perfectly shaped. He tucked it under one arm, prepared to sneak out the same way he sneaked in.

He climbed down the window, gripping a knotted rope. *Three moons, why couldn’t Kestrel have done this instead? Or any other dragon, for that matter. Webbs. Asha. Hvitur.* He sighed, still clutching the egg.

He reached the bottom. Forest surrounded him. He smiled, glad to be free.

”Honestly?”

Dune ran as fast as he could. Something grabbed his wing, his good wing. Pain ripped through him like fire. A small SkyWing that almost resembled Kestrel stared at him. She smiled.

She touched him again. He screamed.

”Peril. Leave the poor SandWing alone. I think he should be permitted to... send a message to his friends.”

Dune shivered. He clutched his searing wing, falling to the ground. ”Stop!” he screamed. ”Stop it!”

Queen Scarlet laughed, her teeth forming a hideous smile. ”Run along, little SandWing.”

The two dragons walked off, leaving Dune alone outside the palace. He trembled, trying to stand up. Maybe this was all just a dream, a bad dream...

He inched forwards, wincing. Everything felt like a haze. The NightWing egg was still safely tucked under his arm. He pulled it close and tried to keep moving. Darkness overtook him.

——-

“Dune should be around here somewhere. I wonder what would keep him so long.”

Kestrel and Hvitur trudged through the forest. Hvitur’s thoughts were occupied. Nothing was working the way it was supposed to. Morrowseer still hadn’t contacted him. No Morrowseer, no NightWing egg. Hadn’t they lost enough already? The NightWing and SkyWing eggs were their last hopes.

”What’s that?” Kestrel asked. A few meters away was a golden-brown figure, mostly obscured by greenery. It was a SandWing. And the ripped wing identified it as Dune.

Hvitur walked over. “Dune?” he said, prodding his friend. “Dune, wake up?”

Dune‘s eyes flickered open. “Webbs, is that you?”

”Dune, it’s me... Hvitur. What happened?” Hvitur moved a fern. He noticed, for the first time, the giant wound on Dune’s wing. He stifled a gasp, turning it into a cough. Dune had been hurt by someone, something. He had probably crawled all the way here by himself.

Who would do this?

”The... egg. No... SkyWing egg. Get... any other egg, please. Find...” Dune’s eyes closed again. He shifted over, revealing an egg hidden from sight. “Save the egg.”

Kestrel and Hvitur looked at each other. Kestrel pulled out a knife. “Dune, it’s going to be okay. We‘ll get you home,” Hvitur whispered, holding back tears. “You won’t be in pain any longer. It’s going to be alright.”

*We can’t save him.* Kestrel plunged the knife into his heart. *I’m sorry, Dune. At least you won’t be in pain any longer...*

 Hvitur picked up the egg. Kestrel gingerly picked up Dune’s body. They flew away.

—-

“We have five eggs.”

Kestrel, Hvitur, and Asha all shared a glance. They had buried Webbs and Dune the day before. Finding replacements wasn’t easy, but they had succeeded. An IceWing, a SandWing, a NightWing, a SkyWing, and a SeaWing. It wasn’t ideal. *We can make them think they’re the real dragonets.*

*Honestly, they’re the best thing we’ve got.*

### Chapter One

Crow dodged the attack, hissing. Blizzard leapt again, dust floating behind her. Crow ducked, his lithe body moving easily on the smooth rocky floor. The IceWing grabbed his arm, pinning him down. He looked up at her.

“Are you going to let me go?”

“Not until you say it.”

“No.” She glared at him. “Fine. IceWings are smarter than NightWings.”

“And?”

“Stronger.”

She sighed. “All in one sentence, please.”

“IceWings are smarter and stronger than NightWings. Now, will you let me go?”

Blizzard stepped back somewhat reluctantly. Crow stood up. A thin line of blood was already trickling out of his mouth. He wiped it away. *I lost again.* Blizzard, the IceWing, smiled triumphantly.

It really was no surprise, especially considering Blizzard’s hulking physique. Crow was skinny and small. He looked younger than most of the other dragonets, despite being 5 years old as well. Blizzard and Citrine loved to tease him about his weight. And of course, he had to keep getting into fights with Blizzard. It wasn't his fault that she was so annoying.

A SkyWing stalked into the room. She cast a glare at Crow, but smiled warmly at Blizzard. ”That was... good, Blizzard. Your skills are improving.”

Blizzard grinned back. ”Thank you, Kestrel. I couldn't do it without Crow here being such a good punching bag.” She playfully jabbed him in the ribs. Kestrel nodded, her eyes flickering around the room.

“That’s great. Crow, can we talk for a second?”

Crow nodded. Blizzard looked at him, sympathy in her gaze. “What did you do?” Blizzard whispered.

Kestrel walked out of the room. Crow followed. *Nothing!* He mouthed.

Kestrel looked at him expectantly. Asha sighed deeply, her eyes sorrowful. Hvitur just stared at the wall, not meeting his gaze.

“What? What is it?”

“Crow...” Asha stared at him sadly. Of all the guardians, he was closest to Asha. She was brave and powerful, but also kind. He looked up to her. “Crow, we found something.”