~Twilight
Black, tan, gray. Night, Sand, neither. A hollow mountain, a trip outside, an escape.
The pictures flashed in front of my eyes over and over again, pictures of the life I left behind. I had never gone a single day without missing my parents, but with memories of my parents came memories of my stone prison.
I had flown to an area a few minutes flight from my hut and let myself cry, let myself be overcome in memories, let my emotionless mask drop for the first time in years.
After a few moments, I felt a wing across my back and looked to see, through blurry eyes, Desert. I cried into his shoulder, neither of us speaking.
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Scorpion
FanfictionFour dragons from three different tribes came together and accidently created the most powerful dragon since Darkstalker's time. This dragon looked like a regular Sandwing, but he was far more than that. He had powers from some of the most dangero...
