Droplet's Fanfiction

All righty, first things first. Please do not edit this without permission. I repeat, please do not edit this without permission. I have it all figured out.

Prologue (five minutes earlier)
A small SkyWing shuffled through the halls of the palace, reading a card with directions to a specific room. The orange dragon never looked up from the card once, as if fearing a brutal punishment if it did. As it was turning a corner, it felt a talon clamp down on its shoulder. It shrieked in high sound and she leapt forward to attack the dragon who had scared her. It was a large, growling SeaWing, whose bright blue scales shone purple in the dim red light. She slashed at his face, sharp dark grey claws connecting with the dragon's face, and she scratched his neck with her back legs. The SeaWing gasped, making blood bubble up from the gash. The SkyWing cleared her throat and yelled.

"Guards! A SeaWing! Come quick!" Two guards burst out of the nearest set of doors.

"Nice defense, Cerise," One of them commented in a deep voice. "Now you should get back to your delivery, or the queen will have your head. They grabbed the SeaWings arms and stomped away. Then, Cerise went back to her assignment.

Chapter 1
Flare sat on the floor with a scroll next to the fireplace in his family's home in the royal palace. Threre was a knock on the door, and he put down his scroll and went to open it. He was greeted by a messenger who clung a package to her chest.

"Hello, Cerise, may I have the package?" He asked, and Cerise rolled her eyes.

"It's my job to get you the package, when will you realize that?" She hissed grumpiliy, but handed him the package. Flare grunted when she let go, surprised at the weight of the box.

"What... is... in this?" He puffed.

"Gift from the queen." Cerise informed him absent-mindedly while she inspected her partially blood-stained claws. He shook his head and backed into the quarters, knowing perfectly well that he wouldn't get anything more out of her.

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He ran his claw long the adhesion that held the top panels of the metal box together, pondering how to open it. Then an idea popped into his head. He took a vase off the mantel of the fireplace, and poured a bit of water on it. With a quit hiss, the seal melted away. Flare lifted the lid, and pulled out a scroll case attached to a string. He unscrewed the cap, and gently lifted out the scroll. He could feel the magic humming under his scales. Now to get started...