Heya! This is a story about my OC, Tragedy! She was designed by @fistash! Enjoy the animation (by me) playing in the bg :3 “It’s over, Bluegill,” a SeaWing said firmly. Her pastel blue scales pulsed with her breath as ragged pants escaped her lips. “The Queen’s guards are going after him.” “I won’t believe it,” Bluegill sobbed. “They can’t have Nightmist.” Two other SeaWings stood by, anxiously watching for the arrival of the dragon in question. The four of them were huddled inside a mossy tunnel just near the Summer Palace. “They don’t have me yet,” said a comforting voice that had appeared inside the tunnel, undertoned with the same ragged breathing as the rest of them. “But they’re right on our tail,” the NightWing said, pointing to the clamor of voices and clinking spears moments behind them. “Then we must keep going, my love,” Bluegill cried. “Hurry!” The quintet of dragons rushed to the other end of the tunnel and began flapping their wings. “The Queen’s guards really want you bad,” the light blue SeaWing—Scallop, her best friend since hatching, snorted. “They know they need to find someone to blame for all of the deaths of the princesses,” another one of the SeaWings growled. “If they don’t find an outlier, the queen will have their heads.” “Executing random dragons over throwaway assumptions isn’t going to end well for Queen Coral,” Scallop sniffed. A few more minutes passed in silence. The only audible noise was the panting of dragons and wingbeats thumping the air. And, of course, the shouts of the SeaWing guard. Bluegill focused on her flight patterns to distract herself from the tingling sense that she was forgetting something. Up, down. Up, down. Her wings pushed the night wind as she thought. She had everything she needed, right? Her three accomplices. Her husband. What was it that she didn’t have? Bluegill suddenly froze midair. “Oh, moons. My egg!” “Oh, no!” Nightmist yelped. “In the clamor we forgot it!” “We don’t have time for this,” one of the SeaWings said anxiously, throwing a glance over his shoulder. “The guards are right behind us, and the Tragedy Knights stop for no one.” Bluegill froze as betrayal and anger took her. This random SeaWing didn’t understand how important her egg was. “It’s my dragonet in there,” Bluegill snapped, tears welling up. “We’re not leaving without the egg.” Scallop avoided her eyes before murmuring, “Sorry, Bluegill. But Clamshell is right.” “Then I guess…I guess I’m not a Tragedy Knight,” Bluegill hissed. “Come on, Nightmist. We need to go.” “Bluegill, wait!” Scallop called. “We’ll come back for it!” But Bluegill and Nightmist were already banking down to an island just a short flight away; the island where their precious egg was hidden. “Hold them off!” Bluegill shouted. “Distract them! Please!” She didn’t see her only friend’s reaction. But she would trade her a million times, as much as it pained her, for her lone egg. Bluegill and Nightmist arrived a few minutes later. Thankfully, the other Tragedy Knights had done their job and kept the guards busy. “Oh, thank the moons you’re alright,” Bluegill breathed with relief as she moved a few vines on a boulder to reveal a deep blue egg cut with black swirls. “I was so worried.” “And just in time, too,” Nightmist breathed in awe. “It’s hatching!” Bluegill’s eyes widened as a gray claw poked through the shell, sending a piece tumbling. It wiggled around as it pushed more shell away, making a cooing sound to itself. Suddenly, voices sounded overhead. /Oh no,/ Bluegill realized in fear. /The guards noticed our getaway./ “Nightmist,” she hissed urgently and quietly. “The guards found us. We have to hide!” “There’s nowhere /to/ hide,” Nightmist yelped. “This stupid island is just boulders and vines!” “Then let’s pick a boulder and go there,” Bluegill hissed in fear. The two of them, holding their hatching egg, ducked behind a large stone and listened tightly, holding each other close. “I saw them land here,” hissed a rock hard voice. “Fan out.” Talonsteps. The guards were searching. “But sir, what about the other SeaWings?” a voice asked. “They got away!” “Yes, but this is the convicted one,” the head guard said. “The others can wait. Now find the NightWing!” The talons scurried away to keep searching. Bluegill looked down to check on the egg. The dragonet was almost fully out, she realized. Despite the circumstances, warm love melted her heart as she looked into the dragonet’s eyes. She was a beautiful abyss gray with sharp deep blue wings laced with moons and stars. Her underbelly was a stunning lavender and her eyes matched with tiny crescent moon pupils. The dragonet gaggled. “Oh, my darling,” Bluegill whispered as softly as she could. “You must be quiet. I’m sorry you had to hatch in this situation, but we just need to stay hushed a little longer.” More below!
The dragonet looked around in confusion but seemed to understand. She buried herself obediently under Bluegill’s wing. “She’s so beautiful,” Nightmist whispered just as large talons pushed him into the sand. “Stop!” Bluegill yelled, instantly on her feet as a large SeaWing guard began to yell to the others. Time had run out. Nightmist struggled. “Take the dragonet and get out of here!” “No! I won’t leave you!” Bluegill shouted as tears clouded her eyes. “You have to!” Nightmist yelled as the guard on top of him began to wrestle a strong chain over Nightmist, pinning his wings down. Nightmist began to inhale and Bluegill could see fire in his throat. Suddenly, Nightmist’s eyes widened and he stared just beyond his wife. “Bluegill, behind you!” Bluegill spun and leaped away from a large guard attempting to sneak up on her. “GO!” Nightmist howled as the whole troop descended on him. “I love you and my daughter more than anything!” Bluegill couldn’t breathe. She lost her only friend and now her husband. But if she didn’t leave now, she and her dragonet would be gone, too. Clutching her dragonet, who was looking into her eyes as if to ask, “What’s happening, Mommy?” she whispered, “I love you, too.” With that, she turned and leapt into the air. Shouts arose and a few guards began to encroach, but she was a fast flier and even faster swimmer. Her dark blue scales hid her and she plunged into the ocean, hoping her dragonet had gills, and swam like lightning. She had to surface slightly for her daughter and she swam. The guards stood no chance, and fell back, losing her. Bluegill pulled herself onto an island and lay there, resting and panting. “Oh, my sweet, sweet daughter. I will promise to protect you forever and ever. The wretched queen will never get her claws on you. You’re safe.” The dragonet coughed water out before turning in a circle in her mother’s arms and beginning to snooze. “Your name will be Tragedy,” Bluegill whispered as tears began to fall. “Because no night was a tragedy like tonight.” Suddenly, Bluegill knew what to do. The best way to protect her dragonet, to keep her safe and sound as she’d promised, was to leave her. The queen would catch up to her eventually. Her dragonet was small and black as night. With a heavy heart, Bluegill understood. Life just had it out for her. But it wasn’t going to get her dragonet, too. “I’m so sorry,” she cried as she set her big-eyed daughter on the sand and pulled a few fronds over her. Shaking out her wings, Bluegill lifted into the night sky under the moons and soared into the darkness.
