Scarlet's Arena (Using ur OC's) [OPEN]

Chapter 1

    Pebble had always aspired to be merchant when she grew up.
    She loved the markets with all the colorful dragons and everyone getting along with one another. She loved the trading she watched, RainWings trading SeaWings fruits for seashells, SkyWings trading small shiny rocks with MudWings for crocodile scales, SandWings trading with IceWings in an exchange of small jewels for small glowing lanterns. She loved the smell of hundreds of dragons bustling around trying to get their list of stuff to do completed. She loved the sound of the merchants calling out from their stalls, "Roasted Fish Sticks for small jewels! The best ones in the Pyrrhia!" "Crocodile Scales! From an albino crocodile! The one and only!".
    The market had always filled Pebble with so much joy whenever she went. Her mother was a merchant and sometimes brought Pebble along with her to work. Pebble would watch is awe as SkyWings of red and orange rummaged through her mothers offerings. RainWings would stop and wave at her, changing the colors of their scales in all sorts of patterns to entertain the dragonet. If she was lucky and business was booming, she'd even get to spot an occasional NightWing, their small scattered white scales glinting in soft ocean light.
    Yes, Pebble had always loved trade and couldn't think of anything that could get in the way of her merchant future.
    Until the bad news came through.
    Queen Oasis was dead and there was going to be war.
    The market gradually thinned over the next year until there was no more trade or merchants or market. All the dragons had pulled back from each other and were beginning to confine to their own tribes. War began brewing as each of the tribes sided with one of the three SandWing sisters. The RainWings slinked back into their rainforest, as all three of the sister viewed them as weak and useless and of no help in the war. The NightWings completely disappeared,but not after uttering the words of a prophecy. Something about five dragonets and the brightest night.
The brightest night?! Many laughed. Why that's not for another twenty years! The war will be well over by then. It'll be over by the next moon or two!
    The war came suddenly after that. There was no deceleration of war or blowing of horns. Just death and bloodshed in all different shades. Pebble was only 8. Barely of age, with all hope of being a merchant one day, lost.
    The war dragged on five long years for Pebble finally decided that she'd had enough. She was tired of the loss and suffering and her older sister, Delta, and her father coming home with other dragons' blood caked to their scales. There had been so many near death experiences with those close to her that she knew she had to do something. So she threw herself out into the war and signed up for the rookie training camp. It was for the years newest recruits for the war. Blister's side needed more warriors and quick, as Burn's troops just kept growing and growing and advancing ever nearer by the second. Pebble was going to be the help they needed.
    When Pebble arrived to the training camp she was surprised by how orderly it looked. There were a large number of tents, in a big semi circle some slightly behind and in between the others. Posts with numbers stood by the entrance of each of the tents and small clumps of dragons hung out by them, in groups no larger than four. A large rock was positioned in the center of the semi circle, which Pebble guessed was used for speeches. Three long tables were stationed next to it and small treats of scorpions and fish were set upon the top. Along the table, serval dragons were seated, each reading a scroll of some sort. Pebble watched as a SeaWing got up and wandered towards the Tent57 where two other SeaWings stood talking.
    Pebble wandered towards the entrance and was greeted by two older SandWings, who she guessed were some of the officials who ran the camp. One sat at a table behind a bunch of scrolls and the other stood by the entrance into the camp.
    "Name?" The one by the entrance barked, sticking a talon out, blocking her way into the camp.
    "Pebble," She replied, waiting impatiently. She was excited and dreading this camp and the sooner those feelings past, the better Pebble would feel.
    "Mother and father's names?" The SandWing with the scrolls questioned.
    "My mother's name is Dovekie and my father's name is Geyser," Pebble answered, shifting from one foot to another. She could practically see her tension leaving her the sooner she talked to someone.
    The SandWing by the scrolls stood up and stuck one underneath Pebble's snout to read. "This you?"
    On the top of the scroll was Pebble's name in big swirly letters, and underneath her name was her mother and father's names, a dash in between them.
    Pebble nodded and the SandWing handed her the scroll. "Go over to one of those tables and read through this. Feel free to feast on the snacks," He grumbled and Pebble knew it was because he wasn't getting any of the food they were.
    The other SandWing stepped out of the way and Pebble slipped into the camp, heading towards one of the tables. As she looked around in awe, she accidentally bumped into a hurrying SandWing who had just gotten up from one of the tables.
    "Watch it!" A SandWing said. He looked at Pebble curiously.
    Pebble grinned. It was time for a little fun. "Watch it!" She mocked, all this pent up tension from the waiting and the war kept nagging at her. She had to let it out one way or another and her way was by arguing.
    "Don't mock me," The SandWing hissed, threateningly. His black eyes glared at her and Pebble could just feel his anger burning in the morning sun.
"Sorry," Pebble said, rolling her eyes. Jeez what was with dragons these days? Couldn't they take a joke? Pebble thought. The SandWing snarled at her and whipped around heading towards Tent6. I sure hope that's not my tent. I'd hate to deal with a party pooper.
Pebble sighed and sat down, tossing a fish from the table up and catching it in her mouth. She opened the scroll and began to read.

