Stories I never fukin finished

Prologue

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Let the darkness of the past go to let in the light of the future.

The songbirds fluttered around the castle, the plump sun beginning to come out of its hiding and the moon retreating behind the horizon. Two small dragonets, one of silver scales and the other of black-purple came from their own homes. They greeted each other with a friendly smile and began to totter towards the castle that belonged to the Songtalon's kingdom. It smelled of sweet honey and delicious smoked cow now that the sun was visible, and the two dragonets found it so hard not to rush into the bakery and besige the butcher to ask for some food, but they had something else to do. The little Songtalons made their way towards the entrance of the castle and greeted the guards with a smile, from cheek to cheek.

''Hello, Youngins! How are you today?'' One of the guards chirped towards them, with a seemingly sly smirk. He moved his shield to let the dragonets in, then moved it back to promise their safety. The dragonet with silver scales tugged on her friend's tail and looked back at the guard.

''I am doing very well today, thank you for asking!'' The silver scaled one replied with a flutter of her wings. ''Auntie's teaching me to fly today!'' She bobbed upwards and downwards, closing her eyes. She crossed her forearms and began to make a light and coordinated flute sound, perhaps wanting her friend to join her.

''Symphony is doing well,'' The other dragonet piped up as he sat down on the red carpet that decorated the floor of the castle. ''But not me. I'm hungry, and I just missed breakfast.'' He huffed, letting out a low harp sound as his legs rubbed across his sides. The guards glanced at each other and one rubbed his arm against the other's bicep, making the sound of a harmonica.

''Well,'' Symphony began, only stopping to avert her gaze to quite the odd-looking glass countertop which was filled with pastries and sugar glazed fruits. ''We can ask Auntie Indie if she can spare us some of her royal leftovers!'' The little Songtalon stood on her hind legs and began to hop, her snout parting to let out some sort of tune to follow her wings that created slow violin strums with each flutter, her legs that rubbed her tail and out came the light and cheerful sound of a small flute, and the sound of her friend, making harp-like tunes as he grumpily trudged along after her. ''Hurry up, Windchime! You don't wanna be late to being able to fly with the birds!'' Symphony yipped, already half-way up the stairs that lead to the second floor of the castle they'd entered. Windchime looked back at the guards and waved to them before heading upstairs too, his thick little tail swaying, blessing the ears of all that heard him with the hums of windchimes.

The little dragonets made their way through the halls, Symphony chirping and singing, while her friend slowly trotted along. Windchime paused and looked into a darkened room with a wooden rocking chair, many bookshelves and a small table, sniffing around and slowly trotting inside. He smiled and looked into the quiet room, jumping and pushing himself into the chair with a struggle. Once he'd gotten himself onto it, he sat down and nestled into the dusty pillow that was on the chair. He let out a sigh and scooted the chair towards the window, looking out of it and watching the songbirds flutter along the creamy azure skies, seeming to enjoy the sun resting behind them, like it set them into a warm haze of bliss. There was a low creaking sound as the old floorboards moved, which startled Windchime. He held his breath and paused, watching as an old Songtalon with dull golden scales walked towards the other chair and smiled at the dragonet.

''Hello there, young one. Are you enjoying the silence of the library?'' She cooed quietly, a book in one talon and her cane in another. She sat in the chair beside his and let out a calm sigh. Her tail pooled onto the floor and her cane leaned against the windowsill. The old dragoness had round glasses rested on her snout and with each rock of her chair came calm music. Windchime gulped and frowned, feeling quite bad that he'd ruined the elder's alone time and began to hoist himself out of the chair. ''Oh no, you don't have to leave. Symphony has already begun her flight lessons, youngin.''