Mockingjay

B I O G R A P H Y
*Screams in Villan arc and Redemption arc procrastination* i will never be able to finish this huge mass of freiking-- ITS SUPPOSED TO CONTAIN CHARACTER ARCS. IM NOT EVEN PAST THE WHOLE INTRO. ITS BEEN M O N T H S.

It was evening out on the hot horizon. The sun was coming to rest behind the redwoods that were just out of reach from the desert she worked in. No matter now, she would be able to rest soon, but she wanted to get as much done as possible before the guards let their workers into their dens for a few hours. She picked up a big lump of mud that was mostly stirred in with straw and splunked it onto the wall she was working on. The clan she worked for was always expanding, and she was one of the primary housing builders. She smoothed it out and let it rest before doing the same again. The guard started calling numbers.

``Number ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen and fourteen..!`` her name was called. Fourteen stretched her sad excuse for wings. She didn't get the 'privilege' of having wings, so they were clipped when she was still young.

``Please proceed to your roosts for the hour,`` the guard called. Fourteen trotted in single file behind Thirteen and in front of Fifteen, just as she should be. The trio were close friends and had shared a roost together. Thirteen, Fourteen, and Fifteen had mapped out some ways to be better as workers, and as a result, their value went up. They were often sold together, trading from clan to clan in a little pack. Once they got to their destination, Fourteen wrapped up between her roostmates, fortunate to have two instead of one. With them, the prison became more bearable, especially in winter when it got cold.

Fourteen's shimmery scales still shone in the darkest of roosts, some of the guards often stared at her. She hoped today would not be that day, but all hopes faded when one drew apart the curtains that hung atop the straw beds they rested on. Thirteen and Fifteen both gave him semi-aggressive glances, but they each knew that speaking out of turn would cost an infraction, and that's not something they can afford. Fourteen curled her tail around her pearl, drawing her head close to her body, backing against the wall. The guard leaned close and whispered into her ear, ``You're being auctioned off tomorrow. Get a good night's sleep.``

The guard ran a talon along her neck, hooked it to her chin, and looked back for some sort of approval from his co-workers. ``Beat her, Dun'gual!`` one guard from the far side of the prison shouted. ``Yeah,`` said another. ``Don't just make her think she's pretty.`` The guard, apparently named Dun'gual, stared at her with a small tinge of what looked like regret--or maybe reluctance in his eye, proceeded to draw his fist and throw it across her face. She dropped, coughing, but looked up and bowed her head.

``We expected more from you. You won't be selling for high.`` Thirteen and Fifteen gave each other concerned glances. Selling at low was often a sign of disgrace. An unwanted slave, often to be sent as a sacrifice to their gods.

Fourteen's face throbbed now, but she still settled back between her roostmates.

``Are you ok,`` Thirteen whispered, spreading her clipped wings over Fourteen.
``Yeah,`` Fourteen replied, looking up at the little Mockingjay nest that hung on the prison bar window ahead. ``I'll live.``
``That was serious,`` Fifteen whispered. ``At least he didn't-``
``Yeah, Fifteen,`` Thirteen snapped. Fourteen didn't like talking about what some of the guards did to her. Fourteen's scales were the prettier than the king's daughter, even when she was covered in mud and straw. Dun'gual was one of the very few who hadn't. ``At least he didn't.`` Thirteen continued, giving Fifteen a death-glare. Fifteen sighed and buried her face in Fourteen's mane affectionately.

``I hope we go to the same clan,`` Fifteen whispered.
``I don't want you to go.`` Thirteen said, proceeding to press her body against Fourteen. Fourteen sighed.
``What if they treat us worse?`` she asked hushly amongst her roostmates.
``Then we'll be there together!`` Thirteen proclaimed. ``And nothing can hurt us like that,`` she explained. Fourteen chuckled, but the long day's worth of hot sun beating down on her as if the guards weren't enough was certainly tiring. She held her roostmates close as she rested her eyes. ``We'll find out tomorrow, I guess,`` she whispered. Thirteen groaned and sighed again. The trio seemed to fall asleep in unison.


She was woken up harshly by some guards. Snapped at and shoved to a line with her prisonsisters, she traveled to the stalls where they would be sent up by den slots to be auctioned off. She recognized Dun'gual from last night, leading them on with a low head. It looked like he was one of the traveling guards that followed the roostpairs from clan to clan to make sure they were being kept in line. She wasn't so worried though. Dun'gual only followed orders. Maybe this next clan would be nicer.

