The artifact

Chapter 1

18 years into The Sandwing War of Succession...

It was a beautiful sunny day with barely a cloud in the sky. The conditions were great for mountain climbing, and that's just what Wyvern was doing. Not only was it a good day for mountain climbing, but it was a good day to test out the Titan. After all of my hard work, I will get to see the fruits of my labor, Wyvern thought. In the eight years that he worked on it, he learned more about the past than he ever had.

The technology that existed in the Titan's time consisted of solar panels, planes, and translators. The Titan, as Wyvern had learned all that time ago, came with a removable translator that could translate Draconic. The computer had a couple of weapon ideas for prototype gear on the Titan and the pilot. Wyvern only had enough materials to make two of the weapons, a snake sword and a moving/extending shield. He would try to add more in the future, but first he had to make sure the Titan worked.

Wyvern climbed all day until he pulled himself up onto a small flat area and looked down at the land below him and noticed a strange hole on a flat area of stone. Interested, he walked to the hole, exited the Titan, and looked down the hole. It was the size of a human and led into a cave, the cave floor was another two dragon lengths down from the hole. Wyvern wished he could see more of the cave and remembered something about the helmet he was wearing, the visor was animus touched, allowing him to see through one layer of anything. The visor wasn't the only thing animus touched, there was a crystal in the helmet and the Titan, allowing anyone who wears the helmet to control the Titan with their thoughts.

He flipped down the visor and looked into the cave. Inside it was a male MudWing, a female SandWing, a female SeaWing, a male NightWing, and a strange female dragon, along with a reasonable amount of scrolls.

The SeaWing was strutting around the cave barking orders. The MudWing and the Sandwing sat down by the entrance, folding their wings back. The MudWing stretched up and sniffed towards the hole. Wyvern thought he would smell him, but calmed down when he turned his attention back to the cave.

A map of Pyrrhia hung on a wall between two torches. That's a dangerous place to put a map, Wyvern thought.

The SandWing murmured to the MudWing, swishing her tail back and forth. The MudWing murmured back to the Sandwing and she started giggling.

"Stop that," the SeaWing said bossily, stamping her feet at the Mudwing and Sandwing. "No whispering! Pay attention. I'm assigning parts."

"This is not proper studying," the NightWing pointed out. His black NightWing scales made him nearly invisible in the dark shadows between the torches. He swept a few scrolls between his talons and began to neatly sort them into stacked triangles. "Perhaps I should read to everyone instead."

"Dear moons, anything but that," the strange one said from a ledge above the NightWing. "Maybe later, when we're trying to fall asleep." Her long, delicate snout, glowing emerald green, rested on her front claws. Ripples of iridescent blue shimmered across her scales, and her tail was a swirl of vibrant purples.

I think I know what kind of dragon she is now, Wyvern thought as he looked at the strange one. She's a RainWing, they can change the color of their scales to hide themselves, and when they're not hiding, the color of their scales is the emotion they are feeling and the other tribes say they are generally lazy, He remembered from what the other dragons say.

"Shush," the SeaWing scolded them. "Now, obviously I'd be the best queen, but let's make Sunny the queen, since she is a real SandWing." She bustled over and pushed Sunny into the center of the cave.

"Well, sort of," the RainWing muttered under her breath.

"Hsst." the NightWing flicked her with his tail. Now that Wyvern looked closer, Sunny was different from other SandWings. Poor Sunny, I can see why the NightWing reacted the way he did.