Ebony-The-Dragon: Yay! Thank you so much for following and favoriting, and I'm super glad that you found this interesting. Here's the second chapter, from Amber's point of view. Enjoy! (And yes, likely you will find out about Amber's Winterwatcher obsession.) Thank you for reading and reviewing!

1-Red-1: Thanks! I'm really glad you're liking this. Haha, I agree. I do think it's very amusing that they think they are NightWings, and for the life of me can't imagine why...I should probably figure that out XD. Thank you for reading and reviewing!

BrightMind: Glad you're sympathizing with poor Forkedblade...honestly, I'm amazed he didn't turn out dull like his parents ended up being. But yes, he got his wish for a more exciting life - and Amber will certainly keep him on his toes now. Thank you for reading and reviewing!

MystycDragon: I really hope you will like this! I'll definitely kept it up, and I'll try to make the chapters longer - I just wasn't sure how long people would prefer. This chapter is also fairly short, but that's because I was trying to balance them out - if Forkedblade got a short chapter, than Amber would get a short one too. But I'll try to make them longer from this point out, maybe switch point of views instead. And thanks for the tip! Thank you for reading and reviewing!

dragonwritergirl112: Heehee. I'm sorry, I love Forkedblade a lot. I also love Amber. But that chapter was fun to write...and yes, at least he had more imagination than his parents. XD Thank you for reading and reviewing!

Thepicduck: Glad you liked it, and yes, yes you do. Thank you for reading and reviewing!

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Author's Note: Well, hopefully you made it to chapter two and weren't thrown off by the weirdness that was chapter one.

BUT GUYS, THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR ALL THE REVIEWS! I'M SO HYPED (AS PANCAKE UNICORN WOULD SAY :) ) ABOUT THIS!

But on to what you really want to read about.

So here's Amber's basic childhood from her point of view.

Chapter Two

Amber

Even at the age of one-and-a-half, Amber knew she was different from every other SandWing in her village. She was much more interesting than any of them would ever hope to be, and she knew she was destined for something more than her bland village life, or the life that her parents lived, or the ones that her siblings planned on living in the near future. So yes. A bland village life.

Every day was exactly the same as the one that preceded it, and exactly similar to the one that followed; every morning, she and her six sisters rose from their sleep to go collect water from the town well to start the day's chores, every afternoon they cleared away dirty dishes and set about preparing for some form of dinner, every night, they did what they did every afternoon, and just as the sun began to set, they all went back to bed every night to sleep for another identical day.

It was really boring. If Amber had known Forkedblade at this point, she would've had arguments with him about his life being super exciting compared to hers. And they would have these arguments, just not now. Because they didn't know each other yet.

Unlike Forkedblade, Amber had a relatively large family; six sisters: Sandstorm, Valley, Sunrise, Dusk, Turquoise, and Juniper.

And she had five brothers: Coyote, Fox, Jackrabbit, Cobra, and Drought.

And her parents: Whirlwind and Equinox.

Plus her extended family; aunts and uncles and cousins and nieces and nephews (as Sandstorm, Valley, and Coyote both had dragonets already, being the oldest hatching) that she didn't even know because there were just too many of them. Well, she knew her nieces and nephews because they all lived in the same house, which was already full to bursting. But she just didn't bother to keep their names straight because there were not only too many of them, but she felt that they weren't nearly fascinating or fabulous enough to actually be called something.

With such a large family, Amber always had difficulty standing out. She, being the stereotypical youngest of all her sisters and brothers, found that being the baby of the family got her attention, but not in ways she actually wanted.

No, she didn't want to be known as the cutie, or the baby, or as needing help because she was too young to do the same chore her sisters had done when they were probably even younger than she currently was, and didn't want to be known as absolutely adorable, as her aunt Haboob used to call her affectionately. Haboob was the only aunt she actually really knew very well, mostly because Haboob really liked to annoy Amber with affection, and also because Haboob was just a weird name, even if it was a name that had been passed down through countless generations of Whirlwind's family and the dragoness given the name was considered to practically be a queen and given so much honor.