The next few hours seemed longer than any other day. She waited for hours under the beating sun, huddled with her friends like frightened rabbits to be called to the stage, and so eventually she was.

The three stumbled on the stage in order, Dun'gual standing in the middle; which just happened to be behind Fourteen. The hair on her neck rose, and she tensed as she looked over the crowd of dragons. Some clans could be extraordinarily easy to pick out--they all had the same theme. There were--pirates? She even saw some dragons with gardens growing on them as if they were made to fade away into stone eventually. Fourteen noted a particular clan that seemed kind of small-or maybe only some of their clan came to the auction. The dragons there could not fit into any stereotypical category unless you picked them off one by one, which was odd considering most clans had a certain theme.

One dragon with calm eyes looked up and back at her. It was a male pearlcatcher covered and draped with plants while gold spickets lined his eyes. He grinned through his glasses and grabbed someone's attention. A smooth white dragon with green, elegant wings. The two started to converse and the pearlcatcher pointed up at her. The smooth, white one nodded and then ran to grab what looked like the leader. That's when the auction began.

``Starting at three!`` the auctioneer called.
``Three!`` the pirate clan called. The captain--or so it looked--raised a hairy eyebrow at Fourteen and she avoided eye contact.
``Four!`` A clan she hadn't spotted before called out.
``Thirty,`` a calm voice announced smoothly. The crowd went silent and the male pearlcatcher she had spotted before was sitting beside his leader, winking at her. Fourteen exchanged confused glances with the dragons around her.

``Going once.. going twice.. sold to the Lumnicomb for thirty gempieces!`` Fourteen should have probably felt somewhat excited, yet all she felt was fear. They had never sold for that high. Dun'gual looked shocked as well.

Thirteen, Fourteen, and Fifteen were muzzled and ushered off the stage, led reluctantly by Dun'gual. Once they arrived quietly at the clan they now knew as the Lumnicomb, she looked up at the pearlcatcher that first made eye contact with her. He and the white Mirror dragon stepped aside to their leader, an elegant young Wildclaw with glasses and a hoodie. She smiled and gently led them away from the auctioning crowd. Once they were safely away, she opened her mouth, and Fourteen immediately recognized the voice that had called out 'thirty'.


``Welcome home.``


It was awkward, having to be carried over the air instead of flying herself. This was the highest she'd ever been, and it was completely rattling her mentality. She kept telling herself not to speak out of turn. What would a clan this willing the have this trio specifically do to her if she spoke out of turn? Something awful, surely. She spotted Dun'gual who was seemingly undertaking a lecture by the Wildclaw, who flew ten times worse than she spoke. Her wings seemed too big for her body and she often missed a few beats. Dun'gual bowed his head and replied slowly. It actually looked like he was almost tearing up.

The male pearlcatcher was having a lovely conversation with that mirror again. He seemed a bit awkward, but they overall looked like a young couple. It made Fourteen crack a smile. She was being carried by a female imperial who had a comfy bear pelt on her back for Fourteen to rest on. It seemed like the imperial had the smoothest flight of anyone in the group. The other who came was a royal-looking spiral who flew like a graceful flag in the air. She had wonderful golden markings and drapes that honeycombed her body. Another was a skydancer with pink wings and certain plants in little baskets adorning her. There was also a female obelisk with faintly glowing runes on her body. An old spunky little fae with scarves and bright neon wings. HE looked like he'd been through war once or twice. Thirteen was being carried by a female Nocturne who was also draped in bear pelts. Fifteen was being carried by a beautiful earthy-toned tundra dragon.

Thirteen was asking many questions to the dragon she was riding on, but the nocturne didn't answer. In fact, it looked slightly annoyed, but it didn't tell her to stop or anything. Fifteen was curled up in the Tundra male's mane as if she were trying to hide. Fourteen wished she could do that. Dun'gual dipped over to the imperial Fourteen was riding on.

``Aurea, was it?`` he asked. Aurea nodded and grinned.
``You must be that guard--uhh--Dun'gual, was it?``
``That's me,`` he said shakily, looking up at Fourteen like 'help I don't like talking to Aurea she's scary.`
``I was instructed by Snakestone to take Fourteen from you.``
``Oh, is that her name? Yeah, she just woke up, so I guess you can take her.`` Aurea seemed a little bothered by Fourteen and so Fourteen reeled her head in, tensing. Dun'gual flew overtop of Aurea and picked Fourteen up gently in his talons, having to toss her in the air until she fell onto his back.
``Please never do that again,`` Fourteen whispered, quivering. She now decided she hated flying.

