North Shining: Prologue Part 2

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First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1281236161/ Next: In progress Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1281236161/ Just so y'all know, Blackice isn't the MC. Sighing, Blackice ventured forth into the dreary hole-in-the-tree, internally scolding herself for having almost flown back with her mother and nearly ruining her perfect, Mindstalker-free vacation. As she stepped into the darkness, expecting a land of brutal smoke and rock, she found herself in… a lush, bright forest? This was not what she had expected. Bewildered, Blackice gazed around, looking for some sign of the awfulness her mother had told her about, she came up with… nothing. There was not a single flaw in this lush paradise, so full that it turned out Blackice may or may not be… lost. She circled frantically, but somehow the cavernous exit had disappeared in a curtain of flowers too. “Hello, you must be lost,” said a voice from behind. Blackice turned around… to find the literal most perfect dragon behind her. Obviously a Rainwing, he seemed to sparkle in a million colors, like with an untarnished gold earring in one ear that he made look dull, as well as scales and power that were clearly all in working order, indicated by his coral-rose-yellow color, with a gorgeous ice-blue, teal, and lava red spots and ruff. He was, in short, everything Blackice could never even wish to be. “Isn’t that a quote from Dragon of the Lost Cities?” She replied coolly. He blinked. “You recognized it? I swear literally no one has ever heard of it before! For the best series, like, ever it definitely takes a while to get around!” “Favorite character?” “Um, Keith? Obviously?” “Hah!” barked Blackice. “Why choose Keith when Solacereader is an option? Though.. I guess it’s just wistful thinking, considering I’ll never be as perfect or as beautiful as her…” Oops, did I say that aloud? She thought angrily, before releasing a loud string of swears at her clumsiness in her head that would make even Mindstalker clutch her ears in fright. “I think you’re beautiful…” the perfect stranger said involuntarily, blushing. “I’m Iridescent. You?” “Blackice.” “It suits you. Here, let me show you to the school.” And as Blackice followed him down the mossy cobbled pathway, she could’ve sworn that she felt what must've been happiness, a feeling that she'd never experienced for years now, a feeling that made her think that maybe she did have a friend now at the very least. Then Blackice looked back at the foreboding, gloomy tunnel that reminded her of Mindstalker, paranoid and angry and so un-right for all the wrong reasons, when a stream of emotion caught her by surprise. She felt angry, angry at Mindstalker for denying her the love and companionship she should’ve had, and as she crossed into her new paradise she thought vengefully, You’re wrong, Mothe-Mindstalker. You don’t even deserve to be called “Mother.” And I will have friends, strong, amazing ones that will help me like you never had, And I’ll have everything. Everything you never thought I would have. Finally, though, I’ll have dragonets, dragonets more powerful and beautiful than you could ever imagine, dragonets who will support me, dragonets who I will never treat as awful as you have. Dragonets who will have their mother’s love, and their father’s support, who would be cherished with all the love and support that you and Chill withhold from me. And those dragonets will be as powerful and beautiful as the fabled auroras themselves.