Wings Of Fire Talons Of Ice [WIP]

Prologue

About one week ago

The seawings' deep-sea palace was usually a peaceful time at night . With tranquil waters , nocturnal fish waking from their day-time slumber to saunter out of their homes and prowl under the moon , and gently swaying seaweed .
Most dragons were asleep by then , though the occasional odd seawing also roamed the waters , hidden and kept secret by the dark cape of night that enclosed the continent of Pyrrhia .

The night was beautiful , with its three glorious moons and bright , twinkling stars shining above , the only thing that could potentially ruin it was the growing storm .

Soft rain pattered on the surface of the water , creating a rather soothing noise that only got harsher and harsher over time , as heavy grey clouds slowly began to roll in .
At that moment , the storm wasn't so bad , but the occasional strong gust of wind , powerful enough to knock a dragon right off of its course , as well as the loud , cackling laugh of thunder from high above , threatened a jarring downpour .

Though , below the waves that crashed onto the sandy beaches and lapped at the rocky cliffs , hidden deep in the seawing palace , surrounded by tranquil waters and dancing seaweed , was something terrible lying out in the open to be found . .

From outside the walls , nothing out of the ordinary could be spotted , everything was in line , checked and peaceful . It was only until a rather large and athletic looking seawing began to swim downwards into the canyon , nearing the castle and stopping dead in his tracks to stare down at it .
The beauty of the coral-like turrets and towers, spiraling upwards, towering over every dragon that stood before it, was enough to make any dragon stop and stare .

He was enveloped with multiple different bags and pouches , one on his neck , and two on his waist by his legs , pushing down on the fins that jutted out of his spine . A long side that , he also wore a singular , golden , hoop earring , matching his calculated , amber eyes .

In his pale talons , he clutched onto a jagged , serrated dagger , looking as if it were an icewings claw . It was long and slightly curved , sharp and shiny in the moonlight that trickled down into the water , with a wooden base wrapped and cushioned by a dark fabric .

The dragon , concealed with shadows , began to assess the palace , marking all possible ways of entry or escape in his mind . There was an open window as well as a few balconies , which he could only assume were locked .
He spotted two guards situated by the doors , both holding narwal horn spears , and subtilty plated with light-weight armor so their swimming was as least stunted as possible . They were clearly tired of their jobs , as they were in some debate the criminal didn't care to decode , their scales lighting up and flashing in almost distracting patterns .

His eyes narrowed , thinking . .

The seawing gave a quick glance to his surroundings , his sharp , amber eyes sly and scheming . They were dull , and a frown painted his face with emotionless , cold colours .

After he eyed at his surroundings , making sure he was unseen by the two , already distracted guards , he swam down and towards the window , engraved and decorated with pearls and jewels .
He had debated stealing a few , perhaps picking them off with his dagger and stuffing them into his bag for a quick buck later , but decided against it . He needed to conserve time after all.

And so , looking through the window, he furrowed his brows .

It would be a tight squeeze , but he would make do with what he had on hand .

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Only a bit later , from inside the palace walls , a rather small , young seawing dragonet had awakened , huddled in her bed with her wings wrapped around herself .

She had heard a bump throughout the night , leading her to nervously glance around her room with wide , green eyes .

Axolotl had already had an uneasy sleep , finding it that she had far too much energy still left within her , and instead had started playing with her dolls and toys . But now , she was paused and frozen , huddled in her bed , dress-up doll still in hand .