OC Oneshots

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OC: Indigo (she/her)
Species: Dragon (RainWing)
Universe: Wings of Fire

Perm walked out of the room. I watched as she left, then stared down at my hands.

“It's about time,” a voice said. “She never stops talking, does she?”

The shadows rippled, and a dragon stepped out.

A dragon that looked exactly like me.

“Who-” I started.

“You don't remember the one who took the blows for you on that moons-forsaken island?” She switched to a hybrid form - my hybrid form, although she had a few different features like hair color.

At first, my mind came up blank, but then one thing popped to mind.

Azure.

“You're dead,” I said.

Azure rolled her eyes. “Yeah. I'm a ghost who came back to haunt you. Obviously I'm not dead.”

I felt like I was supposed to be scared or something, but I was mostly just confused. “How did you survive?”

“Dunno,” Azure said. “But I did. No thanks to you.”

Oh. She's angry.

“Sorry,” I tried, laughing nervously. “I thought you died in the cave-in, and I didn't have time to look for you-”

A dagger plunged into the wall next to my head.

“Excuses,” Azure hissed. She held out her hand, and the dagger went flying back to meet her. “You left me to die. Everyone left me to die.”

I stared at her, then at the knife in her hand.

“I didn't mean to,” I squeaked.

“You are really bad at this reasoning thing, aren't you?” Azure snorted. “I know what happened. I was there, remember? You left me, I almost died, I flew back and killed Mango-”

I stiffened. “What?”

“Well, I mean, why should I kill you when I could scare you by taking her out?”

“The NightWings killed her.”

“Nope,” Azure said proudly. “I did. I just framed them for extra spice.”

“Extra- extra spice? You killed my sister, and you-”

“Technically, she’s our sister.”

I felt a deep, hot anger start to burn in my gut. “She is not our sister.”

“Don’t I have the rights to family too?”

“Only if you don’t kill them!”

“Oh, how sad. I guess I’ll just be alone like you, then.”

The pain of grief was back.

It was like a wound that had never fully healed. Azure had just torn the stitches, and I was bleeding out.

I wanted to make her bleed, too.

I drew my sword and lunged.

Azure easily sidestepped and plunged a serrated dagger into my back.

I stared down at the tip, stained with blood, protruding from my stomach.

“Reckless,” she chided. “Don’t attack unless you’re prepared to defend.”

I growled and cast a silent spell on the dagger. It slid out the way it had come in and slammed against the wall with a clang. The wound it left behind healed like it was never there.

Azure grinned. “Good,” she said. “You’re not scared of the magic. That’ll make it more interesting.”

I charged again and swung my sword at her shoulder. She blocked with a dagger (how many daggers did this dragon have?) and pushed my sword out of the way.

I twisted to avoid her knife and whipped out my blowgun, loading a dart and shooting. She slashed it out of the air, almost effortlessly.

“How have you gotten so good at daggering in, like, six months?” I complained.

“I got a job in an assassins’ business,” Azure shrugged. “You gotta learn fast there. But I already had a bit of experience on my resumé, as you know.”

I took the moment of distraction as an opportunity to switch to my hybrid form and aim a jab at her chest. I had my venom in this form.

She blocked again.

I was very clearly outmatched. All that time I had been running, she had been fighting - and getting good at it.

Azure twisted her dagger, and my sword fell out of my hand. As I bent down to pick it up, her hand went to my left wing.

Skin, scales, and bone were cut through like they were made of butter. The amputated limb flopped to the ground, twitching.

I let out a scream and lost balance. Instinct told me to land in a roll. That was a mistake. Sharp gravel dug into the stump, but before I could get up, Azure muttered a spell. I flew back and slammed against the wall. An unpleasant snap came from my remaining wing, along with an explosion of hot pain.

I whimpered pathetically.

“She begged,” Azure said casually, walking up to me and putting a hand on my collarbone to pin me against the wall. “Mango, I mean. She thought I was you. I didn't correct her.”

I was unable to reply, because I was too busy trying to breathe. Purple blood seeped down the rocks from my back.

“Mango is dead now, so her view of the whole thing is irrelevant,” Azure continued. “But she died thinking you killed her. You didn't tell anyone I existed, did you? If no one knew what you'd done, you'd just be the same old innocent Indigo that everyone knew and loved.”

Of all the barbs, both physical and metaphorical, that one hurt the most, because it was true.

“I created a monster,” I mumbled, my voice trembling. “You're a- you're a monster.”

Azure tipped my chin up with the dagger so I was forced to look at her. Her cool purple eyes bored into my soul, picking it apart as if she was just unpeeling an orange.

“I'm you,” she replied calmly.

And then she released me and walked away.