A/N: So I was searching FF when I realized that there were NO STING/ROGUE! I was always a Rogue fan, even in the beginning when he and Sting were a bunch of douchebags. Sting's grown on me since then, and they're both so smexy that I decided to ship them.
AU is my favorite genre, so I did a random idea asspull and said, "Hey, what if Rogue was BLIND?" One thing led to another, and I began to form my own idea of the third generation's story.
Chapter 295 had just been released after I put the finishing touches on my sort-of plot, so canon has essentially discarded for this story. Skiadrum and Weisslogia's story personalities are just my own little headcanon. Please tell me if I have any plotholes corresponding to what Mashima's written up to chapter 295. Raven Tail and Lumen Histoire were a pain to incorporate, and I may have left something out.
On another note, I'll be using an interesting method of writing this thing. I let you reviewers give a prompt, and I'll try to work with it. It can be anything- a word, scenario, sentence, or even a literary device like a simile or metaphor. I haven't decided whether the chapters will go in chronological order or not, but we'll see!
Warning: Severe canon divergence. Craptastic plot. May induce seizures in readers intolerant to bad writing.
Prompt: Self prompt, "jerk"
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Skiadrum doesn't trust the spirits, even to this day. If anyone knew, they probably would accuse her of blasphemy and rebellion, among other unpleasant things. After all, it was only due to Yggdrasil's sheltering wings that dragons survived the Proditio in the first place.
Even so, the dragon spirits have taken from her too many times, left too many scars festering and burning, deep and ugly inside her. Their fault, the monster within her snarls, all their fault.
However, attending the Tribute is one of her duties to the Dragon King, as Weisslogia had kindly pointed out the other day. She gave the jerk a nice scratch on his pretty face for that one.
The Temple of Wings isn't much to look at after over a thousand years of neglect. Dragons aren't the best at repairing anything, what with the gigantic talons and all. Warily looking at the worn and crumbling walls, Skiadrum wonders if 2,000 tons of falling rock would be enough to kill her. Maybe with a certain womanizing dragon as a shield...
"Hurry up, milady. Yggdrasil awaits." Weisslogia nudges her with his tail, lingering on her scales a moment too long. In response, Skiadrum nonchalantly flashes her talons, letting every razor sharp edge gleam in the light streaming in from the broken ceiling. The other dragon merely bares his teeth upwards in what almost resembles a human smile.
How barbaric. Does he really think that condescending attitude will work on me? Skiadrum dislikes stupid beings. They are far too dangerous, and unpredictable to boot. "Or would you like me to carry you, milady?" Weisslogia looks maddeningly excited at the prospect.
...She remembers her mother telling her that idiots are to be ignored, and not mauled. It's only out of respect for the late Lady Leadrum that Skiadrum manages to dig her claws into the floor, and not Weisslogia's throat.
An hour later, the Tribute begins, and Skiadrum's destiny is set in motion.
A/N: How did you like it? Sorry if it's confusing. (Please don't hurt me for the long author's note...) Rogue will appear soon, I promise!
Review today, and save a starving writer!