Fighting is OUR destiny. {wof AU}

{Adoption} (remake)

Queen Scarlet perched on her obsidian throne, her crimson scales glinting in the flickering torchlight. The grand hall of the SkyWing palace echoed with the whispers of her subjects, all wondering what their queen would decree next. Scarlet was known for her ruthlessness, her fierce dominion over the Sky Kingdom. But today, she was contemplating something unprecedented, something that could change the course of Pyrrhia's history.

She had heard of the Dragonets of Destiny, the five young dragons prophesied to end the war and bring peace to the land. Scarlet despised the idea of peace—it threatened her reign of power and bloodshed. But what if she could control these dragonets instead? What if she could bend them to her will and use them to cement her authority?

Scarlet's eyes narrowed as she made her decision. She would find the dragonets and make them her own.
The night was thick with fog as Scarlet's elite guards swept through the secret cave hidden deep within the mountains. The dragonets, unaware of the impending danger, slept soundly. Clay, the MudWing; Tsunami, the SeaWing; Glory, the RainWing; Starflight, the NightWing; and Sunny, the SandWing—all lay nestled together, oblivious to the cruel twist their fate was about to take.

With a silent signal, Scarlet's guards seized the dragonets. They awoke with terrified cries, but it was too late. Shackles of obsidian clasped around their ankles, rendering their powers useless. Dragged through the skies to the SkyWing palace, they could only wonder what cruel destiny awaited them.
The dragonets were thrown into the grand hall, sprawling before the intimidating presence of Queen Scarlet. They trembled, expecting immediate punishment or death. But Scarlet did not lash out. Instead, she regarded them with a calculating gaze.

"I could kill you all," Scarlet began, her voice as cold as ice. "But that would be a waste of potential. You are, after all, the Dragonets of Destiny. You hold the power to change this world."

Tsunami snarled, baring her teeth. "We will never help you!"

Scarlet laughed, a chilling sound that echoed off the stone walls. "Help me? No, little dragonet. You will *serve* me. And in return, I will give you something you cannot refuse—your lives, and the safety of those you care about."

Glory stepped forward, her eyes defiant. "We will never be your slaves."

Scarlet's expression softened ever so slightly. "Not slaves. Children. I will adopt you, train you, and together, we will reshape Pyrrhia. You will have power, respect, and a place at my side."

The dragonets exchanged glances, doubt and fear mingling in their eyes. The proposition was terrifying, yet they had little choice.