Defected - (Non AJ Related)

The Escape
It was a searingly sharp, boling day at the camp. The skyguards were resting mid-air, their eyes heavy, head in the clouds, ruffling their feathers in annoyance at carrying such a downy body around.

"Silvertongue! Come here! You want to become a Shiia, don't you?" Snapped the Shaman, tossing his reptilian, jet-black head up to where Silvertonue sat, gnawing a soft bone thoughtfully. Silvertongue ignored him, and continued carving a skyguard out of the bone. All the other dragons sat impatiently, whispering among themselves about if Silver was going to complete the initiation. "HURRY UP!" The Shaman roared one last time. -crunch!-

"mmhmmm?" Silvertongue murmured quietly, but didn't respond too directly. His unusually small yet horrifyingly sharp fangs carved carefully as if one flaw would hurt as if it were his own bones being chipped into.

"I know it would turn out like this. This... THING.. You call a dragon... You can NEVER LEARN, Silvertongue. I knew a DEFECTED little runt like you wouled get lost in the simplest of orders." Spat Respaje, a high-ranking warrior. Silvertongue stopped carving. They said that word-Defected.... His deep green eyes turned a scarlet-pink, with a hint of flame seemed to flicker in his iris. Without hissing a word, he stepped forward. Whatever he had to do to make them leave him alone and complete this stupid ritual, he wanted it over with. "Sit down and close your eyes, and focus your mind on your gem." Murmured the Shaman. Silvertongue did so. Silver focused on his diamond. The shimmering, glittering shards of white dazzled his/her mind's eye, making his body feel limp with interest. Next it felt like it was bouncing in a white, thick layer of snow, camouflaged (Silvertongue keeps it hidden, but has the ability to change his colour according to his mood's gem, what? I'll get to that later.) Silevr explored every gemstone, focusing on every feeling felt to enter the gemstone. He snapped out of it. "Great. Now, summon your weapon." The Shaman praised. Silver hesitated. This didn't feel right. Which one? He would go with his white diamond for now. He valued every weapon, but his diamonds seemed special somehow. He focused, and drew out the crystal-diamond cutlass and shield from his head and back. "If you have any more, please summon them if you really are different, we won't judge." Promised the Shaman. Silvertongue gulped. He drew them all out. Gauntlets, whips, helmets, bows, tail armours, spears, animatronic jaws! "Give them to us. You will be our leader." Tempted the Shaman, and the high-authority Dragons looked at the weapons, then at Silvertongue. "No." He hissed. He jumped as high as hecould manage, spreading his wings and fighting against the wind as hard as he could to get away from the camp. ''HOW COULD THEY?! All this time, raising me, trying to teach me and...! All so they could think they were gems too. I can't leave them. It hurts me like I am the enemy being stricken with them. These weapons are my soul, I cannot abandon a chapter! Even if I have to hide it. ''Silvertongue thought to himself He shimmered different colours of rage. Garnets Rubies, and flaming Jasper.

(WIP) Please do not edit unless of typos, or continue the story. The writer had a limited amount of time to begin this story. (Written by 10-year-old Arabella by hand, published by older sibling Chloe so Arabella can safely share her work without giving away personal information and betraying the restrictions of COPPA.)

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