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Dear rage journal.

Missed a caveborn silver.

wat. wat. wat. wat. wat.

~aqua

 

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Journal, entry nine -

Aqua just came in 15 minutes after she left for the noon cave drop, crying, and now she's listening to music. It's rather depressing, actually.

I dunno why.

Also, all the eggs I mentioned previously have hatched and grown up now. We have two Blacks, one alt, one CB, a CB Stripe, a CB White, and some other dragons.

 

All is well, or all will be.

-Space

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I found a page from male alt Black's journal. He was unhappy after he realized I read it.

 

11:05, Day 31, Month 12, '11

 

Today I was allowed to stay up later than usual, and Master did, too. She usually leaves at night. She gave us a food she told us was cake. I didn't like it the last time she gave us some. It had white, red, orange, and yellow frosting.

 

It was really sweet. Unlike most of the others, I didn't like sweet foods as much. Master gave me a cupcake instead, so I ate that.

 

She asked Sveltaur to light lumpy metal sticks. She'd filled the red wagon with them. Every dragon got one or two metal sticks. As soon as Sveltaur lit them, sparks flew from the lumpy part at the top! Some of the dragons clutched them in their jaws and flew around, creating a spectacular light show.

 

I just sat there, trying to ignore the Sunset hatchling chewing on my tail. Master gave me another cupcake. I think she wanted me to play.

 

"Here," she said, handing me a striped rocket-looking thing. It was a tube, with a pointy cone at the top. I growled something to her, something like, "What am I supposed to do with this?"

 

She pointed to Indecision's Chaos, the male Split. He, or, they, were slashing a claw across the metal rod that came out of the tube-cone-topped thing.

 

I cocked my head and did the same thing. Immediately, I felt the metal begin to warm up. "Point it at the sky!" Master said, pushing my paws towards the night's stars. I slashed my claws against the metal again, noticing it was now glowing red and nearly burning my paws.

 

"Dragon fireworks." she said, smiling warmly. I remembered, from last year. And with a pop and a shower of sparks, the cone shot off, and a burst of light darted towards the sky. I threw the tube into the air; the metal had gotten very hot.

 

The sky lit up with fireworks. I watched them, mesmerized. They were so pretty. We played all night. Flying around in the clear night sky, sipping grape juice.

 

It was a great New Year's.

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Dear Journal,

 

The rumors have proven to be true. What rumors you may ask? The ones surrounding our mistress, Lady Silverwind. As one of her first brought here to Castle Aingeal along the Coast, I, Azure Silverclaw, am closest to her. Though even I could not expect this. It was Tanis who brought word to me. The female Whiptail is small, fast, and utterly silent when she chooses to be.

 

She had shadowed Lady Silverwind to the tower balcony. There, she saw our mistress watching the waves crash against the cliffs below. Tanis said she seemed melancholic to her. Bathed in the moon's glow, the light picking out the orchid and lavender highlights in her silver hair. Her amethyst gaze restless and never still. Then, Tanis said she felt the brush of powerful magic. And as she watched, stunned, Lady Silverwind was engulfed in magic the color of moonbeams.

 

When it faded a female Silver dragon with wings edged in orchid & lavender stood where our mistress had been. With one last look to the moon the dragoness took to the sky. So it is true, for I know Tanis Quicksilver would not tell a lie. That dragoness has no guile at all. Our Lady, mistress; is a Dragoon, one of those rare Dragon/Human offspring. My only question is why she did not tell us.

 

It is a question I plan to find the answer to...

 

-Azure Silverclaw

Edited by Lady Silverwind

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Journal:

 

That was...unexpected. I didn't think that Polaris Betelgeuse and Polaris Imperial Moon liked each other all that much. Yet, as I was talking with my friend, Polaris Imperial Vega, I just so happened to notice an egg in Moon's nest. When I enquired as to who Moon's mate was, Vega paused. Was it, I wanted to know, some passing stranger? She shook her head, then glanced up towards a rocky outcrop.

 

Following her gaze, I beheld Moon. She wasn't alone, though. I could, by the light of the moon, see another dragon sitting next to her. I didn't need to see the golden glimmer of those scales to know which dragon it was. Out of the three Golden Wyverns in the clan at the moment, only one of them is male.

