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(This book is mostly from Draacos’s point of view, but may alternate. Also, the mini story ‘supposed prince of tyranny’ (or whatever I called it XD) is the prouloge of this issue. Oh ya, and there is alot more gore so...hopefully you can get through if you dont like that)
Chapter 1
Draacos and his group were all flying towards the mountains to meet up with Dagex’s group. The sun was setting, and one of the moons were rising. Vare was grumbling to himself; the whole ‘being accused of setting a fire just because he was a skywing’ thing still in his head it looked like. Rin, the Mudwing, was next to Vare, trying to cheer him up. The Icewing, Sleet, was flying a bit ahead. She knew the area better than the rest of them.
I just hope Dagex and the others are ok , Draacos thought to himself. His head hurt for a second, but he ignored it, and it went away.
“Almost there,” Sleet said impassively. They all swooped a bit down, closer to the ground. A few minutes later, they could see the other group waving at them. All of them flew down to the ground to meet the others.
“Thank the moons you’re all ok,” Slate said, smiling. Vare snorted, and she frowned. “What happened?” She asked the fellow skywing.
“Got accused of a being a criminal,” Vare mumbled. Draacos had told the three of them not to mention Vare’s past to Dagex; the poor dragon isn’t stable enough to hear that kind of news just yet.
“Why?” Slate asked, concerned. Draacos and Vare looked at each other.
“There was a fire, that's all. They said a skywing did it,” Draacos answered.
Mutespeaker scratched his head, but didn’t write anything. Draacos thought about the incident again, but shook his head internally. That wasn’t important right now. The headache came back to Draacos, and he winced. It was like someone had stabbed his brain.
“What’s wrong?” Dagex asked, and Draacos just pointed to his head.
“My head hurts,” Draacos said, and sighed as the pain went away. “Never mind.”
Dagex tilted his head, but shrugged it off apparently. The group decided to get some rest for the night; it was a tiring day for all of them.
“Where am I?” Draacos said as he woke up in a unlit room. He breathed a flame that lit a confidently placed big torch. He was in a dungeon.
“How in three moons did I get here?” He thought aloud. There was a single door, open. He went through it and it shut behind him. Now he was outside, and he heard the chants of dragons. He walked towards the chanting, looking at his surroundings. He was in Sanctuary somehow. He found where the chanting was coming from.
Draacos was horrified to what he saw: A guillotine; A public execution. And the dragon on it, was Vare. Draacos didn’t even get to scream before he saw his friend’s head sliced off right there. Draacos was shaking, and looked around him as Sanctuary...faded around him. Now he was in the Icewing kingdom. He knew he was; he was in a huge field of snow. A huge furnace was standing near a crowd; A dragon was burning to death inside. Draacos knew who it was immediately.
“SLEET!” He screamed, and her body stopped moving; incinerated.
“What’s happening!?” Draacos screamed out into the world, but nothing answered him. He faded into the Mud kingdom, and saw Rin’s body impaled by multiple huge tree branches. One smaller one in the head, and the others in the chest. Draacos started panting and tearing up as the he faded again. It was like he was going through a slideshow of torture.
Next was the school. Mutespeaker was there, tears dripping down his face. His board had been thrown off into the corner. He was holding a knife.
“NO!” Draacos tried to leap at the nightwing, but he went right through, and was in the perfect angle to watch Mutespeaker slit his own throat, and fall to the ground, blood gushing out. He even got to see a few of the teachers discover his body and scream.
It faded again.
“WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?!”
Next, Draacos saw Dike in a vat of electric eels. He was killed quickly, but painfully.
He faded into the sky kingdom. He saw Slate thrown into a pit full of dragons. These dragons looked like they hadn’t eaten in weeks, and Draacos went eyed and jumped down. The dragons looked at her, even as Draacos jumped down. He tried to fight the dragons, but it was like they weren’t there. He was forced up against a wall, and watched as Slate cried and screamed as loud as she could, pleading for mercy as the dragons started tearing her body up. She was bleeding from everywhere, her limbs and everything being eaten by the dragons. She died with one last sob, leaving her body as food.
“STOP IT! STOP SHOWING ME ALL THIS TORTURE!” Draacos screamed, a waterfall of tears coming from his eyes. He got to see one final scene.
His father was holding Dagex by the throat, choking him.
“FATHER STOP!” Draacos screamed, and Dracos stared at him. He could see him. He laughed maniacally, biting down into Dagex’s head and throwing him to the ground.
“DAGEX!” Draacos screamed and ran over to his friend. He tried to hold him, and he spit up blood as Dagex stuck his claw right through his chest. Draacos was tearing up again at the sight of his friend. He was foaming blood from the mouth, His body black as night and his horns crimson red.
“Welcome to the future son,” Dracos said, grinning. Draacos’s vision started to fade, but it went completely black as Dagex stabbed him in the throat.
Draacos woke with a roar, scaring everyone up.
“Draacos!?” Dagex said, running to him. Draacos calmed a bit.
“Follow me, we need to check something!” Draacos said, hurrying his friends.
He flew all the way to the tower in the ground, and started breathing heavily.
The hatch was opened.