Wings of Black and White (under construction)

Prologue

December 6th, 1979

The lonely mansion sat atop a crooked hill, slightly leaning off the steep slope. It was dark- far too dark, especially for an hour this late in the morning. It never seemed to lighten up- always gloomy and sad and dark. Nevertheless, the mansion was magnificent, almost as if it was an ancient castle- its tall, looming towers and its darkened windows. It stayed hidden behind a thick line of trees, which cascaded down the hill and wove throughout the villages below.

Inside, it was not much different. A young woman sat in an ebony wood chair, slowly combing her golden-white hair with her fingers as she stared at the notebook on the matching ebony desk. With perfect cursive, the starry-eyed woman scribbled into it, scratching down her knowledge of her favorite breeds, a breed which she has been studying for longer than she ever could have realized. A scientist, the woman was fascinated with animals-more importantly, dragons. Beside her sat a tall stack of filled out notebooks, just containing her knowledge of one breed in particular- the hungarian horntail.

Her mind whirred with thoughts too fast for her to jot down. She was a perfectionist- never could stop until she got what she wanted correctly. She spent countless hours obsessing over her beloved animals- her beloved dragons, and it slowly stirred her into a frenzy. She loved her dragons, she loved them so much she wanted to be one. Her starry blue eyes whizzed through the brisk pages of the book, excitedly. Dragons had ruined her life, but she had yet to notice that. They'd become her obsession, but far more worse than she knew. Her life revolved around them, they occupied her thoughts, her mind, her heart.

Behind her, a sudden cry faded into the pit-pat of the rain hitting the window. The woman sighed as she dropped her pen and smiled sweetly, turning around to face her beloved child. The toddler stirred in it's small crib, sniffing quietly as it's mother walked towards it. She stared at the tiny baby in front of her, running her thumb over it's small puffy cheek.

"Hush, sweetie, I'm almost ready."

At her words, the child shifted in it's bed space, nodding its head away from her. The woman frowned as she took her hand away from it.

"Don't you see?" she whispered, "I've done it! All those years of research, and I've finally figured it out!" She turned towards the ebony desk, and picked up the fat notebook, staring at it, beaming. "You're finally going to be something. A creature, yes, but a beautiful and mighty one. Combined with my genes..." The woman trailed off quietly, passing her fingers over the notes she took. She looked at the child with determination. "You're going to be the greatest treasure of mine- the greatest dragon that has ever lived." She smiled proudly before continuing, not minding that no one was listening except a sleeping baby. "Your genes, they are quite impressive, do you know that? You have the blood of a most powerful wizard, and the genes of the kindest veela, the sweetest soul you have ever met."

Of course, she was referring to herself. Her husband, currently off at work, was an infamous wizard- and while he was always happy and full of pride, the woman had been heartbroken before. A dark dreary night, it was. The woman still remembers her lover that got away, her lover that ended her, despised her, despite all that she had done for her. She remembered the time she held her head under an icy surface of water, no matter how loud she yelled stop. That is when mother earth decided it was time for a change, a shift in her body. Since then, since her ex girlfriend attempted to brutally murder her, the woman has been a veela. Perhaps that is why she surrounded herself with her beloved dragons and creatures. They couldn't hurt her, after all.

The child, not sleeping peacefully in a squirmish slumber anymore, contained the blood of a powerful, prideful wizard, and an intelligent, obsessive mother. And soon enough, it wouldn't be an it anymore. At least not in the way it's mother expected it to be. As it's mother picked up her wand and softly pointed it at the child's left palm, as she carefully noted was the best way to pass the magic, she recited her homemade spell in Romanian. The spell poured pain into the child's veins. Magic seeped into it's left palm, as shrieks of terror escaped it's tiny mouth. The child wept and wept, until it's eyes hardened into eyes of steel, and it's blood boiled in its veins. The woman gasped at the creation.

Not a dragon, like she had hoped to turn her child into, but a thing sat in front of her- a horrendous, twisted, demented figure, it's blue eyes lacking emotion, it's pale skin practically glowing. The woman backed away from the hideous creation. On top of it all, it had wings sprouting out of it's back. Dragon wings, indeed, but they were covered in feathers. Black and white, obscure, disgusting feathers. One wing- it's right wing, was hidden under a mass of elegant black feathers, and the thing's left shoulder- oh how the mother hated it's left shoulder- supported a white wing, with shining white feathers that stretched around it's dragon-wing frame. The woman stared at it's left palm, where a scar had mended itself with white lines. It was disgusting, all of it. And worst of all, it wasn't a dragon.

What has she done?

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A/N:

Lmfao I forgot I wrote a prologue,,, but oh well that just means I put more work into this than I originally thought-

Until next time!

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