Don't want me anymore? Send me back!

Made by Zeralyn

The little Banescale squirmed inside the small space, growing rather frustrated at the strange pokey things that stabbed him with every twist and turn. No position was comfortable. Annoyed, he kicked out a leg, only to feel the wall give a little. Getting an idea, he kicked at the wall again, and a soft orange glow filled the room. Outside he could hear lots of dragons. He poked his head out, seeing two other small banescales with pokey feathers like his. He was able to dislodge the hard casings and, finally, feel the soft feathers on his body. Tere were five large dragons in the room. In the arms of a dark purple dragon holding a strange white orb was a grey male Banescale . He looked to be the oldest. The whiskery dragon nodded to another of the dragons in the room, leaving the cave with the oldest of the nest.
A small and flittery dragon was standing by a brown and grey female Banescale . If he were to guess that was his older sister. Same with the first dragon, the Fae talked to the same brown dragon and lead the feathered Banescale away. They returned not long after.
He heard a crack beside him and watched a red and brown feathered male break through the shell. Another fluttering small dragon took an interest in the freshly hatched younger brother, standing besides the egg and speaking something that he did not catch to the brown dragon. Wobbling around, the banescale realized he was a middle child as there was a fifth egg on the verge of hatching. Turning expectingly towards the now remaining two dragons (the fae left with the red bane to another cave). Would he be leaving with one of these? He hoped so.
A final crack sounded, the little bane looking towards the last egg. Upon seeing the brown and white female bane he wobbled over to greet them. He tripped, walking through the gooey warm rock proving difficult. The purple fae fluttered over, looking over the youngest of the nest. "I'll take this one as well." The middle bane managed to catch, feeling large paws/claws pick him up from the magma. "Alright then. Come."

Latching on tightly to the large brown dragon that seemed to be the ringleader, he looked around to see where they were going. They entered a fairly large cave, all the other dragons waiting to be checked out. Much to his displeasure, the bane was plopped onto a nest he proceeded to struggle getting out of. Peeking his head up over the wall, he watched as the brown dragon looked over each of his stranger siblings, marking something into a book. One by one, the full-grown dragons left the cave with the banescales in their grasps. The faes had other large dragons to help them carry the hatchlings. Watching them leave, he gave a mournful cry. Laying down, he ducked his head underneath his feathery wing. He didn't know the outside would be this bad. Part of him wanted to go back into the small and dark shell he developed in. He didn't hear the large footsteps as they came closer to the nest he was stuck in. He didn't register the small rattling of metal as well, but he soon felt heat.

Poking his head back out, he came face to face with a strange lizard. He gave a curious sniff of the lizard, wondering how big the lizard was underneath all that smelted rock that covered it. But with that, how had the metal pieces not sank into it. He heard a chuckle come from above him, turning up to see the brown dragon again. Maybe this would be his mother. "It's alright little one. You're wanted here until you find another clan. Oh." She scoffed at herself. "You probably don't even know what I'm taking about. C'mere. Let's get you some crickets and ladybugs." The lizard crawled up out of the nest with such ease, going to perch on her wing. The lone banescale was lifted out of the nest, and was then carried towards another cave. There, there were other small dragons that looked like him. He wasn't alone after all.




Some time had passed, and BF3 as he was now called had grown close to another banescale that was the last of his nest. FR1 was his name at the time, the two getting into loads of mischief. Whether it was releasing a swarm of Black Witches from the hoard to disturbing dragons in the hibernal den to going out one night and running into a Bumble, the two were always together. On one fateful day when the two were walking down the hall, the older and green spined banescale spotted the clan master Sulphite.

“Sulphite! When will I get a name? When will I become part of a clan?!” He bellowed in anger. BF3 knew that he watched countless other hatchlings leave, the same being said for BF3. “You will get a name if you fight me.” The older dragoness said surprisingly calmly. “What?!” “I will grant you a name FR1 if you agree to fight me on the training grounds.” BF3 stood there mildly stunned at what was happened. She waved off the other two dragons she was talking with. “Meet me in the training grounds when you are ready.” BF3 watched as the old Guardian walk off. Snapping to FR1, “Are. You. INSANE?! She’s taken down legions of centaurs and scorpions and we haven’t even managed to k!ll a Bumble! We stand no chance!” “The deal was if we would fight. She didn’t say that we had to win.” With a groan from BF3, the two headed towards the training feilds.
There, sure enough, was the guardian comping on a fan scorpion tail she attacked earlier. “So you showed. Good. Now it begins.” The battle was quick and decisive, both of the Banescales collapsed on the grass without even making a scratch on the Guardian’s thick scales. “You’ve both done well. Rise now, Crispen and Florall.” While his body ached and his spirit felt defeated, there was yet a new-found hope. Maybe, maybe he could become part of a clan. A-and if so, it would be great to start or find a new one with Crispen. 'N-no. H-he's just a friend. Right?' While Crispen was busy smiling like the wonderful dork he was, Florall was now even more confused of his feelings. But the confusion didn't last long, the larger-winged banescale coming over with his infectious joy and swinging a fiery wing over his shoulders. "Let's go get something to eat! A meal worthy of two champions! Look out Sorneith! Crispen and Florall are coming!"




