This is a fanfiction based off of my OC's, Forkedblade and Amber, from the Forkedamber Talk Show. This is just how they met, but it might turn into some other stuff too...I'm not sure how often this will update. Likely whenever I have time, and if people want me to continue...thank you to everyone who was interested in seeing how the two met! I had fun writing this and it means a lot to know that people are curious about Forkedblade and Amber.

So...I'm not sure how this is going to go, exactly. I'm thinking in terms of short chapters, starting off with how they met each other...if I don't like how it's turning out, I'll just condense it into a one-shot type thing. I think I'll start off with their childhoods...

Anyway, hope y'all enjoy!

Chapter One

Forkedblade

Even at the age of one-and-a-half, Forkedblade knew something was weird about his family. First off, they lived in the Sky Kingdom, when he was pretty sure that they weren't even supposed to be there. Second off, he knew it was weird for his parents to insist that they were SkyWings; that they had red scales, could breathe fire, had the largest wings and were the fastest fliers, and that Scarlet was their queen...when in fact they had black scales like the night, and were really not that fast of fliers. Although, it was true that they could breathe fire, and he was pretty sure Queen Scarlet was their queen...right?

But regardless of their confused outlook of themselves, Forkedblade's parents were definitely SkyWings. Just...black SkyWings. Who didn't really look like any of the very few SkyWings Forkedblade had seen. So Forkedblade, naturally, had to also be a SkyWing, even if he didn't actually believe he really was. It was just logical; two SkyWings would have SkyWing offspring, so he had to be of the same tribe.

And in the one-and-a-half years of his life, Forkedblade had never actually travelled past the next peak of the mountain range he called home. He had his parents; Silverdagger, a lean and war-hardened black dragon who believed that she'd fought long and hard for Queen Scarlet in the war, and Icebreather, who didn't actually breath ice. All in all, compared to all the other SkyWing names Forkedblade had read about, neither he nor his parents actually had typical SkyWing names.

But, he reasoned, that was likely because they were not typical SkyWings.

Silverdagger and Icebreather liked isolation. That was why they lived in the cave, so far up in the mountains that it took several days's flight to actually reach the nearest town - but Forkedblade was okay with the loneliness.

You know, he never wanted a friend or anything. Because he was perfectly content with staring at a rock wall for hours on end and counting the number of times water dripped from a stalactite.

Really, it was a wonder Forkedblade wasn't bored to death.

His parents liked to spend their days in similar fashion; Silverdagger often read out long epics about dragons who'd died long ago and who nobody actually knew about, and when she wasn't doing that, she was off 'exploring all the wondrous properties of various plants' in the mountains, claiming that Forkedblade was too small and inexperienced to come with her. Icebreather, on the other hand, was always busy with various activities of uniniterest; polishing every rock formation, because they were never quiet shiny enough, or clearing away all the rocks in different caverns of the cave, or looking at cloud formations, or counting the number of bird that flew by in the sky every day. And despite the utter boringness and simplicity of all of his activities, Icebreather claimed that Forkedblade was too small and inexperienced to help him.

It wasn't that they were bad parents. They were just uninteresting. All their energy and interesting-ness had been spent up years ago, when they were in the prime of youth. By dragon standards, Silverdagger and Icebreather were rather old to only have a dragonet who was only one-and-a-half. But they'd had their fair share of traumatic and dramatic experiences, which was why they were where they were now - in a cavern doing boring stuff because they no longer could find any energy to be nearly as exciting as Forkedblade actually wanted them to be.

At one point in his six months of being one-and-a-half, Forkedblade somehow decided that he had a long-lost brother, a SkyWing dragonet who was meant to play with him all the time, to ease some of the boredom the poor dragonet felt. However, Forkedblade believed with all his heart that some poor misfortune had fallen upon his brother - one day, Forkedblade's brother had been out in the mountains, and he'd gone past the nearest peak, flown to the next one, on and on, leaping from mountain to mountain, desperate to reach the rising sun...but then, somehow, his brother had slipped, landed in a patch of thorns...and never came back...which was why he was long-lost.

Forkedblade believed his brother was actually named Thorn. Because he had landed in a bed of thorns. It made sense to his young mind. And he also believed that Thorn was out there somewhere, lost, afraid, and desperate to return home.

It was all very sad to think about, but honestly, Forkedblade didn't feel nearly interesting enough to actually try and go find Thorn (well, he did think he was interesting enough, but his parents had told him otherwise).

So Forkedblade the one-and-a-half-year-old dragonet went about his daily boring business, believing that he was just a strange SkyWing in a family of equally unusual SkyWings, missing his brother that he never actually remembered and who really probably didn't actually exist. He certainly didn't expect that life held anything else for him other than looking at walls and counting drips.

But the interesting stuff comes a couple of years later, so we'll leave him here, staring at walls and counting the drips of stalactites, dreaming of the day he'd go outside with his father to count birds inside (as this was a much harder task, because MOVING OBJECTS). We'll leave him believing that he is, in fact, a black SkyWing, when in fact, of course, he is quiet obviously a poorly informed NightWing with parents who are either having an identity crisis or are playing some cruel trick on their son (but then, they're a bit too dry to come up with something like that, so the former must be true...).

Basically, we'll leave Forkedblade here so that he'll grow up and speed us right along in our story.

Let's head over to Amber, shall we?