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) Fateseaker flipped through the air as his whole being was consumed by gut wrenching pain, followed by the sensation of flames licking over every scale and bone in his body. Somehow his head was still on his shoulders, but just like the first Orb, something was gone. His wings had been completely blown off alongside most of the flesh on his back and a portion of the right side of his neck. Showing the muscles and tissue deep beneath the few scales he had left. As Fateseaker was redirected from the explosion he was not quite as lucky as before. A electric shock shot up his spine as he slammed back first into a the trunk of a tree, paralyzing him. Soon after he began to plummet once again toward the jungles floor, slamming into numerous branches that cracked against his bones violently on his short lived journey to the ground. But luckily or unluckily depending on how you view it, the branches seemed to slow Fateseaker down just enough to spare his mutilated body from death. He hit ground with a sickening crunch as most of the unbroken bones in his body snapped instantly. Blood poured from every pore on his shattered body. --- (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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