Inagurel---

Things are going to change.

I can feel it in my bones.

Though in fact I don't need my bones to tell me. Mother has already informed me that Galdayr will be staying in the Valley. I shall meet him at dinner tonight; it would be preposterous to see him before then.

I think Mother has plans. Plans I don't wish for but will be compelled to agree to. That poor Canarahn will get his dreams crushed. But why should I care? He is nothing to me. At times I doubt he loves me anyway, though he certainly used to.

I almost hope he doesn't. I have lovers enough. All the dullest flames in Scarflame, gathered together to rejoice in my beauty.

As if I have beauty. Why can't I be glorious blue, serene pink, cleansing green, like all the good-minded dragons in the world, instead of ugly dark white with a huge black spike on my ungainly head?

Beautiful among fire and rock, they say, not among others. They never mention others.

Apparently we fire dragons are as high as stars to the world, and the world is low as dust and filth.

But why?

I hope things will change for the better.

The better to me. 

The wind howls under my huge wings, flowing over and under the membranes like water. From this altitude I watch as the Scarflame Volcano bursts into a wide array of fire's many colors. In the night, it's easy to see. I look down upon the earth, so low and dirty. I much prefer the sky, it's lofty and clean and free... I look down again to see a pearly white speck growing nearer. I often patrol the skies, but rarely see any other dragons flying. And this is no ordinary dragon. That speck must be Princess Inagurel. I circle to see what she does. Being a fire dragon, she levels out at about two miles up, right where non-sky dragons usually stop. I wonder what she's like. I know she has a bazillion suitors, but often I wonder if they like her for her, or is it just the color of her scales and the form of her body. Suddenly, I pity her. I, myself, am considered beautiful among my people, but not unusual. I am me, the me with black scales and a sharp gaze. People praise me for my courage and straightforwardness, but I wish they'd talk to me more often. It's like I scare them. Hardening, I flap my wings once, then I continue to glide as I contemplate why nobody finds me approachable. All I want is to be approached. To be asked to join a group, to-

"HEY!!" A roar from below.

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FYI: the volcano's name is Mt. Horico. Ya don't have to change anything, though, Rogue, a sky dragon wouldn't be expected to know that.

Canarahn--

I stare up at a startled night-black dragon with large wings. In my worry about the Princess going out so far to where humans might see herI didn't realize that the dragon might possibly not want to attack her.

"Sorry," I say to the sky dragon. I can't read her expression in the smoke from Horico that is beginning to drift this way. "I thought you might be attacking the Princess." I turn in the air and see that Inagurel is circling back to the Valley of Vultures. I look at the black dragon again. She has a strange aura which makes it impossible for me to keep my eyes off her for long. "It's not safe to be out on such a night."

There are so many more questions I should ask her, like what is her name and why is she this far north, but something is preventing me. 

Suddenly she turns and disappears, her scales blending with the dark sky. I wonder. I also wonder what I'm wondering.

I turn back and realize that a mighty dragon is rising from Horico's peak, his face filled with triumph and hunger.

Galdayr?

It cannot be. 

Lol you're not being OP, this is your RP! Sorry I couldn't post earlier, I've been a bit....busy.

How old are our dragons supposed to be again? Like college level? 

~Adri

It was a beautiful day and the sun was shimmering brightly, casting rays of light blue and teal into the cool morning waves. I shifted my wings as I drifted along the current, scanning the sea for breakfast. 

I wasn't too far from the Lopsi coastline, where the ice dragons lived. I didn't like them much, too prickly and preen-y. I lived farther away from the coast, so I don't really have to deal with them much. Except when I'm racing. Which is why I'm so close to the coast, is because I had a race last night and I decided to stay at a friends house instead of swimming back home. I was on my way home right now actually, but I wanted breakfast first. 

Sea trout tend to swim closer to the surface, but not too far up or the gulls will get them. That's where I was, where I could see the rays of sun cutting through the water yet not be able to make out if there were gulls overhead. 

And that's where I was when I heard a loud sound in the usually quiet, calm sea. "Hey! Hey, you!"

I faltered in the water, and my wings lost the current I was following. My spines went up in utter shock as I whipped around. 