 

I hadn't realised that Betelgeuse had become an adult. Only a few months ago, he was a hatchling learning how to hunt for himself. However, he never took much notice of the Royal Blues growing up, and I find it slightly hard to believe that he took one for a mate. Still, I'm only fairly young myself, and am sure that there will be many goings on that will surprise me.

 

--- Dancer in Black.

 

 

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Kayos, Entry 1

 

The moment I hatched, I just...knew.

 

Somehow I was aware that I was different, and at one point even dared to consider the possibility that I was what one might refer to as "special." I tumbled out of the safe haven of my shell, which practically disintegrated around me, its faint green glow dying out like a doused candle. Gasps emanated from those surrounding me. I hatched alongside some other miscellaneous dragons, none of my type, so I had nothing to compare myself to. Then a hatchling, a small and ungendered little thing, scampered up to me eagerly in order to greet me. The hatchling halted abruptly upon noticing me there and I felt as if a flag had gone up in my head to serve as some sort of notice. With a pang of realization, it hit me. This hatchling, the frozen Prehistoric Timeline, as I would later come to know, was a Black dragon like myself. I glanced at it, then at my own short legs and charcoal-colored scales. My underbelly was a rich brown shade, and Timeline's was a pale tan. Timeline was longer, more slender, and I was very petite. Timeline also possessed sharp spikes that rose up from the spine, while I did not. Before I could wonder further why I looked so different, a human scooped me up and cried out "It's an Alt!"

 

Alt, though I did not know it at the time, stands for 'alternate' meaning I was a rarer variation of the typical Black dragon. However, more and more humans are obtaining them nowadays, and my human was beginning to feel as though she had received the short end of the stick. I was her twenty first Black dragon, yet I was her very first Alt. She flaunted me to whomever she could, despite my messy lineage. Earlier she had scooped me up out of the AP, where eggs are tossed away carelessly or given up by heavy-hearted owners for reasons they would never know. My human tells me often that normally she would have re-abandoned me, but for some reason, she didn't feel the urge to dump me back there because of my lineage. You could say she was drawn in by my alluring glow, or a mysterious force that the other Blacks and I call 'Black magic' that makes Blacks so inexplicably attractive- not in looks, but literally attractive.

 

I suppose that I wanted to write about this because, being the first Alt in my vast cave, I was a cause for celebration. I tend to lean towards the 'everyone is unique' argument but, and not to be conceited in the least, I am pretty special. I also knew, much like I knew that I was special when I hatched, that I was somehow meant to write. I know of others who have attempted to record their lives in journals much like this before me, and some of them have filled many a page with the stories of them, but I plan to fill this whole journal. I have one particular dragon to thank for this book, as he binds many of the books and journals we are provided with, but I will leave him anonymous for his sake. There are two regular Blacks who hatched after I did, Oniveau and Cymena, who requested they be mentioned in my journal. Another Alt, a female like myself named Brem, grew up shortly after they did. She is a shy, sweet thing, and reminds me of the petals of a flower- delicate and subtly beautiful. She doesn't talk much, and she is not very social, but I admire her inner serenity. Sometimes I watch her wander about, flitting from here to there, humming to herself. I feel a relationship with her that one might feel with their daughter or their younger sister. She is a mystery. Yet another Alt hatched in this most recent batch of Blacks, the result of a thing called 'Alt Lotto' that humans participate in hoping to get Alts after obtaining multiple Black eggs and raising them simultaneously. This little one has not been given a name yet, but I hope it genders male so our human may have a different sprite to put down on her scroll.

 

- Kayos

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Atra of Inkdream’s Journal, Volume 2

Entry One

 

By the Lord, those red hatchlings are IMPOSSIBLE! Loah burned my first journal nearly to ashes! I may manage to make it readable again, but it cannot be written in anymore, so now I am subjected to starting a new journal.