Dun'gual chuckled. ``Call me Smudge,`` he said.
``Smudge?`` she asked, then covering her mouth. ``Sorry.`` Smudge laughed and dipped to the back of the clan. ``You can talk freely here.`` Fourteen tilted her head. What was that supposed to mean. It was like Smudge read her mind. ``That means you can ask any questions, and say anything you'd like. Unless it's rude--but that's common sense.`` he said nervously. ``When we land I'll introduce you to everyone!`` he said. Fourteen didn't know he had this side. She liked it sort of. ``Everyone is super nice! Nobody hurts anybody and dragons aren't put to work. It's so peaceful! I'm hearing all sorts of good things about their den! They say there are bees everywhere! Bees! Have you ever seen a bee?``
``No,`` Fourteen admitted, her voice raspy.
``It'll be so amazing. This is your new home, Mockingjay!``
Wait what.
``What?``
``Oh--`` Smudge halted on his voice. ``Do you like it? You can change it if you want--but I always saw you looking at that Mockingjay nest that hung over your rose back at the other clan. It kinda clicked for me, but if it doesn't for you that's fine.``
Mockingjay.
She liked it.
``I like it,`` she whispered, lessening her grip on his back and sighing. She shifted his mane until it was comfy enough to lay down on. He had a rather hefty wingspan and wasn't really phased by her significant lack of weight. It was rather uncomfortable, his mane, but being a guard he probably hadn't had a proper clean in a while. Neither had Fourt--Mockingjay. Smudge yawned as well. It was nearing sunset, and she was assuming Smudge hadn't really gone for flights for days at a time like this. The pearlcatcher she had spotted many times before glanced over his shoulder and fell back to line up with Mockingjay and Smudge.
``We're almost there,`` he spoke. Most of his scales were hidden in leafy flora and fauna. ``You four will all nest together for the night until we can get space cleared. We hope that's ok.``
Smudge and Mockingjay changed glances and sort of just stared at each other for a moment. ``Ok..`` they both replied slowly.
``The name's Bloodswamp,`` he announced. ``I'm Beantea's Fiance.`` he pointed to the smooth Mirror that had taken up a conversation with Aurea.
``Nice to meet you, Bloodswamp,`` Smudge replied. Mockingjay opened her mouth to say something but not much came out.
``What about you guys?`` he asked. ``What're your names?``
Smudge grinned wildly. ``My guard name was Dun'gual, but I think I prefer Smudge, and this is Mockingjay!``
Bloodswamp tilted his head. ``I thought it was Fourteen? That's what that one over there said.`` He pointed to Thirteen who was still rambling off to the nocturne. ``I wonder how long it would take until she realizes that Fang's mute.`` He said, wincing a bit in a pained laughter.
``Oh,`` Mockingjay said slowly. ``That was my name--but Smudge named me Mockingjay and I like it.`` Her expression was plastered with confusion, but a reluctance that wondered if she should be talking. Bloodswamp gave her an affectionate grin. He lowered himself to Smudge's ear and whispered something. Smudge chuckled, his face turning red. ``I need to catch my wife before she gets in another debate about whether or not bears can be hunted. See you at the land!`` he called, powerflapping up to his mate. Mockingjay grinned. What a cute couple.

It wasn't long after until the savannah of sand and dry grass grew moist and green. Trees became more plentiful, and life more abundant. Clouds were spread all over the scene, rolling between pink leaves of sakura trees and between the lumbering stripes of birch trees. It was amazing. Something could be heard in the distance. Something crashing--but softly. Could that be water?

