Ok, this isn't a chapter. But, just gonna say, this is my new story. So far, it has nothing to do with A Story with No Name. It's about a.....
Well, I better leave that to the story.
But trust me, you are gonna like it!
Crescent: Hi. The name's Crescent Drago. You haven't heard of me. But by the end of this story, you will know everything.....
That's it from Crescent herself! She is my most recent OC. Hope ya like the story and keep an eye out for the first chapter!!!!!
Your crazy author,
The harsh yellow light was my alarm clock when I felt it blast into my
eyes. It was past dawn, but not noon, maybe around nine or ten in the
morning. Light streamed in shafts through the bars of my cage, making
interesting black shadows waver and morph with every jostle.
And that's when I realized we were trekking; again. Except now we had
somehow gotten a cart, which was being carried bruttally over the
path. I looked down and my eyes stretched wide. The cart was a narrow
five inches from a neverending cliff.
"I hope you like the view." The sneer belonged to Jolt. I groaned as
the wheel hit another bump and made me bounce up, hit the top of the
cage, and then slam down painfully.
"I hope you like dumplings," I muttured back, eyeing the dizzying
heights and feeling my lunch resurface. I swallowed it back, grimacing
at the nasty taste.
Jolt spectulated me suspiciously. "Say, your face is green..."
I attempted a growl, but the cart hit another rut and it ended up as a
whiny grunt. "I think..I prefer...the sack..." I managed to get out
Jolt cringed and turned around, but showed no sign of making my
I looked around, and noticed that the dragon from last night was here
as well, walking behind Golden Eyes with downcasted eyes and an air of
wounded pride. The leader was stalking ahead, her hard, stony gaze
trained forward. I sighed, and tried to squirm into a more comfortable
position, but I was crammed and not even my fingers were movable. I
let out a frustrated snarl, the overwhelming urge to burst out surging
through me. But no matter how much I strained, not one part of me
"Clausterphobic, eh?" I managed to avert my vision to see a gleaming
pair of fangs smirk at me, belonging to a dark green face. "Just like
That caught my attention. "My..my what?"
Golden Eyes said no more, though, her mouth in a thin line. "Carry
on." she growled.
"Father? What do you mean by my father?!" I demanded.
The dragoness didn't answer, but Hurricane did.
"Yes; Night, your father. He hated tight spaces."
"He's still alive?" I asked.
"You could say that," Golden Eyes sneered. "But he will be no use to
"He will be...elimenated." The green-scaled dragoness cackled softly.
"No..." I whispered, my shoulders sagging. I hadn't even met my
father, and he was going to pass. My pre-grief turned to fury.
"Why?" I asked angrily. "Why destroy him?! He has done nothing!"
Golden Eyes snapped her head around, her eyes blazing with rage. "Do
not speak of things you have no notion of, dragon-girl," she hissed
vehemently. "He has done worse things than you could ever imagine."
Stunned by her sudden outburst, my eyes stretched huge and I found my
arms shaking with fear.
"Do not speak of him again." The fury remained in the dragoness's
eyes, but her temper had subdued and she continued walking.
I gawked at her for a moment in shocked silence. What did she mean by
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Chapter Twenty-Two (Continued Part One)
"Where did Golden Eyes go?"
Mac looked up with subdued, panicked eyes, his mouth twisted into an
expression of sorrow.
Sage closed his eyes, breathing deeply, his scaled hands curled into
fists. "She went-" The dragon's voice was shaky, and almost as if in a
trance. "She went towards the mountains."
Suddenly, his sea blue eyes flew open. "Mac, get Tigress, Fuego, Claw,
Silent and Jade,"
Mac recoiled at Sage's venom-filled words, looking as if he had been
stung. "You alright?"
"No!" the dark dragon thundered, black sparks running down his scaled
ebony fingers. Then he calmed down, letting out a frustrated sigh. The
black lightning on his hands fizzed to a stop. "Mac, you are not the
only one worried about Crescent." Mac's eyes widened. Of course! Sage
was Crescent's uncle! It hit him like a slap to the face.
"Find them and tell them that Crescent's been captured and that we
need to get her back." Sage continued.
Mac suddenly understood. "Okay, Sage. I'll get them."
Sage gave Mac a grateful look. "Thank you."
Mac nodded, then he raced down towards the Jade Palace without another
"Jade! Fuego!" Mac skidded to a stop, his chest heaving as he rattled
off the names. "Silent, Claw, a-and Tigress!"
The five mentioned walked up, and Mac realized that Silent and Claw
seemed to have just come back from wherever they had been.
"What is it?" Fuego asked, one eyebrow raised at Mac's breathless
"Sage summons you." Mac answered.
"What for?" Tigress asked, the suspicion in her voice neatly shielded
by her innocent question.
"I-I don't..." Mac sighed. "Look, Crescent has been captured."
"What?! Who dared to lay a finger on her!" The infuriated roar came
from Fuego. He glared at Mac as if he had captured the dragoness
herself, a challinging gleam coming into his forest green eyes, his
lips drawn back into a snarl. His anger was backed up with low
murmurings and gasps from the others.