Amber supposed that she would've gotten a different kind of attention if she'd been named something else - she, in fact, was supposed to be the lucky dragon named Haboob in her generation, and she likely would've been treated the same as her aunt (with extremely fake and worn thin politeness, snickers behind her back about the name, and as if she were a precious doll). But Amber had not been named Haboob because her mother didn't want any dragonet of hers to ever bear such a name, and for that, Amber was eternally grateful.

No, Amber wanted to be known as the best sister, the best sibling, the one dragonet who did something worthwhile with her life and stood out among her siblings for all the good reasons, the one who was remembered for generations to come, not just in her own family and her SandWing village. Not just in the Sand Kingdom. No, she wanted to be known throughout the whole continent, known as the one dragon who brought together all the tribes, peacefully, who ended wars, who cured the sick, who entertained them all with her talent, made them laugh, cry, and everything in between. She wanted to fly as far as the sky would reach and meet all kinds of other dragons, make new friends wherever she went, reach worlds beyond the boring kingdom she lived in now. One day, she dreamed that her name would be known every where, and her face plastered on countless scrolls with her whole biography, which would certainly sound more interesting than her life had actually been...

Whenever she voiced aloud her large dreams, often including but not limited to becoming queen of Pyrrhia, marrying a rich dragon and pulling her family out of their crushing poverty, flying over the oceans to discover if there were any other continents out there, or the like, her family often just looked at her like she was crazy.

"That's wonderful to think about, sweetie," her mother Equinox would always say. "I'd say you could write a scroll, but we can't afford paper or ink, so thinking is excellent. But maybe you could go get some water for us instead? That's a lot more useful. Thinking doesn't actually do anything.

"I think you'll drown flying over the ocean," her father Whirlwind would always comment to show his support. "You're not even two and you'll tire easily, and I can't imagine where you'd get food or water to replenish your energy, and besides, the whole journey would be pointless - there's nothing but Pyrrhia."

"Good luck," Sandstorm and Valley would always say, not really listening because they were trying to keep track of all their dragonets and all the chores that needed to be done. Then they would usually add, "Didn't I tell you to leave well enough alone with sand and scorpions? Desert winds, you're so stupid!" This was not to Amber. This was normally to Veld, Prairie, and Xerophilous, the most troublesome of Amber's nieces and nephews and the only ones whose names she actually bothered to remember so she could tell on them for all the annoyance they caused her.

"I think you'll die in combat," Sunrise and Dusk would both say doubtfully. "Against any of the winning queens, whoever that happens to be? Blister won't even blink an eye, Burn would probably kill you with three limbs tied behind her, and even Blaze would end your life without much thought and probably wail something about your blood ruining her jewelry."

"Unlikely, as I'll be the one marrying any rich dragons around here," Turquoise would sniff as she brushed off her scales as if they were dirty, which they were. Princess Blaze was her idol and Turquoise aspired to be like the SandWing royalty in every way she could. "Now go away, you're completely ruining the perfectness of this circle of sand with your ugliness intruding on my utter perfection."

Juniper and her brothers never even bothered to dignify what they deemed 'unrealistic dreams' with a verbal response. They just snorted.

So yes, Amber had lots to prove to her very unimpressed family. But just you wait, she'd think. I'm going to be the most famous and the greatest of us all. She sounded very smug for a one-and-a-half-year-old dragonet.

These thoughts were what kept her going, even as she lived her days exactly the same as she had lived the one before. She knew that there was a bright light at the end of this seemingly endless tunnel; one day, there would be a break from her routine, and she'd be free. When she was old enough, she'd spread her wings, strong enough to fly for several hours, and take to the sky, never to return to her family until she had proved her worth.

But similarly, Amber still had a bit to go before her whole 'prove her sheer epicness' and 'become the famous dragon she was always meant to be' thing came to be reality. She still had approximately four thousand more buckets of water that needed to be filled and brought back, as well as countless other chores standing in the way of her ultimate fame.

So, we'll leave her here, dreaming dreams that were certainly her future.

Let's take our time machine that definitely exists and head a bit forward into time, shall we? Let's see where our characters are now.