Okay, from where I left off again.

The air was cool and dark around me, but my breath was shallow
and panicked, with thorns of fear pricking the edges. My head was
lowered and my talons moved slowly, making no louder than a soft
squelch. My wings were lowered and trailed behind my tail, hovering only
claw-lengths above Clawed Basilisk’s soft earth. I had journeyed far
into the land my siblings had yet to explore, and it was dark and
unwelcoming. Twisted tendrils of Unicorn’s creation laid in the shadows
of the spongy undergrowth. The twisted trees stretched far into
Gryphon’s sky, their trunks fat and stiff. 
My siblings had never explored this part of the forest before because
was too dark, strange, and cold to be of their liking. So I never dared
enter either, out of fear that the cool air and no sun would changed me. 
And I guess they’ve started to, in a way. My heart started to lighten as
I traveled deeper into the murky forest. The maliginous shadows and
tiny dappled patches of light started to make me feel at home. I felt
as if I was part of my surroundings, my obsidian-black scales blending
with the darkest niches, and my opal-white eyes like two large spots of
sun shining through the trees above. I felt safe, admired, and
respected. I felt as if I was apart of the aphotic Nice out-of-the-way word! forest. I felt
needed. Maybe try something like 'important' instead? Like I was finally wanted, like the darkness and vines need me.
Among the acrid air, and thick-trunked trees, I was home.
With each new step I felt more at ease. The fight with Fae slipped off
my back with the vines as they carried away all my fears and worries,
coiling up to the tops of the trees to let my worries burn out in the
sunlight. 
My talons sank into the soft material of the ground, which I realized
was not earth, but spongy fungus. As I realized this, I also noticed a
gap in the trees ahead. As I looked closer and approached the gap, I saw
that the trees, which were tightly packed together behind me, fell away
to a clearing in the middle of the forest. The trees outskirting the
clearing curved inwards, their branches creating a sort of dome over the
empty space. There was grass inside, silvery grass dappled with small
patches of light. I curiously stepped through the barrier of thick tree
trunks, and boldly wandered into the middle of the clearing. I looked up
and saw with amazement that the branches were in fact  weaved together.
Like they grew together, like they were one. Twisting and folding,
braiding and wrapping, to form a fern-like layer over the clearing.
Light shone through here and there, but besides that it was comfortably
dark. I sat down calmly and studied the branches more. The more I
looked at it, the more it looked like the night sky, with spots of light
that looked like small stars. 
Suddenly I felt one with my element. I felt the darkness in the air
around me. I could sense the shadows of the trees and dark corners and
wedges of rocks and plants. I closed my eyes, and suddenly I felt as if
my brain had been catapulted into the sky. I saw an image of myself,
calmly sitting on a layer of grass, with her wings spread to the
darkness around her. I knew right then that I was about to learn my
power by myself. With or without Fae, it was possible. I commanded my
talon to lift lightly from the earth. I saw it obey, then touch down lightly, with only the tips of my long claws
reaching through the grass and to the earth. I watched in amazement as
the ground started to part under my talons. Four small cracks, each barely the
length of one claw. The cracks in the earth seemed normal, until a
bubbling red liquid swelled from the cracks. I flung open my eyes, Sounds odd, like your eyes are doors or something. Change to something like "My eyes flew open". and
the vision of myself was cut off sharply. Instead, I found that I was
looking down on my own talons, and the mysterious bubbling liquid. I
quickly drew my talon away, and studied the swelling liquid closer. I
couldn’t quite place what it was, but it was somehow familiar. Reds and
golds and blacks, drowsily churning and bubbling. Slowly it grew from
out of the four small cracks in the earth, and the grass in contact with it
wilted and burned to nothing more then, well nothing. That’s what it
was, I realized with an agonised gasp. Magma. The death of all life, the
opposite of mother. You may want to change this to "creation" or "motherhood".
I inherited the power of destruction. 
I thought of this for a moment, watching the magma slowly grow larger
and kill more. Then, without much thought, I reached out and touched
it. 
It was warm. Not boiling hot like Fae had told us, but a comfortable
warm Insert simile here, possibly a comparison to sunlight.. It was almost, well, soft. Like a large talon-full of flowers.
Melted flowers. It was actually sort of nice. But I knew I had to
reverse it. I just didn’t think I could. It wasn’t my power to create
life or new earth. 
My power is destruction and darkness. Yes, darkness. In instinct, I
closed my eyes again, feeling the warm magma start to swell around my
talons. I saw only darkness fluttering under my eyelids, and little
sparks of red from the light the magma gave off below. Instantly I
sensed the darkness around me. And felt the thickness of the darkness
itself in the air, in my skin and veins, in the trees and grass. 
Then I heard it. A whispering sound, only a sound I knew and loved.

“Hello, Dragon…” It whispered in a voice Possible insert: that was cool and silky, threatening but
friendly. I could sense it around me, in the air, the branches, the
rocks and plants. I opened my eyes to the clearing, observing the
darkest corners and niches around me. Opals of light against obsidian
dark. The magma boiled below me, making my black scales glimmer and
shine.

“Hello, Darkness.” 

It's okay. I'll just reread it, and then we can start major edits. Are you going to publish this when it's done?