 

So now, journal, let me introduce myself. I am Atra of Inkdream, first dragon of the Enchantress Lilac, Master Scholar of the Somatra Weyr, and Eternal Student of Magic. I live separate from the main Weyr, in my own lair. It is quite comfortable, and I have made a lovely study for myself, complete with a growing library of rare and powerful books. The two paper dragons, Blossom and Winning Story, live with me. I must say, they are both very useful, despite Blossom’s vanity and Winning’s pride. Winning is reading the story written on his scales aloud. I enjoy the story, but I have heard it so many times it grows dull unless the Enchantress herself reads it. Blossom is basking in the sun, same as usual.

 

Outside, the lake glitters in the sunlight, and I can see the water-loving dragons playing in it from my lair entrance. Cxat is practicing her levitation. Good for her, Magi hatchlings must train hard to grow into powerful adults like me and Storychef. The lake is beautiful even in winter, and a light layer of snow covers the ground. The winter has been warmer than usual, and I hope this means for a cool summer. Lord, the summers are unbearable! The forest has no leaves, but the many trees still look lovely against the bright blue sky so like my own eyes. Call me vain, Journal, but I am proud of the bright shade of my eyes.

 

The Weyr grows steadily, and soon, Lilac tells me, she will begin a new hunt. She has been hunting uncommons recently, and we have acquired two blacks now, one being caveborn, which she tells me is quite unusual. A chicken has also come to the cave, Jewel, although no one is really certain who she belongs to. I think Morning Dancer will claim her, as she is so childish. One can’t really blame her, I suppose, but she is really not worth much to the clan.

 

Peace has descended upon the Weyr, and the stone dragon has found a mate. Strange how so few of the Weyr have found mates. Perhaps it is Lilac’s preference for eggs she has collected from the cave and abandoned pile. Ah well, no matter. So long as she chooses not to pick mates for us, we can be happy with what we have. Theodora is complaining about a lack of a suitable mate, however. She is so vain about her lineage, sometimes I despair. She does love Tarshian, although she is probably the most sought after female in the Weyr. Good for her, I say. She holds no true talents save for looking pretty and chattering. Not that it’s any of my concern.

 

Oh dear, Cxat has broken the glass ball Rebjun made for her. Poor thing, so upset. I’ll call her in.

 

~Atra

 

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Just for fun:

 

Dear Diary,

I've always considered myself a fair minded drake. Yes, I judge others, but I give them a chance...well, more than a chance, to redeem themselves. I'm willing to chalk one idiotic mistake up to a bad day or a tired mind but dear Zeus, this new drake give a bad name glory drakes everywhere. He...well maybe it would work out better if I explain a few things first.

His name was Deluce. I say "was" because a couple nights ago, that transfer dragon from Northern France nicknamed him Idiome and it caught on like wild fire. And Deluce? He loved that nickname. Enough that he abandoned his old name and now he's Idiome.

...Idiome means idiocy if my French is accurate. He doesn't even know the others were mocking him when they call him that...

The first time I met Idiome was in the hospital wing. It was right on the heels of a Creorluna attack and I managed to get several scales scraped off my wings and a nice little concussion after a close call. They're still tender even now...when I regained consciousness, I saw him nearby. He was unconscious sporting a bum leg and I assumed he'd been injured fighting as well. He's not actually that bad of a looking drake actually...

But when he woke up he screamed something about evil bananas with teeth and I realized he was deranged. I thought it was war trauma at first though and sympathized...only to learn later that he actually wasn't even in the fight. Heck I seriously doubt now that he's ever even been in a fight. He'd been down at the river and thought for some inexplicable reason he thought a CROCODILE was a BANANA and he tried to eat it. Athena only knows how the heck he managed to get out of the thing's death roll before it managed to tear his leg clean off.

I was kept at the healers for a good week afterward; they said I needed time to heal. But he was sent off on his merry old way. But over the next week, he came back a total of nineteen times. I counted, because there was nothing else for me to do anyways.

Everything from swallowing an entire tree(how he managed to do that is beyond me) and being terrified it was growing inside him to eating toxic berries(same berries got him in the hospital three times in a row...) to swallowing Jyce's gold. There was no reason stupid enough for him to get landed in the hospital.

Honestly I'm surprised I hadn't known of him before. Idiome makes quite a ruckus and tends to be followed by gales of laughter. How he's even still alive is...I don't know. A crime against nature perhaps?