Florall and Crispen now walked down the halls, a bit gut-tingling close for Florall. But he could tell something was off with his taller friend. He opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, but Crispen was already on it. "Do you think we'll ever get chosen?" Florall looked shocked at the fellow bane before almost yelling back, "Of COURSE we'll be chosen. We just, haven't found the right clan to join yet." The feathery bane did his best to hide his own concerns. Just then Sulphite came down the hallway, seeming to be on the search for someone. "Need help finding another hatchling Sulphite?" Crispen asked, the two now named banes occasionally being asked to help with duties of the hatchery. "Actually yes. I was looking for MH2, and you." "Me?" Crispen asked questioningly, beating Florall to the question. "Mhm. You'll be the last of your nest to leave. I'll let you get your things, but meet me promptly at Check-In." The guardian turned, smiling a little at the small squeals of happiness from the two banes behind her.

Florall was helping making sure that Crispen had everything he needed, sliding a few of their favorite Bleeding Heart Crows for good measure. "Well. I think I got everything Florall." Before the pink dragon could respond, he was pulled into a hug. "Thanks for always being there for me. I wish you a great life ahead of you." Florall was stunned, unable to move even after Crispen let go and left the cave. Clarity came in, Florall hastily turning on heel. While on his run, he scanned his feathers for the largest and softest one. That was one of the tail feathers that whistled near-silently behind him. Looking ahead, Florall slowed just enough to yank one of the finest tail plumage out. It bled slightly, but there were other things to worry about.

"Crispen! Wait up! I- I wanted to give you something." Before the spiney dragon could say a word, Florall offered his feather. "Just, something to remember me by." Florall didn't notice right away that Crispen had plucked off one of his peacock porcupine quills. "And this to remember me by." Tears came to the smaller banes eyes as he took the quill. "Good luck out there, and remember to write." The two embraced for (as far as they knew) the final time.

Florall returned to the cave, feeling emptier than he ever felt before. He clutched onto the quill, not ready to let go. Finding his nesting area, Florall slunk down into it. He ducked his head underneath his wing, gently pulling the quill under as well. He never let Crispen know how he actually felt, a-and who knew when he would meet him again?! 'I'm a coward.' It didn't take long for the downward spiral to begin. Outside the hatchlings cast curious glances at the softly sobbing banescale, but decided to let Sulphite know rather than interfere themselves. After all, they couldn't climb into the nest.

Sulphite sighed quietly upon seeing the smaller bane, sliding into the nest like a mother and a hurt hatchling. Sliding the now sleeping bane up to her side, Sulphite spent the rest of the night in the adoption part of the clan's cave system.

Florall was sulking around the cave the next day, not really doing much. One of the hatchlings tried to offer him a Coral snake, but it didn't get far. He was focused on the peacock quill he was holding. Sulphite finally came around, and spotted the watermelon-feathered banescale. "Florall. Someone wants to see you. Go get your things if you don't mind." Upon hearing that someone wanted to see him, the banescale quickly dashed towards his main cave and grabbed what little he had. Outside he had spotted white scales, much like the dragon that took away Crispen. This kept fueling on hope that he'd meet up with the banescale again. Sprinting at nearly full speed, he skidded to a stop at Check-In. His heart plummeted at seeing a white fae instead of a guardian, but, he couldn't let that stop him. After all, this may be a dragon to take him to a new clan. He did his best not to look down at the smaller dragon, but he had to try and make a good first impression. Sulphite managed to net and save this drowning fish however, seeing he was struggling to start a sentence.

"Florall, this is Glorin. She'll be taking you to your new clan." The banescale nodded, still hanging on tightly to his quill. "Nice to meet you Glorin." With a turn to Sulphite, "Thanks for taking care of me and Crispen. I will serve you and my new clan well." "You already have Florall." Florall gave the brown guardian a final (and rather small hug given the size difference) hug goodbye before walking over to the nocturne. "I'm ready to go when you are, Glorin.

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