A/N: queen Nitrogen is a Cloudwing/Moonwing/Stormwing Tribrid. She is an animus, but she doesn't know that (yet).
Queen Nitrogen's POV
"SHADOWBANE!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!"
Queen Nitrogen woke up screaming.
"Wha...?" She murmured , glancing around. She was in a dark room the colour of midnight, lying on a stone slab that would flash violet from time to time.
"Jees, cousin. That's the 35 millionth time tonight!" said a voice from behind her. She wheeled around to find a groggy and rather disgruntled looking Queen Luna scowling at her.
"You've been shouting all night! Do us a favor and enchant your nightmares into oblivion, you pile of lightning-scarred racdrops!" shrieked her second cousin twice removed happens-to-be-an-animus-dragon Stormwing King Electrolyte.
"Wait a minute. First you tell me that I'm a part of THE PROPHESY, and one of it's most important Queens, then you make me use inexistent animus magic to get rid of my thgisgrats dreams?! Do you two seriously have any plans at all for telling me everything I've forgotten a little gently?" grumbled Nitrogen. Luna sighed.
"Do you remember your dream this time?" she asked. Nitrogen nodded slowly, picking up a blank scroll and absentmindedly drawing the cavern where she had hidden her egg. Luna raised her eyebrows but said nothing. After a few minutes, she started muttering under her breath. "Enit Nifroyms Hcasam! Why does she always draw her unconscious memories? And why is she so gniknirfing good at it?" A/N: when translating, remove bold part.
"Oh, so you can swear in Ancient Lunalithian, but you don't speak the language?" said a smirking Frostbite, walking into the room.
Not again... thought Nitrogen. She held up the scroll she had been drawing on. "This look familiar to you?" she asked her oldest daughter, an uninvited and rather confusing feeling of dread spreading through her. Frostbite raised her eyebrows. "That's the cavern? Hmm... and that liquid nitrogen is Nitrogen's... Try using this!". The bejewelled Icewing/Cloudwing hybrid held up a seashell. "It's enchanted to find anything similar to what you put in it, and it's accurate down to the dragon who made it and what surface it's on. (if it is some kind of breath and/or spit)". Electrolyte, who had been staring at the parchment, deep in thought, muttered "Enchant this pebble to become the same stone that is covered by liquid nitrogen in the picture on this scroll." Nitrogen then spit out a few drops of liquid nitrogen onto the pebble, and placing it inside the seashell, Frostbite then chanted in an ethereal voice:
O taerg llehs fo Niflheim,
aes-nrob, reverof lanrete,
gnirb eht egdelonk fo siht dlrow,
tub t'nod tIs ereh, rof eht ruoh.*
Then, in a dazzling swirl of colours, they were in the cavern. Nitrogen's mouth fell open. "H-h-how?" she whispered. "N-n-no way. I thought it would be harder than this!" Nitrogen then promptly began searching for her egg. "WHERE IS MY EGG WHERE IS MY EGG WHERE IS MY EGG WHEREIS MYEGG WHEREIS MYEGG WHEREIS MYEGG WHEREISMYEGGWHEREISMYEGGWHEREISMYEGG?" she yelled. I don't understand how she does it, thought Nitrogen. (Also, WHEREISMYEGG? WHEREISMYEGG?WHEREINATHERIAISMYEGG?!?!) It's as if she enchanted herself to always succeed. I know I wouldn't allow it, but I guess I'm not quite in charge anymore. I wonder if Luna would allow it-- oh. Right. Sorry Luna (Luna is twice moonborn, and can therefore read minds very well.). Suddenly, Nitrogen felt a rush of memories bouncing around in her brain. "ARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!," she cried, falling to the ground and nearly going unconscious. Electrolyte produced a erifyks stone and quickly placed it into her talons (for those who don't know, erifyks stones block mind reading), nervously backing up from the two queens. "Thanks," gasped Luna. "That was torture, listening to her brain and mouth screaming simultaneously." "Don't mention it." mumbled Electrolyte. They smiled at each other, not noticing their tails entwining. Then they blushed, and leaped apart.