Eventually, below them, appeared a mountain that reached high in the sky, but atop of it was a massive tree that grew up to their level of flight. They could brush the top leaves with their talons if they flew over it. The group dove, and it took a minute for Smudge to realize and dive too. Mockingjay held on as tight as she could, probably unintentionally hurting Smudge. Her quivering slowed when they leveled out. In the mountainside, appeared a massive hole that seemed to be faintly glowing. The inside was a bit hard to make out from the tropical vines that grew on the inside, but the walls seemed to be somewhat honeycombed. It was like a massive beehive, but some of the waxen cells were about large enough for dragons. Smaller, more individual beehives could be frequently spotted. There was a small pond inside, as well as a waterfall, and in it were many lilypads. Frogs and other tropical animals boasted with their various calls, decorating the inside. There were flowers on the roof whose spores smelled like vanilla. There were bridges across the rivers. She even spotted a river completely made of gold. It poured off into a waterfall that led outside and disappeared into the great lake at the doorstep of the mountain. Honey was plentiful on the sides, and there were smaller individual caves where more dragons could be spotted, some perking their heads to check out the new arrivals.

Mockingjay looked around, a little stunned by what she saw. Smudge, Fifteen, and Thirteen looked the same.
``Look,`` Mockingjay whispered to Smudge. ``It's beautiful.``
Smudge grinned at her affectionately. ``That's what home looks like,`` he answered. Mockingjay felt something like butterflies in her stomach. She shuddered and wrapped her arms around Smudge's neck gently. The group leveled out and, one by one, landed on the rim. Snakestone was last. Smudge bowed and Mockingjay got off, huddling nervously under his wing. He was the only one besides Thirteen and Fifteen that she really was comfortable around. Her prisonsisters came racing to her, rambling off.

``Did you get a name?!`` Thirteen squacked.
``I did!`` Fifteen announced. ``I'm actually Fauna! Isn't that great! Isn't it awesome?!``
``Well, mines better,`` Thirteen retorted. ``I'm Sage!! Isn't it pretty! I think it goes nice with my wings.`` She held up her torn wings, the membrane hanging from the fingers in a way that would never heal. But they were still pretty, and they reflected the light beautifully.
``Oh,`` Mockingjay muttered, pressing herself up against Smudge's fur. She didn't really want to talk. She wasn't being mean to her friends, her friends knew this about her. She was actually considered mute when they all first met. Mockingjay wasn't one with words.

Smudge chuckled. ``I'm Smudge. Your friend is no longer Fourteen.`` The number '14' burned in ashes on her side said otherwise, and Mockingjay looked down, closing her eyes.
``It's Mockingjay now. Do you guys like it? I came up with it for her.``
They both 'oo'ed at her, making her blush a bit.

``MY flyer was SO moody!`` Sage growled. ``She didn't even talk to me!`` Smudge gave Fang a sympathetic glance as the nocturne looked back and shrugged.
Fauna snorted. ``Probably because of your loud mouth.``
As the two went off into a debate, Mockingjay felt her eyelids getting heavy, and her breathing slow. She was tired after a day's worth of fearfully being above the clouds, even though she wasn't even flying. Smudge nudged her with his wing and whispered ``The day's almost over, we'll be able to sleep soon.`` Oh yeah. Mockingjay remembered that guards slept at night whilst workers slept at dawn and dusk. This was normally around the time she slept. Speaking of which, ``Follow me,`` said the Obelisk covered in runes and shabby bits of paper from earlier. ``I'm Tagglet. I'll show you to your den.`` Fauna and Sage looked up excitedly, half glancing Smudge, but nonetheless trotted after Tagglet. Mockingjay hesitated. Smudge looked down.
``I'm sorry for what I may have ever done in the last clan..`` he said, trailing off. ``But I hope you know I didn't mean any of it.``Mockingjay looked up at him, grinning.
``It's alright,`` she muttered. ``I know you didn't.``
Smudge ushered her along with his wing, guiding her to where Tagglet led them. Fauna and Sage were already clearing off small holes where they would sleep. It was a lot bigger than their roost, and by the expression on Smudge's face, it was bigger than his, too. He stepped in, and without digging a hole or making any customizations, he curled up around the edge of the cave and laid his head. Mockingjay observed this and curled up under his wing. Sage looked slightly offended and trotted over next to her. Fauna grunted and crawled ontop of the two, plopping down. Smudge chuckled and threw his wing over the three. He curled his head and tail around the sleeping pile in a sort of protective hug. Mockingjay rested her head on his neck and they fell asleep to the rhythm of Smudge's breathing.


