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THE DRAGONET

OMEN 

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The Peace will end after 20 years…

if the dragonets shall come.

The land will be soaked in blood and tears…

if the dragonets shall come.

Fear the Seawing dragon of deepest blue.

 Fear Wings of Night that shall come for you.

Fear Wings of Rain and where they climb,

in the Kingdom lost to time.

Fear Wings of Earth, hidden beneath the mud,

stained the color of Dragons Blood.

And hidden alone from the sister queens,

fear the Sandwing dragonet that awaits unseen.

Of three queens who blister and blaze and burn,

all shall die unless they learn 

if they stand against a fate that is stronger and higher,

they shall have the power of Wings 
 of Fire.

Five eggs will hatch on darkest night,

Five dragons born to start the fight.

Fire more must rise to save the light.

The dragonets are coming…

Chapter Text

PROLOGUE

A dragon was trying to hide in the storm.

     Lightning flickered across the dark clouds. Hvitur clutched his fragile cargo closer. If he could make it over the mountains, he’d be safe. He’d escaped the sky dragons’ palace unseen, the air-headed fools. And the secret base was so close…

     But the ice dragon’s raid had not gone unnoticed, and eyes as black as obsidian were already tracking him from below.

     The slender dragon on the mountain ledge had pale tan scales that radiated heat like the desert horizon she hailed from. Her black eyes narrowed, watching the gleam of silver wings far up in the clouds.

     She flicked her tail, and behind her two more dragons shot into the sky and dove into the heart of the storm. A monstrous roar echoed off the mountains as their talons seized the moon-pale ice dragon.

     "Bind his mouth," the waiting sand dragon ordered as her soldiers dropped the ice dragon on the slick, muddy ledge below them. He was already inhaling, ready to attack. "Quickly!"

     One of the soldiers scrambled to get a chain from the pile of smoldering coals they had on them. They threw it around the ice dragon's snout, clamping his jaws together with a sizzling smell of burning scales. The ice dragon let out a muffled roar.

     "Nice try." The sand dragon's forked tongue slithered in and out of her mouth. "You won't be using your freezing-death breath on us, Ice dragon."

     “He was carrying this, Queen Blister,” said one of the soldiers, showing her a stone cage with steam rolling out the top of it.

     Blister squinted into the cage through the downpour. “This is a SkyWing dragonet,” she hissed. “You stole her from the SkyWing palace.”

     The IceWing stared back at her. Hissing steam circled his snout where the hot chains met cold, silver scales.

     “You thought you got away unnoticed, didn’t you?” Blister said, laughing. “A bright-as-the-moons-IceWing, sneaking into one of the most heavily guarded places on the continent, stealing one of the most important dragonets across all of the queendoms, and you thought you got in undetected? Hilarious!”

     Hvitur glared daggers at Blister, who smirked at him before continuing. “The SkyWings are not idiots. Queen Scarlet knows everything that happens in her queendom. Her lookouts reported an IceWing thief sneaking away, and I decided to find the dragon ballsy enough to raid the Royal SkyWing Hatchery.”

     Blister looked back into the stone cage, illuminated by the fire. Red and Copper shimmered against the muted, grey surface.

     “Yes. This is the Firescale SkyWing dragonet,” Blister mused. “Why would Queen Glacier send you to steal a Firescales dragonet? That crazy icicle humper knows what would happen if she screwed over an ally like this.” She thought for a moment as rain drummed on the ledge around them. “Unless… the Darkest Night is tomorrow….”

     Her tail flickered up like a scorpion’s, the poisonous barb inches from Hvitur’s eyes. “You’re not working for Queen Glacier, are you? You’re one of those insipid underground warmongers.”

     “The Talons of Ruin?” Said one of the soldiers. “You mean they’re real?”

    Blister snorted. “A few zealot worms who think they know how to ‘fix’ everything by ruling it themselves, and hiding it like benevolence. Unwrap his chains. He won’t be able to freeze us until his scales cool down.” The slender sand dragon leaned closer as her soldiers pulled the chain away. “Tell me, ice dragon, do you really believe in what those pompous old windbags tell you?”

     “We are the only way for Pyrrhia to move forward,” snarled Hvitur, growling at the pain in his jaws. “Dragons have suffered for centuries under the outdated rule of the crowns. We already have—“

     “I don’t care. The fate of the continent isn’t in the talons of an army of crackpots,” Blister interrupted. “I’m not letting a bunch of lunatics or power-hungry nobles choose how we live simply because they think they’re gods. They won’t ruin the peace me and my sisters have spent twelve years building.” Her venomous tail dipped closer to the silver dragon.

     Rain pattered on Hitvur's scales. He glared up at Blister with hate. "We already have a secret weapon, whether you like it or not, and they will help us bring down the crowns."

    "Really?" Blister said, almost dismissively. She stepped back and walked over to the cage, holding out a claw to it. A small, Red and Copper paw reached out and touched Blisters claw, a small steam trail coming off of it. "Ow," she chuckled, her forked tongue slipping in and out of her smile.

