Lagoons of the deep: A WoF Fanfic

By Administraitors Muskox & Qinter

## Cover Art

1-Qinter, By Qinter

2-Muskox, By Muskox

## Muskox

Muskox

WARNING

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## Chapter one (Kingfisher)

They were moving to Possibility. Kingfisher could ***NOT wait.***"Are we there yet?" Kingfisher asked. *The dragonets of....well, not destiny, but they stopped so many things! They stopped Darkstalker! And they live HERE!*

"No, sweetheart," His mother, Peregrine said in a polite voice.

"Do you *have* to be so annoying?" His sister, Thrush asked, in a much-less-nice-irritated voice.

"I just CAN'T WAIT!"

"Calm down, will you?" Thrush said. "Don't be such a pain in the *tail.”*

"Thrush, please watch your language," Peregrine said, in a hushing voice. "Only two more miles of flying. We are SkyWings. We can do this."

*We are going to go to this place! We can meet everyone and clap wings and everything!*

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It wasn't quite what Kingfisher had expected.

"Fresh seagulls! Caught today!" shouted a male SeaWing, in a stall that read: 'FRESH SEAGULLS: CAUGHT AT THE WHARF TODAY'.

"Cacti! Ya never know when you'll need 'em!" cried a maimed SandWing, in a much-less-beautiful stall.

*It was so **loud.*** How would he sleep?

"Hey!"

Kingfisher turned around.

A IceWing was trotting towards him.

"What's your name? Are you new? Do you need help? What is it like to be new?" the IceWing exploded.

"Uhh.....that's a lot of questions."

"Sorry Everyone says that," He looked ashamed.

"My name is Muskox," He introduced himself. "What's your name?"

"Oh, hi, I'm Kingfisher."

But Muskox was barely paying attention. He was studying Kingfisher's talons. "Cool scales," Muskox observed.

"MUSKOX!" A IceWing Shouted. “It's not polite to do that!”

A SandWing trotted forward.

"I'm sorry, he always does this."

"Daaad!" Muskox yelled.

The IceWing walked up. “I'm sorry, he always greets new dragons like this. I'm Winter, Muskox's father, and that's Qibli, His father, too.”

Kingfisher froze.

He was staring two heroes.

## Chapter two (Muskox)

Muskox walked through the hallways of his hut, wondering what to do. Listening to his parents argue for hours, check. Watching Markhor for a while, check. Greet the new dragons.....not a check there.

"Hey, Muskox!" Twilight, his brother said. "What'ere you doing?" Imagining yourself with Markhor? Twilight burst into giggles.

Muskox whacked him with his tail, and somehow Twilight managed to laugh harder**.**

"Can we play something? I'm bored."

"SURE!" Twilight shouted.

And so that's how he convinced his brother to play talons and tails for the rest of the afternoon.

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"DINNER!" Winter bellowed.

Both Twilight and Muskox trotted over. Whenever Winter shouted, it was usually something important.

Muskox sat in his seat, right next to Winter. Father was always more comforting. Of course he couldn't really say '*father'* or else both parents would come running, but Muskox liked to think about that.

Qibli always seemed bursting with energy, and Winter always seemed to be soothing. A lot of other dragons said it was the opposite, but Muskox disagreed.

"We have news." Qibli said.

"What?" Twilight asked, his wings fluttering so fast you could practically say that he was flying.

"Do you remember the new dragons who came yesterday?"

"YES!!" Twilight and Muskox cried at the same time.

Twilight hadn't talked to Kingfisher, of course, but he had seen him from a distance.

"They can't afford to buy a house." Qibli countiued.

Muskox's heart sank. But the next sentence Qibli said, was the best he could have heard.

"We invited them to live with us."

Muskox's mind exploded.

## Chapter three (Markhor)

Markhor wandered through the streets of Possibility and hoping to find something interesting. She had heard of the news of a newcomer, and hoped to find him somewhere to give him advice before he got himself killed acting to cheerful around everyone and the battle-hardened warriors.

Soon, she found a small red shape hanging out with Muskox, her fianceé.

Muskox's eyes caught hers. "Markhor!" He shouted, grinning ear to ear. "I have really good news!"

Markhor frowned. Muskox's idea of 'good news' wasn't the same as her. Once he'd knocked on her door and woken her up at 3 am just to tell her he'd found a crab. But Markhor listened anyway. "What?" She asked, making her IceWing horns frill up. "The new drag-" He caught himself. He cleared his throat. "*Kingfisher"* He said regally. "Is going to live with us."

"Ooookay." Markhor said. "But have you told him about who to bow and scrape to and who to not? Like not to give tribute to brutes who want money and aren't as tough as they seem?"

Muskox gulped. "Well, not really."

"Then it looks like we've got some learning to do."

## Chapter four (Markhor)

Markhor sat at the table in the resturant *Luxurious,* which they had gotten in free, as Winter and Qibli had paid for it. Muskox was late. She sat there for a couple more minutes, and decided she'd had enough. She walked out of the resturant and ran straight into Muskox.

"Why are you so late?" She complained.

"...Sorry. Twilight kept bugging me about some school project. Anyways, I'm here. What's the problem?" Muskox answered.

"I wanted to discuss what you're going to do about Kingfisher."

Muskox looked startled. "What do you mean?"

Markhor looked at him, confused. She thought he knew that they were supposed to be talking about how to tell Kingfisher about the dangers of going to nightclubs, all the war teams they were supposed to pay tributes. It had all been mentioned in the letter she sent him. He had probably just read the title. If he had read *any* of it.

She explained the situation. They sat down and ordered Roasted Polar Bear, a special for the weekend.

"Well, he's definitley read the scrolls. I read to him all forty-seven of them."

"What else? Did you get him to practice fighting dummies?" She pressed him.

"WHAT?! He's not going to have to fight anyone! Qibli would never allow that!"

"Winter might." She shot back.

Muskox huffed. "I'm not good at fighting. Maybe you should train him."

Markhor relaxed. "Splendid. Problem solved." She figured Kingfisher would turn out to be like her, and not Muskox or Twilight. Kingfisher would not be pushed around on the streets. He would fight back. It would be easy to make him like that.

But boy, was she wrong.

## Chapter Five (Kingfisher)

"Go! Punch! Feint to the left! Dodge!" Markhor shouted.

"I'm trying!" Said Kingfisher, trying to do what she said, but failing badly.

After about an hour of fighting, Markhor let him go home. He walked into his room, which was fancy, of course, as Qibli and Winter had paid for it.

"Oh, no!" Perigrine said, shocked at what Kingfisher looked like. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." He lied. He lay down on his comfortable bed. "Whens Winter making dinner?"

"In a few hours."

"I'm so hungry."

"You need to rest."

"I'm going to go out to look for some stuff."

Kingfisher walked out into the streets of possibility and saw some commosion where Markhor was. She was talking to a Male SandWing/IceWing, and a ScreeWing (Or YeetWing? MQS didn't make this easy).

Markhor turned and saw Kingfisher. "Oh, hi! Meet Qinter, he's staying for a couple months. He's Muskox and Twilight's brother."

"Why haven't I seen him before in the house?"

"He's usually in the war with the ScreeWings/YeetWings."

Kinfisher noticed the scar on her snout. *What type of action he been in?*