In the morning, everyone was gone. Mockingjay looked around. Smudge was gone. The weight pressing ontop of her was gone. She looked around again, quivering. She stood up, her breath escaping quicker than she could capture it. She ran to the edge, looking to the bottom. The water was rot, and the golden river was black. There was something inside it--a hand. Her breath ran out. It reached up to grab her and--

``MOCKINGJAY!!`` she heard, shouting. Mockingjay gasped for breath, opening her eyes. She was awake now. Sage was at her side, shouting. Fauna was shaking her. They both paused when she started choking on air. ``Are you ok? You started hyperventilating and shaking--Smudge went to go get someone.`` Mockingjay nodded dizzily. What happened? Just another nightmare--. She ran to the edge of the cave and sighed with relief when the golden river was still flowing calmly, the water clear as day. It took her a minute to stop shaking. Fauna led her to the corner of the room, laying down beside her. Sage was stroking Mockingjay's mane affectionately. Mockingjay covered her face with her talons, sighing. Smudge later returned with a fae adorned in leaves and a hood. She looked like she belonged in a witch house in the middle of the deepest woods. Mockingjay got up and backed away as the fae got close. Her eyes were glowing--.
``Back!`` Mockingjay shouted. ``I'm fine!`` The fae ignored her, the glowing eyes eating away at her own. She reached up with her hand, touching her forehead. Mockingjay suddenly felt limp, her wings twitching. The fae stepped back.
``Is there anything wrong with her, Emporess?`` Smudge asked. Apparently, that was her name.
``She will be fine,`` she answered, but her expression looked otherwise. ``You,`` she pointed to Sage.
``Me?``
``Yes.``
``Oh, uh--``
``You. She's attached to you. I need you to--``
``What am I?!`` Fauna shouted, offended.
``Hush!`` Emporess snapped. She glared at Fauna, but turned her head back to Sage. ``I need you to come with me. The annoying one, I need you to get something. You both come with me, you have assignments.`` Smudge shifted uncomfortably, with a concerned expression. Emporess winked at him. ``You stay here,`` she said to Smudge. ``Stay with Mockingjay until I return.``Mockingjay curled up as the trio left, leaving her alone with Smudge. The big dragon wandered over, laying next to her.
``I know it's hard, to switch this quickly,`` he started. ``But me--and I guess your friends--will be here to help you adapt, ok?``
Mockingjay nodded. Smudge pulled her into a hug. ``Let's start new.`` Mockingjay hesitated but nodded in the end. Smudge grinned and pressed his nose against her mane, letting loose on his hug. Mockingjay hadn't noticed the way she had completely melted into his arms until she was left on her own talons again.

Mockingjay stared longingly out the opening. Part of her wanted to explore--but whatever Emporess had done seemed to suck the energy out of her limbs. She attempted to get up, her legs wavy under her like jello. Smudge sighed, offering a wing to support her. Mockingjay gingerly returned her torn wing to keep balance as he assisted her to the edge.

It wasn't long before they reached the edge, all too soon. Smudge sat, looking down at the view. The massive cavern had giant mushrooms under almost every den. Beehives could be found littering the entire cavern, and honeycombs made up at least a fith of it as if it was some big hive. Everydragon ofcorse seemed to stick to their own groups, but not one dragon looked as if they were strangers to one another. They looked almost like a beehive themselves. The smell of honey was so overwhelming it almost masked that of the heavy vegetation that crowded the entirety of the mountain. It was like one big underground honey forest.

``Pretty, isn't it?`` Smudge asked. Mockingjay nodded. He flicked his tail nervously. ``Look,`` he continued, pointing to the entrance. The stage fae witch and her friends were coming back through the cavern entrance. Emporess seemed to be droning off about how 'the quiet can be just as much as a virtue than patience. You, however, have none'. Mockingjay felt a smile cross her face. Yep, those were her friends. Mockingjay had barely noticed how much time had passed until she noticed they were coming back up to the den. Fauna and Sage had to claw their way up using the mushrooms as climbing pegs.

Emporess shoved a pinkish-orange bottle of liquid in her face. ``This!`` she cried, holding it up as if it solved the cure to everything on the whole world of Sorrneith. ``This is what you need, young one! Now drink!`` Emporess seemed rather excited about it, but Mockingjay had already swallowed the entirety of the small vial before her friends made it to the top, their sides heaving as their limbs adjusted to this new climbing routine.