     
    A thought seemed to strike Blister, as she says to Hvitur, “How do you know about the dragonet, silver one?”

     Hvitur went still.

    "Because to my knowledge, there are only a few dragons who should know about her. The Queens, the Morrowseer, and the mother. But the mother should be dead. So I ask… How do you know about the Dragonet?"
   

      Hvitur regained composure, however he remained silent as he stared daggers into Blister, who remained unfazed. "I'll never tell," Hvitur choked out angrily.

     "While I respect your bravery, that's not gonna save you right now. If you tell me how you know about the dragonet and where the talons base is, I can have Blaze convince Glacier to pardon you," said Blister.

     "I'd rather you kill me where I stand than accept your mercy," Growled Hitvur. "The Dragonets of destiny will ensure the Talons victory whether I live or not. So go ahead and kill me. I dare you."

     Blister stopped a minute as if his words reminded her of something, before sighing at the end. "I was hoping you would come willing. But it seems you are too loyal to the Talons cause. I can respect that. But it's a pain in my tail," Blister said, before sighing and flicking her tail. "Men, seize him." The two soldiers began to take hold of Hitvur, each taking an arm. Blister started to move towards the cage.

     "No!" Hitvur shrieked. He threw off the two soldiers and flung himself toward the cage. Blister turned and slammed her claws down on his neck.

     "You're a lunatic," Blister said, before throwing him toward the edge of the ledge.

     "We'll never give up. The dragonets— The dragonets will come and end you all," Hitvur said crazily, a feverish look in his eyes. "You could kill a thousand of us—it'll be far too late for you." He suddenly lashed out at Blister, clawing at her sides, causing her to scream in agony. With a swift movement, Blister stabbed her poisonous tail through his skull and flung the long, silver body over the edge of the cliff.

     The ice dragon's screams cut off long before the echoes of his corpse slamming into the rocks below.

     The SandWing turned her black eyes to her soldiers. "Perfect, just perfect," said Blister sarcastically. "Only connection to what now seems to be a very bad problem is now dead." ‘And now it seems Morrowseers omen is coming true,’ Blister added in her mind. She let the rain wash her scales off as she made her way over to the cage with the dragonet and picked it up. "Let's return to the palace for now and relay what we've heard tonight."

     The three dragons spread their wings and lifted off into the dark clouds.

Some time later, far below, a large dragon the color of sand crawled over the rocks to the broken body of the ice dragon. He unceremoniously pushed the body aside and looked beneath him, then slipped back into the labyrinth of caves under the cliffs.

     Stone walls brushed against his wings. He breathed out a plume of flame to light his way along the dark passage, deep into the mountain.

     "I stand with the Talons of Ruin," whispered a voice in the shadows. "Dune? Is that you?"

     "We await destiny's bounty," answered the dusty dragon. A blue-green SeaWing emerged from a side cave, and he punched the cavern wall, causing it and the SeaWing to shake. "Not that it'll do us much good now," he snarled. "Hvitur is dead."

     The SeaWing stared at the area Dune Punched. "But—the dragonet—our plans —"

     "Taken," he said. "Gone. It's over, Webs."

    "It can't be," he said. "Tomorrow is the darkest night. All three of the moons will all be dark for the first time in a century. This was our one chance to guarantee that the omen will come true.”

     "Well we lost that chance," Dune said, rage flickering in his eyes. "And to make matters worse, we don't have Kestrel's so called 'super dragonet' that can help us 'burn away all that stands in our way."

    "Well maybe we'll be fine without the dragonet,” Webs said, trying to calm Dune down, before shrinking at the death stare he glared at him. Dune made a threatening motion like he was going to choke him, before sighing and beginning to walk down the hallway, Webs following close behind.

     "As long as Me, you, Kestrel, and Asha raise the little brats into the monsters we need, I guess it will be fine," Dune said, pinching the bridge of his snout.

     Webs grimaced, scratching one claw over the gills along his neck. "Ummm... Asha's dead too."

     "WHAT!?" Dune yelled, A spurt of flame shot from his nose. "HOW!?"

    "Her forces were ambushed by a joint Ice-Mud patrol near the border on the way here. She still made it with the red MudWing egg, but she died of her wounds soon after."

     "So it's just you, me, and Kestrel to raise the little monsters," Dune growled. "For an omen that is becoming harder and harder to fulfill by the minute. I say we cut our losses and destroy the eggs and be done with it. We'll be at least a day ahead before they even realize we're gone."

     "NO!" Webs hissed, pinning Dune to the ground despite the size difference. "WE CAN'T! WE HAV—"

      “Webs, before you do anything else, you have 5 seconds to get off of me before I kill you," Dune threatened, causing webs to scramble off before continuing his point.

     "Keeping the dragonets alive until they can help us take down the crowns is more important than anything. If you don't want to be part of that —"

     "All right, enough," Dune snapped. "I'm the strongest dragon in the Talons of Ruin. You need me. It doesn't matter how I feel about nasty little dragonets." He eyed the area he had punched behind them, rubbing his scarred palms together. "Although I thought we would have a dragonet that could burn everything as well."