(Originally posted on ao3/crossposted)
Why did they blow up their home?
Why did they chase them off their continents?
Why did it feel like, that no matter where they went, no matter how hard they tried, that they still felt lost, in a haze, trying to settle but never really, truly doing so?
What was wrong?
What had gone wrong?
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OR: In a future where Pyrrhia and Pantala suffered large explosions across their lands, the dragons left, hoping against hope that maybe, they could find somewhere new to live.
And then they found Pangerria, and the Shadow Dragons, and the immense sense that something was wrong, wrong, wrong; but, I ask you this:
In a time of great desperation, to choose between a flaming, broken land or a twisted one, is there really a choice at all?
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Written by @Raven_Foxxies, Betaed by @Tabby_Andrews (on ao3)
Co-written by @North_Starling (via a different fic) on ao3