Strangely enough, she felt.. better. Like every scale on her body has just been rinsed, polished, shined, and set back into place. She didn't notice how tangled up her muscles felt until the liquid took effect to soothe them out. Even her nausea seemed to drizzle away. But, even stranger, it felt as if her mind had just been..blocked. Confined. Sounds were a little more muted, and her already sore vision became rather fuzzy. Her thoughts rippled, but were almost clearer somehow. Calmer. Like a warm beach in a snowglobe. As she pushed her mind out, straining to get a better understanding, she heard..voices.

"I sure hope this works."

She didn't think that. Startled, Mockingjay sucked her mind back into the calm captivity that warmly welcomed her back, but sounds and sights also seemed to pull back--and things got fuzzy.
``What was that?`` she asked, a little shook.
Fauna opened her mouth to answer, but Emporess shushed her. Mockingjay pushed her mind out again.. listening.. and her sight faintly cleared up as she did. But..
"Can you hear me?"
Instinctively, Mockingjay responded with a single thought: "Did what work?" and pushed her reply into Emoress's mind. Mockingjay shuddered, suddenly feeling rather dumbfounded. What did that vial do, and why did she know how to use it?

Emporess lit up, her glowing eyes brightening. She then patted Mockingjay's head.

``The inevitable is inevitable, but you will be prepared. Keep off your paws for awhile and you'll be fine.`` Mockingjay could hardly hear Emporess's soft voice over the calming blackness of her mind. The foresty fae nodded to Smude and grinned, hopping off the ledge and gliding off like a bird of paradise.

Mockingjay just kinda stared, not knowing what to do.

Huh.

But once the voices started flooding into her brain like an angry tidal wave, her paws raced to her temples.
What was that?
Is Mockingjay alright?
Emporess better know what she's doing.
Mockingjay! Can you hear me?
That looks painful.
Poor Mockingjay..

The thoughts crashed so hard, she had to suck her consciousness back in her little snowglobe. Her vision left as she did.. but at least it was just in her little 'me, myself, and I' box. She liked it here.

``Did it work? Did it, did it, did it??`` Fauna asked, jumping up and down like an oversized squirrel.
``Honestly.. I--don't know..`` Mockingjay answered with a little guilt. She should probably say yes. But she didn't know what yes was. Did she just lie to her friend? Would Fauna be mad at her? Would--

``Mockingjay..`` Smudge's soft voice rang. She looked up at his fuzzy face, relieved to hear his voice once again. She sighed, and smiled.

``I'm ok.`` And she meant it.

. . .

The next few days were absolute bliss--for the most part. Dragons continuously flew in and out of the hive--which she had yet to ask about. Emporess wasn't spotted around too much at first, but by the end of the week she was zipping around quite frequently to tend to dragons. Mockingjay hadn't caught most dragon's names, but it was a relatively small hive and she was almost certain she'd everyone at least twice. Smudge had voulenteered to join battle defenses, which Mockingjay was a little weary about. What could a clan like this possibly need to defend against?

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Things-To-Write
In order

+ the hallucinations
+ the incident
+ the attack
+ the introduction
+ the passover
+ the murder
+ the smoke
+ the guard
+ the escape
+ the possession
+ the gathering
+ the victory
+ the warning
+ the spread
+ the capture
+ the discovery
+ the conjure
+ the attack
+ the war
+ the death
+ the resurection
+ the victory

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You've scrolled this far so that means you're hungry for more.

I'll reward you with spoilers/summary of her whole story since it probably wont be done till the day i die


Mockingjay was born into slavery as a servant of a monarchized kingdom. She was separated from her pearl as a lesson not to get attached to things and her wings were clipped, stripped of the skin membrane essential for flight.

So, naturally, things didn't go well for her. But she did was she was told, growing in a shadow of fearful obedience and harsh survival of the fittest. She was one of the best house builders in town, however, and she and her roost of two other friends had worked hard to fight their way through the pain. Over time, the trio of comrades got praise, better treatment, and a higher value. Though that doesn't excuse what the guards and some others did.

It was an awful life. But she pogged through. Eventually, the clan she worked in was shrivvling economically and needed treasure desperately. They auctioned off the roosts, where they were bought by the Lumicomb. She learned that life maybe isn't all about work and social pyramids, but on the latter more about making friends and learning about the world. She changed her name from Fourteen, her slave name, to Mockingjay, chosen by Smudge, formerly known as Dun'gual.