                                                                                                   PEBBLE
                                                                                             Dovekie - Geyser
We would you like to thank you and your family dearly for your support throughout this war. You're bravery to sign up for such a devious task is greatly appreciated. We'd like to just wish you good luck in your training and whatever comes beyond that.
This training camp is set up in an unique way. Everyone belongs to a group of four, who you will trained with and later fight in battle with. Each dragon is assigned a group with a number. That number also happens to be your tent number. You will find your number and meet the other dragons in your group.
In order to keep the cross-tribe relations thriving through the war, each group will have a combination of SeaWings and SandWings. It could be an even amount of both tribes or you or another could be the only one of a tribe.
You, personally, have the tent number 6.
We wish you good luck and we are grateful for your service. Stay strong and fly on warrior. May you end this war for us.
                                                                                               Yours dearest,
                                                                                    Queen Blister & Queen Coral

Pebble was flabbergasted. A letter from Queen Coral herself?! What a honor! Pebble grinned and she couldn't wait until she got back home and showed her sister Delta this. Delta had been enlisted into the army before theses camp existed so she couldn't have a letter to combat with Pebble.
She stood up and rerolled the scroll and wandered over to Tent6. It wasn't until she got there, did she remember that this was where that SandWing with no humor had gone.
    As she approached the tent, the SandWing she'd met before sneered at her. "Come back to taunt me more, fish brain?" He asked.
    Pebble frowned. "No need to get so cocky, sand tail. This is my tent too."
    "Oh great," The SandWing grumbled. "Now I'm stuck being comrades with an idiot."
    It was just then, did Pebble spot the two other dragons at her tent. One was a SeaWing with dark blue scales and beautifully rich blue eyes, that looked like the bottom of the ocean. The other was a SandWing with orange yellow scales and grayer eyes then some of the other SandWings. "Will you two quit it?" The SeaWing asked. "We're supposed to get along." Her voice was like soft waves in the sunset light. It was warm and charming and extremely soothing. Pebble could feel her tense stance easing up and the feelings of dread leaving her body
"Yeah and we were until fish brain her decided to show up." The SandWing glared at Pebble and she matched his energy, quickly whipping the slowly forming smile off her face.
The SeaWing sighed. "Just apologize will you?"
"No way!" The SandWing cried. "It wasn't my fault-" He shut up when he got that look from the SeaWing.
"Great, now we have the "mother figure" involved," Pebble murmured.
The SeaWing clearly heard because she turned to Pebble and asked, "Well what's your name?" And not in a very polite way.
Pebble sighed, upset that the SeaWing's gentle tone had vanished. "It's Pebble."
The SeaWing smiled, but Pebble could faintly see that it was forced. "Nice way to meet you, Pebble," She said through slightly gritted teeth. "I'm Cove."
Pebble smiled back, and actually genuinely. The name fit the dragon, though a cove wasn't a dark blue like Cove was, she still seemed just as pretty, if not prettier with the name.
"That's Fossil behind me," Cove said, pointing her strong long tail at the SandWing behind her. He shuffled away nervously, obviously afraid the strong tail would accidentally hit and sweep him off his feet. "And that's-"
"I can introduce myself perfectly fine, thanks. I'm Lizard," The SandWing that had been bothering Pebble said, obviously calmed by the soothing sound of Cove's voice. Pebble had to admit she was pretty calm now too.
Maybe this group wouldn't be too bad if this SeaWing could just calm everyone down with the sound of her voice...
Pebble snorted. Like life was that easy! Then the war would be over by now, yet hundreds of dragons from all the tribes are dying everyday. And there was only one way Pebble could stop it. End the war herself.

Hey all and y'all!
I must admit it took me longer to write this than expected and I am sad to say that there won't be another chapter coming out today. I hope you enjoy this new one now though. I ma quite proud at how I've improved since my last "first chapter". Hope you all enjoyed!
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