It has been three months since the dragonets "prophecy" came to fruition. Every Tribe was trying to adapt to the new peace. For one particularly stubborn tribe (cough cough, Nightwings, cough cough), they were having a rather rough time. Though one rude little bastard adapted slightly faster (mostly due to not wanting to starve again). - Example dialogue: (this is used in the story) There were only ten Dragons standing in front of Stargazer. They were all wielding spears and unfortunately they were not Nightwings. They could only watch as the flames from the torches gradually went out on the floor. Fateseakers silhouette could vaguely be seen plucking the heads off of the fallen Dragons like flowers in a field. A ripping sound could be vividly heard as Fateseaker grabbed each Dragon by the throat. Followed by a thunk and crunch as Fateseaker slammed the decapitated heads into ground below, turning them into mush. Stargazer finally managed to pull two of the Guards far enough apart to see what was happening. She saw flames filling the area as the Dragons were torn apart. Without any care for any of their comrades. The Dragons on the ground began to spew flames in any direction they could, unsure of exactly where Fateseaker was due to a mixture of pure panic and darkness. --- (A story about Breaking "Fate") WIP chapters are technically "finished", but I'll add more details, better grammar, etc. The edited chapters will have a (rewritten # times) at the beginning.
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