But she also learned about the Lumnicomb. She learned that it was also run under a monarchy, a king named Ulixes. Ulixes mostly stayed up in his tower with his Queen, Harvest. She learned of a pearlcatcher named Bloodswamp, who quite literal to his name, lives in the underground soul pools of molten gold, which his blood is also made of. Plants grow from him and along with it so does the mountain, the hive, and the entirety of the Lumnicomb.

But there's so much more. Mockingjay learned that the Lumnicomb was built in respect and shadow of their King of Kings, Luminax who raised the King's daughter, Bleu. Ulixes apparently was not Bleu's biological father. Turns out he actually adopted her when Luminax came to him, telling him to build a nation with his daughter. Luminax gave up parental rights to his adoptive daughter to another. Bleu has never known her biological parents, but she now lives with two adoptive dads, and an adoptive mom. It's hard to understand, and she herself adopted a son, but underneath it all she's not bothered by her confusing life.

Lastly, the Lumnicomb is at war. With the Haretiaa kingdom out for land, riches, fame and glory, the Lumnicomb world is under heavy war. King Ulixies, at the last defence and down to the wire for some stroke of luck, visits a witch outside of the clan, far, far away in the woods. The witch tells him that he would loose this war. But she tells him that there's a way to fix this. The witch explains that if he were to draw the blood of another dragon, his kingdom would win and all who lived in it would bow to him, but as a result of the blood, his Queen would die.

King Ulixes is angered by this and leaves, swearing to himself never to hurt a dragon.

Two years go by, and the kingdom is falling. One day, angered by a report brought by a messenger and ready to snap, he struck the young mailer across the face.

Blood trickled down his cheek.

Startled, he needed to find a way to fix this. But forget his kingdom, he needed to make sure his Queen didn't die. So he rushed over, but by the time he got there, he faded away in his arms. The king roared, and his rage flooded the kingdom, filling the husks of the dragons inhabiting it. The Lumnicomb was dying.

Meanwhile, Mockingjay had been talking to Bloodswamp while the deal with the messenger went down. Bloodswamp shriveled, and in a panic, Mockingjay asked what's wrong. Bloodswamp explained that the kingdom was tied to him, and that if the kingdom was dying, so was he. He also said that if the kingdom were to continue to live, and everyone else in it, the golden blood of the hive was to be passed to another. With nobody else around, Mockingjay bravely, and obviously very nervously, volunteered.

The process was slow and painful, but just at the last second, just before everything fell, at the halfway point between life and death, she took up the burden and Bloodswamp inevitably died.

The kingdom suddenly froze. With a keeper at the verge of death and yet somehow alive, the kingdom's corpses were indeed dead, but their souls inside were very much alive. Alive and caged and itching to escape the husks like parasites escaping the victim of their last meal.

The souls of the dragons escaped, but could not ascend into the afterlife. They were trapped in the ruined hive. Honey no longer flowed from the walls, and biomatter turned to stone. For thirty years the kingdom lingered in the ruins. Thirty years they suffered. Nothing could please them. Nothing could disappoint them. Only Mockingjay and King Ulixes got to keep their bodies. To try to mask up the pain of loosing his wife, he forced Mockingjay to preform, and please him however he liked. Mockingjay could not physically talk, so she sent out a message with her mind, hollering, pleading, crying for thirty years and hoping someone would hear her desperate call.

Many things happened under the cruel rule of the King.

Meanwhile, before the fall, a vision-seer, Prophet, who lived in the rival kingdom, saw visions about the Fall. He preached and prophesized about it, but nobody would listen. When Haretiaa went into it's own wave of economical decline, they started beheading the heads of random citizens regardless of age, gender, or wealth to make room for another generation.

Prophet was a victim of this, but before the executors made it to his residence, another citizen named Glith reached out to him, saying that he has heard the voice of the dragon he speaks of. The two team up and sneak out of the Haretiaa kingdom before it's too late.

Little did they know, is that the Fall had already happened by the time they got halfway there. Glith and Prophet used their abilities of Mind reception and vision seeing to look for help in dragons that lived outside of civilization. They found a team of a select few dragons, all of which had seemingly useless abilities. But they all had one thing in common: they knew about Mockingjay somehow, someway.

The team of six, including the two that started the band, set out for the kingdom.

The kingdom was a horror to walk into. Stone bodies lie, some running, some lying down, some frozen in play, others doing everyday activities. It took days of exploring the vast catacombs of empty houses and vacated landmarks to finally find the heart of the mountain where the audience of unbalanced souls strided. King Ulixes was furious of his discovery. In blindness and rage, he charged after them.

