The hot desert sand blew over the land, Making the air nothing more than a vortex of swarming silica. A woebegotten metal shack was sitting in this miserable place, half submerged in the sand. Inside, bright, colorful scales were present.
“Are you sure that this is the right decision?” asked a worried voice. A female Rainwing curled in a small ball. Her scales were a pale green, full of worry.
“It has to be.” He said. The egg sat below them in the sand, shimmering in color.
“What if we are wrong? What if they hatch perfectly normal? Then we can go home immediately and he will be fine and we won’t have to worry and…” She trailed off, blue eyes hopeful. The male rainwing sighed, dragging his talon through the sand.
“You know that won’t happen,” He chided gently. “All we can do is hope for the best. I’m sorry, my dear Ok-” He suddenly stopped, and looked down at the egg. It was rocking gently, and it’s shell began to slowly splinter off at the top “It’s hatching!”
The dark night was suffocating, pressing around Shrike’s and Scoria’s scales. Scoria’s nerves were crumpled into a shuddering ball, but she tried to look calm and collected as she walked through the balmy night. Adorned in gold from head to tail, and simply studded with bright emeralds and sapphires. As an important council member of Queen Scarlet, she could afford as much treasure as she wanted. Her job was to simply create laws under Queen Scarlets approval. While her majesty was opposed to this, she gradually began to agree that Scoria was the right dragon for the job, and she was glad to have her fresh ideas, but mostly glad that she didn’t have to waste valuable time writing up long-winded decrements. She knew that Scoria would never do anything wrong, and she was joyful to have another dragon trapped under her talons. Scoria felt a burning resentment towards the queen well up inside her. She was just a pawn, a little dragon stuck writing horrible commandments under Scarlets watchful eye. If she ever did something traitorous, her queen was sure to rip out her throat without a second thought. That's what made tonight so dangerous.
“Are you alright, lovely Scoria?” Shrike asked, looking concerned. She immediately smoothed out her face and took up the act of surprise.
“I am quite alright, my amazing Shrike.” She said. “What makes you think otherwise?”
Shrike quickly tried to justify his actions, like she knew he would. For a war general, he seemed quite nervous.
“Nothing, my dearest. I just wanted to make sure that you were feeling ok, with the late night that you stayed up.” He said. He had a valid point. Queen Scarlett had her write a new declaration. One that would haunt her sleep for nights. One that threatened her own child. As her and Shrike walked in, she looked behind her.
“Oh Guardian, please be safe.” She whispered, and disappeared into the nightmarish palace.
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