"Golden Eyes did it!" Mac finally spat out, drawing himself to full
Jade's eyes were wide. "No," she mumbled weakly. "It can't be."
Suddenly fuming, Mac glared around with cold fire at those around him.
Golden Eyes! The name was trash, venom, a foulness to bitter for those
who spoke it. "Yes, it's true. And Sage called us to do something."
"Are we going to get her back?" Silent asked.
"And how do we know the way?" Claw questioned darkly.
"Sage knows the way. He says they took her through the mountains." Mac
"And how does he know that?"
Mac turned and faced the questioner. The amber-eyed Kung Fu Master
bored into his eyes, daring him to make an error. "He knows, Tigress."
Mac answered firmly, establishing the comment and saying no more.
"I'm coming." Jade piped up from the back, pushing herself forward and
marching towards Sage's direction. "Crescent is in trouble, and I'm
gonna go help rescue her. You slowpokes comin' or not?" the sixteen-
year-old dragoness crossed her arms, getting the point across.
"I'm in." Fuego stepped up to Jade.
"My Leader orders us to. So I must go." Silent walked up silently
(ahem), her sky-blue eyed wandering over to Claw.
The tan wolf shuffled his feet on the ground nervously, shifting his
gaze from Silent to the grass. "Okay, I'm coming."
The last remaining was Tigress, who stood with a rigid gaze, her paws
on her hips. "I'll go." she said after an unbearable pause that seemed
to last all of eternity. "Crescent was a good friend."
Mac nodded, relief washing over him.
"What about the others?" Claw asked, jerking his thumb backwards
toward the unamed ones.
"They must stay and defend the Valley of Peace," answered the deep
voice of Sage as he strode up. "Evil is coming, and evil is going. We
must face it both ways."
Actually, Sage put his robe on before the conversation XD and this story could get a lot weirder....luckily, I see to that. (Or maybe not...)
Golden Eyes squinted up at the sky, but then widened her eyes as
the figures shot down, stopping only at the last moment to land
gracefully on the stone street.
The older dark green dragoness looks over with sad, tearful amber
eyes. "Golden Eyes, how could you?"
"I-I didn't..." Golden Eyes looks down at the ground guiltily, her
eyes full of shame and her mouth twisted into a sullen frown. She
looks hopefully. "Dad? You understand, right?"
The black dragon gives an inaudible sigh, his red-orange eyes burning,
though his face is emotionless. "I am disappointed in you, Golden Eyes."
Her father -the one person she could trust and look up to, and confide
in her fears of the night- is disappointed in her! Golden Eyes feels
something lodge in her throat, her mouth dry. He was disappointed in
her...he hated her....
"Violet Scales?" she chokes out, turning to her last hope, her twin
sister. The black-scaled, violet-eyed dragoness refuses to meet her
sibling's eyes, looking at the ground. She bites her lip and looks at
Golden Eyes, her eyes dull with pain.
"You brought this on yourself, sis."
Golden Eyes' stomach is queasy, her face contorted with rage and
sorrow. Her family had turned against her...they all hated her because
of that accident....because of her reckless personality....
"Fine!" Golden Eyes snarled. "Hate me! I don't care! You -the world-
everyone is an idiot, because they don't understand anything!"
Golden Eyes roared fiercely, straining to break free of the cuffs, her
fury making her blind and exhausted. Finally she gives in to the rhino
guard who ushers her away as she sobs quietly, not letting anyone see.
Her family looks on sadly, and before the guards can get them as well,
the PureDragons are off, three dots in the pale sky.
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Sage slipped on the dark green robe, the blush evident even through
his pitch black scales. the robe had accidentally been torn off and all that he had had on was his underwear. Mac felt like he was going to burst into laughter any second now.
Mac was trying as hard as possible not to burst into laughter, when
Sage grunted, "Thanks."
"Your welcome." Mac said through clenched teeth, not of anger, but
trying to hide his sniggers. But the alarm in Sage's dark blue eyes
immediatly turned Mac's laughter into silence and sobered his fun.
"Sage, have you seen Crescent?"
Mac looked up at the DragonCounsel leader with hopeful amber eyes,
only to be met with Sage's sad, gentle look. "Golden Eyes. She
"WHAT?!" Mac gave a snarl of rage. "How do you know this?!"
Sage hung his head and refused to meet Mac's flaming eyes. "I was
"And why didn't you stop her?!" Mac clenched his fists, glaring
daggers at the black dragon.
"But you failed!!" Mac was on the verge of punching the lights out of
"Listen, Sky-furred," Sage's voice was in a low whisper as he looked
down at Mac, towering over him. "The last thing I need is you against
me right now, so just hear me out, okay?"
The tone of voice made Mac's mouth turn into a straight line, although
his blue-furred face was still twisted with fury.
"Golden Eyes is a master illusioner. She can make herself look like
anyone she has seen,"
Mac's eyes widened and he looked down at his feet. "Oh?"