Half of the group joined the undead army. But the remaining three managed to grab Mockingjay and tear her away from Ulixes cold kingdom.

She was weak and cold and bruised and hurt and broken when they got her. And they had problems. The group needed to avoid the search of both King Ulixes looking for his bridled puppet, and king Ridley of Heratiaa searching for trouble, gold, and more slaves.

They discovered that Mockingjay had become of egg, result of King Ulixes's harsh reign. Already weak, they knew she and her offspring wouldn't survive a birth in her condition, so they were desperately juggling jobs. Hiding and frantically taking care of a soon to be mother who had been half dead for thirty years was hard. Even harder when one of the members said that this was all for nothing, that he risked his life for a nobody and enraging a kingdom that had the power of the undead under the rule of an unjust king. He resigned and fleed back to Haretiaa, revealing the location of the escapees. For his loyalty, he was rewarded, but later assassinated three weeks later.

Glith and his only remaining friend had to move fast. Now that the Haretiaa was on their tail, they had to improvise, make traps, and desperately reach out to other dragons. But many without the bunds of a kingdom had fallen victim to King Ulixes on his hunt for Mockingjay. Eventually, with some stroke of luck, they found a dragon named Faeruth who lived in an underwater airchamber. She elaborated that King Ulixes could not go underwater. She led them to her home underwater, but it costed Glith's friend his life. It was only Glith and Mockingjay now. There they stayed for another six months where Mockingjay just barely made it past the birth of her youngling. Now drained more than ever, she needed rejuvination, and her son barely made it. Glith, with all of his former mechanic skills, made a water powered device that kept him breathing, but uncounsious while his mother took all the time she needed to finally work herself back to health. This took about a year.

When the rejuvination process was finally true and done, she was able to care for her young, but not for long. Now that the kingdom was healed, the hive was now alive. No longer souls, but conscience zombies. King Ulixies was furious, yet again, but he could now go underwater with his new rejuvenated kingdom.

They were yet again forced to flee. But Mockingjay was tired of running. She sent Glith away with her dragonet and stood up to the ghostly King. But now that she was in full health too, he could no longer puppet her. So he called down the gods, the very foundation of the planet.

Luminax.

Kain.

Arid.

Hades.

Demon.

The very hell in which he created.

All of his minions, all of his undead kingdom.

Mockingjay was only able to convert a few of her closest friends from the dead to help her fight: Fauna, Sage, Bleu, Smudge, Bleu, Falha, and Frosted. Together, they went to the only other conscience place on the planet: Haretiaa. They forced upon them an Ultimatum. Join them and fight the insane king, or die.

Clearly not wanting to die, Haretiaa chose the former.

So the fighting began. The Conscious against the Insane.

The Conscious drew the Insane out to sea, where Luminax and the other gods were forced to fly or swim, drawing their weaknesses in. The lot of the Kingdom fought what they could: Kain, the god of war, who could be physically defeated was fought and slain. Demon, the god of death, was fought and slain. Luminax, the god of famine, was avoided and spared in the hopes that he would continue to reign as a just king once out of King Ulixes's control. Arid, the god of rot and decay was not defeated. Hades, the god of hell was not defeated.

King Ulixies was fought by Mockingjay. She was tired, bloody and ruined, but it was nothing compared to what he did to her. The two fought restlessly day and night, and out of pure determination, Mockingjay gained toe power of flight through will alone, without using her wings as the old legends once say.

The aftermath was horrible. The planet was bruised. The titans left a bloody mark. As predicted, Luminax returned to ruling his kingdom peacefully. Arid was never seen again, though her corpse was never found. Hades retreated like the coward he is. Kain was revived but kept to his own devices. The dragons were too scared of Demon to touch him, so a rotted forest grew over him, to this day known as the Forbidden forest.

King Ulixes eventually fell, his blood pouring over all the land. Out of his blood the land prospered, for the trees fed off it's power and nw life began. Less than a third of the dragons that entered the battle left. But they had won under talons united. And Mockingjay united the kingdoms under a democracy, her and her closest advisors: Bleu, Fauna, Smudge, Glith, and Falha.

Sage, sadly, died. Along with four billion others. A memorial was made. The Lumnicomb expanded vastly, however. The Kingdom grew new traditions, new families, and new roles.