One Thousand and four years after The Dragonets Of Destiny was born, a little bit before Penumbras was born, A Comet crashed into Perception, the third moon, and caused it to fly into a different position of Orbit. Cursed by a wicked animus, it rema...
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Penumbras walked through the scorpion den, looking down and trying not to make eye contact with anyone with anger management issues. He never did like anyone who wasn't a friend ,or, specifically, Falseface and Aurora, the only two nightwing's who lived in the scorpion den.
As he walked towards his small hut outside of the city, he thought about his curse. If he touched stone, it broke, if he touched paper, books, food, and plants, they went up in flames, and if he touched living dragons and animals, they died. The only way to stop the effectiveness of the curse was to wear an earring the guy who enchanted him had offered him. He only found out the guy had enchanted him after the guy was long gone, and sought revenge for this dragons wicked deed.
Just as he was walking outside he bumped into a mudwing.
"What the heck?" cried the mudwing.
"Im sorry, Im so sorry!" Penumbras yelped. He turned to walk away quickly, but the mudwing jumped in front of him.
"Are you a REAL nightwing?" He asked, an excited look spread all across his face.
"Uh-yeah-uh" Penumbras coughed. "Maybe?"
"Oh, WOW!" the mudwing shouted. "This CANNOT BE HAPPENING!"
Penumbras blinked at the stranger. How could it not be happening? Once second ago, they had banged heads. Had the mudwing not felt any pain like Penumbras had?
"How come?" Penumbras asked.
"I KNEW there was new dragons to meet on the other side of the den!"
"Wait, you've never been to the criminal side of the city?"
"Never. Mom says its dangerous."
"sounds like she's a smart dragon."
"Which she is,"
"Hmmmm," Penumbras said, blinking with partial doubt. He had always thought mudwings were usually dim, but apparently not. Now He felt guilty about that. The Mudwing reached out his talon. Penumbras took it. It was sweaty and partway cold and clammy. Penumbras shook it and quickly pulled it away. He hoped this mudwing would just leave him alone. But the strong-looking dragon just sat there, as if waiting for an answer. The Mudwing crossed his front talons over his chest and sat on his haunches.
"Huh." said the Mudwing. "Interesting. What's your name?"
"Penumbras."
"WHAT?!" the mudwing yelped. "THE Penumbras, like, cast-out-of-tribe-because-of-curse Penumbras? Him?"
"The One and Only."
"Then HOW COME I'M NOT DEAD?"
Penumbras pulled of his earing. "Got a rock with you?" He asked.
"Yeah." The Mudwing handed him a smooth stone, luckily, instead of touching Penumbras, he simply dropped it in Penumbras talon. As soon as it landed, it crumbled.
"Whoa, so what was it that stopped the spell?"
"This earing." Penumbras carefully picked it up in his claws. It was the only thing that wouldn't crumble in his talons when it was off. He clipped it back on.
"And who are YOU?" Penumbras asked.
"Dusty," The mudwing said. Penumbras grabbed his talon and shook it again.
"Nice to meet you, Dusty. Would you like to come to my hut for coffee? My humans probably waiting on me."