"Not to mention that she can read minds-to an extent." Sage gritted
his teeth in anger.
"Don't you have those powers?" Mac asked, a bit too innocently.
"Yes-but mine are more limited." Sage continued. "You see, Golden Eyes
is a master of trickery. She probably summoned Crescent somehow,
looking like me, while her PureDragons captured Crescent."
Mac looked up, worry etched on his striped face. "Didn't you try and
"Yes." Sage growled. "But she is more powerful than me, and she knows
"But you're the DragonCounsel's leader!" Mac protested.
"Making excuses will not help." Sage snapped. "But she had two other
dragons with her-" Then Sage stopped, thinking. "No, wait. One dragon
and a black tiger."
"A black tiger?" Mac asked, perplexed.
"Yes. He had red eyes." Sage responded. "But I will save you the fight
and tell you this," The dragon looked at Mac in the eyes, worry
clouding his dark blue ireses.
"Crescent is in great danger."
"She is young, and pretty." croons a soft, gentle voice. "I could
never wish for a better daughter."
"But she is reckless," warns a deep, gruff voice, "And she says her
words freely, never thinking twice."
"She speaks from her heart, and that is good."
There is a long pause. "What will happen if the others find us?"
"We can only hope they won't." answers the deep voice after a period
of undisturbed silence.
Golden Eyes felt a warm feeling grow slowly up her spine, reminding
her of the days when freedom and wishes and dreams existed to her.
The young dragoness looks over the building with horror. She hadn't
meant to, it was an accident...
A rhino thunders up and glowers at her through narrowed eyes, although
the fear that surrounds him is evident.
"You!" he snarls, drawing a heavy battle axe and holding it out
protectively in front of his great gray bulk. "A PureDragon!"
Yes, the dragoness is a PureDragon; she knows that fact well. But she
"Fellers!" the rhino calls apprehensively, tensing when the dragoness
moves, "It's one of 'em-a PureDragon!" he spits the last word out as
if it was too bitter a taste.
"Sir, please let me explain-" The dragoness whimpers, cringing at the
guard's hostile glare. "I was-it was an accident-"
"Pah! You and your feeble excuses!" the rhino snorts. "Miss, you are
coming to jail."
"But I didn't mean to-"
The rhino curses below his breath and peers at the young reptilian
with a cautious glint in his dark eyes. "Never trust a PureDragon," he
growls in disgust.
Suddenly, a small squad of rhinos and oxes come with the heavy rythm
of hooves beating against the ground.
A stout, well-muscled brown ox walks up and stares down at the
dragoness. "PureDragon, alright." he mutters in contempt.
Golden Eyes cowers beneath his gaze. Behind her, villagers hurry
frantically to try and douse the flames that lick through the old
The ox grabs Golden Eyes fiercely by her arm, snorting "You are coming
Golden Eyes couldn't take this anymore. The narrowed-eyed glares and
the curses were enough, but now this?
The golden-eyed dragoness gives a loud hiss and tears her hand free
from the ox's iron grip, her eyes narrowed dangerously, flashing with
"Young lady, I don't care-"
"I don't care if you don't care, you blithering idiots!!" spits Golden
Eyes, drawing up to her full height. Being tall at only eleven years
old is an advantage. She towers over the stout ox, growling curses
under her breath.
"You don't care-AT ALL!" Golden Eyes gives a ferocious snarl of rage
and thrusts her hand forward. A bolt of fire so hot it is a blinding
white shoots out of her open palm and proppels forward so fast it
might of been the speed of light.
The ox takes full blow and is shot across the clearing until he
pummels into a building, the stone cracking from the force. He lets
out a faint moan and slides to the floor, motionless and crippled in
an awkward heap.
The rhino guards give cries of alarm and a couple race over to their
beloved leader. The one that had first seen Golden Eyes checks his
pulse and draws in a sharp intake of breath. One look at the rest tell
them before he says it.
"No! Karato, it can't be! Not Master Wan-Ti!"
"It's true, Gren." Karato mutters, grief making him hang his head.
And then it snaps back up, his nostrils flaring, eyes flaming with
Golden Eyes does not feel ashamed; no, she feels an energy coursing
deep through her veins, its' trechorious black fingers grasping the
young dragoness's mind.
She had power; power over all, power over everything she could ever
dream of! She had unthinkable power...
Golden Eyes hears a metallic click and twists her head around. Her
evil smirk vanishes and is replaced with a snarl. She is cuffed!
The rhino who had dared to commit such a mistake stands behind her,
eyes filled with barely surpressed pain. He narrowed his eyes and
gives a glare of sheer hatred. His leader was gone because of her!
The dragoness bares her sharp fangs, ready for a fight to the death,
when she hears a shout. She looks up, startled, and her eyes widen
when she sees three distinct figures.
"Mom? Dad? Sis?"
Golden Eyes cringed at the sharp pain that follows her memories. A
pang of guilt washes over her, quickly overridden by herself. She was
battling with her brain as she dug deeper for her lost memories, and
the pain re-hit her like it had the day it happened.