Hey people! This is a chapter story that takes place around Darkstalkers time. Basically Darkstalker never turned evil, nor got buried under a mountain, but he did become king of the Nightwings, along with Clearsight. Arctic did get killed by Darkst...
Most of her life, Yin had been a slave. Her name came after the Yin-Yang. Yin's name suited her perfectly.
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Half of her body was black with white spots, while the other half was white with black spots. Her underbelly was violet, and her eyes were purple, but, with that said, she still looked kind of weird. Though she was an obvious hybrid, and her color scheme made her look odd, Yin was a very beautiful dragon. She was lean, with a sharp jawbone, a long, graceful tail, and all and all a very majestic creature. Yin was born a princess of the Nightwing's. Her mother was Whiteout, the King's sister, and her father was Thoughtful. She was King Darkstalker's niece, and therefore heir to the throne. However, Yin had never liked much attention. From the start, dragons crowded around her, asking all sorts of questions. The most common was, "Do you want to be queen?" "Will you ever challenge King Darkstalker?" The answer was the same every time,
"No."
Yin had always liked to be out and about, despite her aunts warnings. Yin knew she should listen to aunt Clearsight, as she was the strongest seer to ever live. However, she didn't. And that was why she was here, scrubbing away at the already sparkling palace floors.
"You missed a spot," King Drought said, pointing to the spot in front of him.
"No, I didn't." Yin snapped.
"Have you no manners? I am your ruler, so if I tell you you missed a spot, THEN YOU MISSED A SPOT! GOT IT?" Drought yelled, clearly mad.
Yin sighed, before scurrying over to the spot Drought had pointed to, and scrubbed away.
"You're not my ruler..." Yin mumbled, scrubbing.
"What was that?" Drought asked in a clipped tone.
"I SAID YOUR NOT MY FUCKING RULER!" Yin screeched, earning a death glare from Drought.
"Well, it was your stupid fucking idea to go into my territory, with no reasoning at all," He hissed. "So I think its only fair that you have to go through some punishment....Besides, you have it much, much better than some of the others..." With that, he left the throne room, bumping Yin's shoulder in the process.
"Meet me in the coutyard in five...Oh, and, why don't you bring out some tea, too?"