-Leira

Edited by Pinkie

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I found my Purple dragon's journal. He was so mad, that he ripped it! I have two pages from the front...he has the rest. I'll fight him later.

 

I was surrounded by purple. Not to mention I was also purple! I plugged my nose, smelling dead eggs. It seemed I was the only alive one, besides three others who seemed almost dead. I fell asleep after feeling movement. When I woke up, there was a huge crack in my egg. I could only make out egg shells of dead eggs. Yikes! I had to get out of there-fast! I hopped out, and gasped. There were dead eggs everywhere! There was a cat thing in a corner-I couldn't tell what it was. All I know is that I'm the only dragon here!

~Purple Dinnial

 

That was the first page. Here's the second page.

 

My wings have grown! I can fly now, and soon I'll be gown up. No signs of the cat anymore. No signs of any other dragon or dead egg, either! All I know is that I'm lonely for now. But then I spotted the cat again. It was Russian Blue with yellow eyes! Yikes! I'm still purple, and my egg shell was purple. The only thing that wasn't purple that I knew was the cat. I'm still confused, though. Suddenly the cat stirred. Within moment, it disappeared! I wonder where it went...

~Purple Dinnial

 

I also have half a page.

 

I'm an adult, now. I'm the only dragon, and I'm a male! The next girl is my mate. Anyways, the cat came back again. "So you hatched? How..?" it had said. I know the cat is a girl, and it seems friendly. She's my owner! Good news-new eggs who may survive! I'm so---

 

Now, I'll be off fighting with Purple Dinnial.

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Dear diary:

 

Humph. Not sure if I'm pleased at the turn of events. Yes, I finally laid a Gold egg. I mean, I am a Gold dragon, so it would make sense that I should be in demand. Yet the only one who keeps mating with me is Confused Magi. None of the others seem even the remotest bit interested in me. Can't think why though. I am easily the most attractive of all the females in the clan so far.

 

Still, I suppose I should be pleased that I've finally laid a Gold, instead of a Magi.

 

-- Hallowed Pure Sunrise.

 

 

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The life of Chaos:

 

I will write this entry as a start to a much loved diary to be owned by Chaotiki Avysso,young dragon-to-be,a sweet little hatchling,Royal Blue breed,and my darling adopted child.Though over-the-top at times,she is of a deep mind,with limitless curiosity and creativity,and intelligence.When my child matures,I hope she will read this paragraph and remember her caregiver,watching from afar,seeing the growth of her adopted child.

 

Una De Plata,Silver Dragon of the Inca Caves.

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Journal:

 

I wish I had parents. Well, parents who're still alive, anyway. According to Polaris Q, who took me under her wing, both my parents died for some reason. They weren't part of this clan, though. I envy those hatchlings who do have parents. Polaris Q is okay, as far as surrogate mothers go, but I do wish I'd known who my parents were.

 

-- In Need of Hugs.

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Journal entry from my first white dragon.

 

Dear Journal,

 

I thought I was out of place and different for only having one wing. I was shunned by most of the other dragons around me. My parents had abandoned me as a child for they thought I was a freak. I only had one wing and I still haven't grown another. At least it doesn't feel as bad anymore. There are three others that have joined us and they only have a single wing. I'm starting to wonder, though. Is it so common for our breed to only have a single wing? And why does it seem to only be the males? Whatever the case, it feels good to know that you're not alone or as out of place anymore. I finally feel like I belong somewhere.

 

~The One-Winged Angel

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I awoke to find myself in a dimly lit cave. The last rays of the sun were slowly warming my frigid body as I slowly lifted my head and beheld a astonishing sight; I was alone. Dried blood was smeared on the earthen floor, and deep claw marks marked the stony walls. All that was left was this old leather book and a small stick of charcoal.

I padded to the mouth of the cave and peered out into the starry night. The cave was imbedded into a tall mountain. A narrow path wound its way to the tip of the moonlit valley. After more searching, I found that there were many dark holes on the mountainside that marked openings to many different caves.

Frightened, I retreated back to the shards of my eggshell. They were a beautiful, glorious sight. Covered in swirls and were both light and dark. Gold dust sprinked the ground where I hatched and I created a name for myself out of my describings.

