Prologue: A Soul For A Stone
On the west coast of Pyrrhia, in the unclaimed land between the Ice Kingdom and the Kingdom of Sand, a cave nestled in the hills. The entrance was large, though mostly covered by mossy boulders, making it almost impossible to find if you weren't looking for it.
Inside the hidden cavern, a NightWing worked, exhausted but determined as he carved a SilkWing statue. The NightWing's scales were a dull, dark gray, making his black underscales look darker. Around his neck hung a small pouch. But the weirdest thing about him was his wings.
The white scales were in 6 straight lines, evenly spaced apart, each one the exact same size.
As this strange NightWing worked, a small dragonet watched him from a rock, strangely silent and attentive for a dragonet of her age.
She appeared mostly SilkWing, but her colorings were far from common. She was a light lavender color, with deep black underscales and antenna, with traced on the stubs that would be her wings.
The NightWing sighed and leaned back on a stone table, placing his tools on it as he did so. He picked up a strange gem from the table, and the dragonet gasped.
"Wow," She breathed, leaning forward to get a better look.
The gem was iridescent, no defined color as it shifted through a snowy torquiose and a sunset pink.
The NightWing picked up more of the same gem, holding them under his wing as he used both talons to detach the wings from their hinges on the SilkWing carving. He laid the wings on the cave floor, placing the gems in specific indents on the wings.
He called up the fire inside of him and breathed on the gems, which melted smoothly and filled the indents with a beautiful, shining liquid. He stood back and watched as the gems cooled almost immediately, leaving the indents appearing as patterns.
"Is that how you made the antenna and spikes too?" The dragonet asked excitedly, pointing at the iridescent spikes with her right talon as she used her left to balance herself.
"Not quite, Silverspinner. I made them and then put them on. Good guess, though." The NightWing answered, putting the wings back on as he did so. He opened the pouch around his neck and took out a small jar with a glowing, swirling wisp of something that looked like smoke.
Silverspinner breathed in sharply, as he held the jar as if it was made of air. Standing in front of the statue, the NightWing took a deep breath, looking longingly at the statue's ruby eyes. He whispered something quietly, then unscrewed the jar and held it in front of the statue.
The wisp fluttered, the small drafts buffeting its delicate shape. Even with the breeze, the smoke-like thing held together, never fading as it drifted into the statue's mouth.
The NightWing held his breath for what seemed like hours before he let it out lightly and stepped back, looking at the statue expectantly.
"Come on, do something. I didn't do this for nothing." He muttered.
The statue stayed still.
He sighed deeply, the picked the dragonet up and placed her on his back.
"Alright, dear, time to go." He said sadly as he walked towards the exit to the cave. Silverspinner looked back at the statue, getting a last look at it before the NightWing stepped out into the daylight. He leaped into the air and soared away, blinking back tears.
Inside the cave, a few embers on a torch flickered out.
The breeze drifted a small leaf into the entrance.
A mosquito flew into the cave, looking for living things to bite, then droned outside again.
The statue blinked.
And that was the prologue! This is my first time ever writing fanfiction, and I'm looking forward to feedback. Thank you for reading!