Somehow I knew it was going to be an ice dragon. The sounds of the sea are a lot more flowy, even the loud call of a whale echoes in the blue like the waves themselves. 

I flared my ears but waved my tail in a greeting. The young dragon looked around my age, if not younger, and she had strange black markings by her eyes. By the looks of it, she was an iceberg dragon, they can swim but not that well and she was floundering in the water towards me. 

"How would you like to save the world?" She smiled, her voice echoing around the bubble that non-gill-bearing ice dragons have to wear to visit the under-water part of Lopsi. 

I blinked a few times and then shrugged. She flapped her wings, sending a whoosh of bubbles over me, but I angled my wings so I stayed in place. "Great! We need, um, six other dragons to help us now! Follow me."

And she turned around and began floundering back towards the coast. I paddled behind her slowly, curious about what game she was playing. Guess I'll find out soon enough. 

~

Noon says thrv. Thrive sistah! 

JithInfo:

The time of this story is 142 AGR.

Here are the nicknames for each kind of dragon mentioned here:(ones in bold are often derogatory)

Sea-wave, saltblood

Ice-icie, icicle

Fire-flame, torch

Rock-pebble

Desert-sandyclaw, sandnose

Mountain-little boulder

Lightning/Electricity-bolt, shocker, shock

Wind-guster, blower

Sky-cloudhead, starbrain

River-splashie

Lake-mudbottom

Flower-sprig, bloomer

Coniferous Forest-needler, darkie

Inagurel--

Galdayr. Huh!

A fool. Pale, like I, and thin. He has not an aura of majesty, nor is he courteous. The two qualities I most admire. And he was defeated by humans. Lowly humans. Yes, he has come back, but he was defeated, once. Father must not forget that.

So I do not fear him.............

Except for his voice.

Like gravel rubbing against gravel.

Like ancient wind from the depths of Harkrayk.

A rasp, a groan of agonizing quality, but strangely not of agony.

Like the strangled, discordant, terrible, aged moan of Horror itself. 

I hate and fear his voice.

I shall forever.

I shall try to let thoughts of him pass from my mind for the present.

Who was that black dragon Canarahn was speaking to, when I went out briefly before dawn?

Her scales gleamed like polished stone in Galdayr's ascension light. I believe she must be as beautiful as I.

More so, even. 

That is a good thing. Perhaps she may draw Canarahn away from me, and his heart won't be broken when Mother announces that Galdyar and I -

No. No! I must not think of that. If I do, it has a larger chance of coming true.

But knowing Mother -

"Inagurel! Come here! Galdayr wishes to speak with you!"

This is much too soon. I hasten down the hallway, listen to their words -

No! 

Droves of longing dragons' hearts shall be cruelly broken.

My doom is sealed. 

Ak, sorry! I'm really bad at representing other ppls charries like they want. I'll get better as we RP more. I really love how much work youve put into this and if i get something wrong plz tell me so I dont mess things up! 

~Adri

She leads me to the Glasspath, and I follow her up. She takes off her necklace then takes off into the sky, skimming the water with delicate light blue wings. "Who are you?" She begins, as she continues skimming the water back and forward. "Im Mona, daughter of Darikor. He's assistant ruler of Loposi. And he can breath underwater, even though he's an ice dragon!" I blinked a few times as the dragon turned her snout to smile at me. "I didn't inherit his gills, unfortunately," I blinked in surprise, I didn't know icies could have gills. "but I do have his eye markings, markings similar to those of Loposi himself! Yes, some sea dragons have them." She flicked her tail at me, then aburptly stopped talking, but continued to skimm the water. 

I smiled at the younger icie. "Im Adriatic, but I go by Adri. Nice to meet you...." I looked around curiously, "now what's this about saving the world?"

The icie shakes her neck then swoops down to land next to me. "Right." She then tells me how some ancient dragon has just awoken, and some little fire dragon asked her to gather 8 other dragons to help stop him. 

I smiled and traced my name on the shinny ice as I listened to her story. "Uh- just a question," I asked as she was rambling on about the little fire dragon she had met. "How are only 8 dragons going to stop an ancient, powerful fire dragon?" I was more curious then skeptical, and she flicked her wings and explained.