With confidence, I faced my future and prepared to go on a journey to find out what happened here, who I really am, and what I do with my life

 

GoldGloryDust, Orphan

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The moon was still high in the sky when I awoke to a loud sound. I scrambled to my paws and stumbled towards the mouth. There, I viewed the flock of dragons making their way towards my cave.

I hastily grabbed this book, as it is my only connection to where I come from, and make my way to the narrow pathway.

I was almost out when I remember the shards. Of course I shouldn't leave them! If they were to find that there was a survivor, I would be hunted down, just like the dragons in the cave. I had no choice but to shove them over the ledge into the misty valley forest. All I kept was one shard to remind me of where I was hatched.

Upon checking the dragons' process, I found they were much closer than I had wished. I quickly made my way down the path, almost slipping in some areas. Above me, I could hear the sounds of them landing and searching the empty cave.

"Hey, look at this!" I faintly heard one say, I paused, hoping for more details.

"What is it?" a gruff voice questioned.

"Egg dust." the first replied as I banged my head in frustration, I had forgotten about the dust! "What-" the voice faltered, "What if the prophesied one is still alive?"

"Then we find it and bring it before the Lord King Te'Jain." the gruff voice ordered.

"We'll make camp here tonight, we can hunt tomorrow." said a small mysterious voice. Dragons murmured in agreement and all fell silent.

In frightened haste, I ran down the rest of the path and into the forest. Tomorrow! I'll never be able to get away from them! And what were they talking about when they mentioned the "prophesied one?" Is that me?

And, for the first time in my young life, I felt real fear. It was icy cold and unforgiving, and I shuddered when I felt it touch my soul.

Even in my fright, my eyelids drooped in exhaustion. No use going on like this, so I climbed up a tree and curled up, hoping I didn't shine in the moonlight.

GoldGloryDust, Orphan

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Dear journal,

Fights among the other clan members have been happening recently with many wounds inflicted. I and the other whites (with the exception of Chaos Lunar) have struggled to heal all of them as there are many gashs that we simply can't do anything for, but to leave them alone hoping they won't get infected. The pair of Shadow Walkers, Cochiti and Obscuratio have been helping as well, but it's taken a toll on both of them with Cochiti nearly dying several times.

 

Nevertheless, she keeps trying to help, despite Obscuratio insisting that she should rest! Meanwhile, our owner is suffering as well, with attacks from other humans that mean she is often alert for danger, but we worry for her health as it is declining at a rapid rate. Hopefully things will have eased by next week, otherwise I'm afraid we'll have to move away and find a new place to stay.

 

Delia Candida

Edited by poppy97

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Dear journal,

The opposing army is growing by the day, not a good thing. Deadliest Iris lead us vampires against the Sin's army and it went badly. Deadly Pepper got several new scars, Deadly Lavender lost one of his horns, and Deadly Coral was nearly captured by that crazy magi, Slafe. When Deadly Angel hesitated, Flaming Falls gave me a long scratch down the side of my neck and pinned me to the ground.

 

I would have died if Deadly Lemon haven't arrived with the back ups; NightClan and FieryClan. Night Meadow managed to pull the magma off of me before I passed out.

 

I woke up in a den, covered in bandages. After chatting with Jade, our clan's medic, I found out that the dragons not wanting or not capable of fighting live in this cave. After befriending a small skywing called Yoqua, I'm in no rush to rejoin the battle. But I'm rather concerned about about her coughing fits. Poor thing was attacked by ice dragon.

 

~Deadly Carnation

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Oh dear, after yesterday's fighting, I'd thought that things had calmed down by now but hardly at all. Now our owner has received a very nasty letter a few hours ago, which made her furious. Never have I seen her fly into such a rage but then she stormed off, presumably to hunt down the person or people who wrote it.

She hasn't come back yet which leaves the rest of the clan members worried about where she's gone and I feel something's amiss... Maybe not to the clan's liking.

 

Meanwhile Fates has been looking after the eggs and hatchlings with a lot of success, which makes me jealous, as most of the hatchlings come to me to be looked after, not her. But I guess, everyone's shattered, as I can see most of the clan members sleeping. Which reminds me to get some sleep.

