Mirror Me

||Chapter 1|=|Fracture in the Mirror||

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(A/N)
This is the first chapter I've posted in a long time lol, there are probably a lot of mistakes, and the writing may not flow very well, especially this startup and hook lol, so please be patient with it. I'm posting chapter one and only chapter one, for now, the rest of the chapters are coming out much later. I'm posting this chapter now so I can get a bit of a start on the story with it to see how it's going to go and whether or not I should continue putting my time into it :3

This is based on the game Flight Rising, I can put a link in somewhere to the game if anyone wants to check it out, it's a browser game and it's free with in-game purchases that are totally optional, has a wide fan base and a lot of lore-(that I will be basing some of this in-depth stuff on)-if anyone is curious! Hope you guys enjoy the story, I'm trying to get more works out again lol I swear :3

Derg image above is indeed Anhun! I will try to add in the images of the dergs, and give my best descriptions of them as they appear. Also yes, Anhun was repainted for the eye-bleeding cover ^^

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Anhun turned away from the Carrion Canyon, the den her old pack temporarily occupied there now such a distance below her, and hopefully soon, far, far away.

She wasn't born to a clan, but to a large pack of ruthless Mirrors. A few days after her hatching, their numbers suddenly became small as a few, including her own parents, decided to break off into a new group. Anhun loved it at first, but much later realized that smaller numbers meant less prey, and a lot more orders that no one wanted to follow. It gnawed at her, she knew that if only a couple of them would listen to her, they'd do much better! She was a smart hunter, a smart fighter, and by the Stormcatcher, she was probably the best dragon out there!

Anhun stomped her way in the direction of the Charged Barrens, remembering the warnings and whinings from others in the pack, a small group of Mirror Hatchlings telling them they won't go in.

'I can't... I can't stay here'. She thought to herself, seeing part of the outer edges of the Lightning Farm and the Tempest Spire far into the distance, seeing the electrical heat currents bounce around.

'If I stay within the Lightning Flight, I'll never completely be my own dragon with my family still here...'

She stamped her talons on the ground in frustration, growling and snarling at nothing, fighting an invisible enemy she couldn't rip apart with her claws, flailing around wildly. Anhun wasn't the tantrum type, but after that embarrassing conversation with her pack she had just left behind.... she couldn't bear it. And staying here with the Stormcatcher, her pack wandering the same sands, everything she knew that was so familiar to her, all tied to them. Doubt was setting in now, and she thought that maybe she shouldn't have decided to leave. No, she needed to, and she knew it.

She can't prove she's one of the greatest if she's stuck in her own world, she needs to master others. Anhun whirled around, her wings spread wide and ready, her teeth bared and her talons gripping the edge of the Charged Barrens electrically charged sands. Picking a direction forward, she launched herself into the air and furiously closed the distance she made from the Carrion Canyon, staring down into the rift that protected the eastern plateaus from the storms and unwanted and unready foes, seeing grim images of the bones and corpses below....

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Anhun made her way to the Emberglow Hearth, and although the smoke and ashes were thinner here compared to the rest of the Ashfall Waste, she still felt as though she was suffocating. She coughed and hacked as she glided her way down, hoping she wouldn't set off a geyser of magma or such as she hovered above the ground, all of her eyes watering. It burned in her nostrils, her scales itching from the heat. She could bear the heat from the dunes in the Shifting Expanse, but this heat was more than just the regular sticky scales and sluggish pace, this heat was as if she was stuffed into one of those fire ovens she had heard about. Stone walls, the items into an opening above, and another opening where a hot fire burns, cooking whatever laid on top. She scratched at her scales and surveyed her surroundings. She had already done a quick look from the sky, but the ground told more. She sniffed around at her feet, taking a few steps around, turning over a rock tentatively.