Partially-unconscious-and-half-asleep-Queen Nitrogen's POV
Shadowbane is your mate...Your egg hatches tonight...It's power grows...Regnirbwodahs si ruoy s'nisiuoc s'tnua s'retsis etam...ekaw pu...ekaw pu...ekaw pu...
Memories floated around in Nitrogen's head, memories of powers, songs, friends, family, conquests...her head felt like it was on fire...it hurt so badly she couldn't even move...she was about to go unconscious...
The egg.** What?***I said, THE EGG. The-- *gasp* the egg!!! The egg!!! THE EGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"THE EGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nitrogen yelled, leaping upwards, the erifyks stone flying off her. The others stared at her in confusion. "The egg?" repeated Electrolyte, clearly befuddled. "Yes. My egg. The thrice-moonborn Cloudwing/Nightwing/Moonwing/Stormwing/Lightningwing pentabrid that hatches TONIGHT." said Nitrogen, looking slightly exasperated. The others exchanged glances that said clearly: I-think-she's-going-insane.
Queen Luna's POV
Sumadaksru. She has really gone skioy with a pinch of sand and dried camel besides! Thought Luna. Everyone knows that it's impossible for Cloudwings to mother pentabrids. And how does she know her egg is hatching tonight? If it was going to be thrice-moonborn, it should have hatched yesterday, and if it's hatching toni-"WHEREISMYEGGWHEREISMYEGGWHEREISMYEGGWHERETHEHELLHEIMISMYEGG" A/N: When in a mind reader's POV, interpret bold+underlined text as Nitrogen's thoughts, underlined+italics as Electrolyte's, (except in A/Ns) the going-to-hatch-soon-maybe-IDK-dragonet's thoughts as bold, and Luna's thoughts as bold+italics. Note that said mind reader's thoughts will appear in plain italics. Ouch. stop yellin-
"HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT WANT COLD HOT HOT HOT WANT COLD WANT COLD COLD COLD WANT COLD..." What was that? Was it... Luna strained to her the thoughts that had passed through her ears. No. It can't be. She's skioy, not the moons. For indeed Luna had sighted the three moons hanging full and bright in the sky. Hold on. Is that...?
"WHEREISMYEGGWHEREISMYEGGWHEREISMYEGG" Nope.
"NITROGEN IS SREKIOY WITH A PINCH OF SALTY SEA WATER SHOULD I REPORT HER TO THE QUEEN?", Not that either. Luna walked forward and smacked Electrolyte hard with her tail and glared at him.
"Maybe I was wrong. Maybe the egg isn't here-maybe they think I'm more srekioy than Wonky Donk (Wonky Donk was the craziest dragon who ever lived). Maybe I --"
"NO." said Luna. "You're both wrong. I heard a really tiny brain, the size of an unhatched dragonet's complain about it being too hot. An EGG is here." Silence. Queen Luna glared at them, and opened her mind as wide as she could, trying desperately to hear the voice again. "I HOT. I wants COLLLLLLLLLLLLLD. HOT ME. TOO DARK. I WANTS COLD LIGHT. COLD LIGHT!!!!!" Luna let out a triumphant yowl. "Heard my egg?" asked Nitrogen, her voice devoid of emotion, which was completely uncharacteristic of her. "Yes," muttered Luna cautiously. "The problem is, we don't know where the egg is." Nitrogen looked down at her talons, sadness spreading across her face. Suddenly, one of the mounds of hay began to shake. Nitrogen kicked away most of the hay, and wonder, amazement, and shock spread across her face. For there, covered in hay, and trembling slightly, illuminated in a ray of moonlight, sat her egg.
* This might rhyme in English. Yes. It might. Just might. Might. Might. MIGHT!!!! Help, Ruby's going insane!!!!!!!!!! :( Quiet, I haven't got to you yet >:(.
**Imaginary -- Imaginary. Um... Imaginary Imaginary. Shut up, you impertinent wretch!! Imaginary Queen Nitrogen.
***Normal Queen Nitrogen talking to Imaginary Queen Nitrogen... but she's Queen Nitrogen...so she's talking to herself...but she's talking to Imaginary Queen Nitrogen...so she's imaginary...but she's not imaginary...*decides to go on forever and get infinitely more confusing with every word, but spares the audience the trouble of reading it* ...
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