 

Ivy Sin

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The prophecy is complete.

 

My dreams are whispering something. Though I'm not sure what the meaning is.

 

A fiery dragon's final stand

Destroyed by a cold hand

The Clans must break like a piece of glass

A leader stabbed with a piece of brass

Two will turn against the other

A roaring fire will finally be smother

Though that will not end the war

Find the egg surrounded by lore

Summoned by light, fire, and water

It will end the time of slaughter

 

In other words, I'm worried about Yogua's health. Her coughing keeps the entire cave awake.

 

Then the ice dragons keep attacking hatchlings and freezing them. Only a few have made it to adulthood.

 

~Vazzmanoa

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This place...I'm not sure if I like it. There's something eerie about it, despite the presence of several adults, who are looking after the eggs. And me. Since I'm currently the only hatchling, I have been placed in a separate nest. It's too spacious for one hatchling, however, and I wish I had someone sharing it with me. The adults are all very attentive, and are clearly trying their best to make me feel welcome. Too attentive, actually. It's a little smothering, in a way.

 

Still, my sense of uneasiness continues. I can't put a name to what is causing it yet. Indeed, I don't know if it's just a false alarm, or if there is something to be worried about. Time, that's what I need. Time will tell if my senses are lying to me or not.

 

There is now another hatchling sharing the nest with me. Unlike me, it doesn't yet have a name, and seems unwilling or unable to respond to my questions. It just sits there, blinking and occasionally looking round. It doesn't seem to be the cause of my unrest, but...well, that's enough for today.

 

Gintoki Mistsong

Edited by Muile

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The sense that something isn't quite right continues to haunt me. I've determined that the silent little hatchling who shares the nest with me isn't the cause, however. It seems to be slightly more relaxed now, and not quite so given to jumping at the slightest noise or movement. The fact that there are two other hatchlings of the same species seem to have helped as well. They give off a strange smell, and every now and then, one of them does attempt to steal my food.

 

There's also a White hatchling, with who I have become friends. It doesn't have a name yet. None of the others do, apart from me. That does strike me as somewhat strange. Why am I the only hatchling to have a name? I haven't grown my frills yet, so don't know my gender, either.

 

Gintoki Mistsong

Edited by Muile

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Dear journal,

Things in the cave are exiting! Two of our Tinsel eggs just hatched! One was a bronze and one, a gold! Silver star [our silver tinsel] named them gold gate and tarnished gate. We are going to elect a new dragon leader for our tribe. Out current one thinks he has be leader to long and wants to hand down his role to a much younger male dragon. We all think it will be Flower of the bush but were not sure. But we all know it will be a purple! Our cave is getting crowded. I'm not sire but I think were getting closer 200. We are going to move to a much larger cave on the other side of the lake. Out water based dragons love that lake and in the other cave theirs and extinsen and we are going to have a nursery,guards room, healing room, vampire room and a breeding room! At least- that's what I heard. I'm just an un-gendered hatchling. None of the adults are going to share that information with me! I just like eaves dropping on them with the other hatchlings. Someone's we will even sneak out of the cave [ witch were not supposed to do] and watch them carry books,scrolls, medicine and all our other stuff. Kattail [our human master] will onounce the move to us tomorrow. I'll write and update soon to tell you what happens!

Sincerly,

Yen-Ching the geode hatchling.

 

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I don't have much time to write this, since we are in the middle of the peak of the war. The clans have formed into one large clan momentarily. but in broke into pieces.

Iris was stabbed with a brass pipe through her jaw, bad condition.

I must go now,

~Vazzmanoa

 

How dare they! Those fighting dragons broke Lurker's tombstone. I taught that red a lesson faster then you could say 'I'm gonna kill you!' The feeling of a life slipping away because of you is, well, somewhat pleasant. Quite nice to be active instead of moping around. Now back to protecting the graveyard!

 

~Graveyard Wanderer

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I'm stuck in this egg, with no way out until I hatch. I want to break free, I want to discover who I am, but I need to be fed. Food.....Oh food.

Edited by Joyful

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