Alternate Winglet 2: Brotherhood.
Cedar trudged through the debris. It must have been an odd sight, such a young dragonet, wandering through the destroyed town. Cedar had a piece of cloth wrapped around his snout, so that he wouldn't breathe anything in, yet he still coughed from the smoke. Up ahead there was a large bonfire, where a group Mudwings were burning two dead dragons in a pile of debris. One of the Mudwings started crying, and collapsed into the side of another, larger one. The large one began patting the crying one's head, a faraway look in his eyes. Cedar continued walking.
He made his way into the downtown. A lone vendor stood outside his shop, his various rugs on display, but nobody was paying any attention. He walked past a broken window, the inside of the building still blackened and burned. Inside the building, a dead Seawing lay there, her ribcage exposed. The bones were just as blackened as the rest of her, her mouth open in an eternal scream.
All around the town, dragonets his age were wandering around. Entire groups of sibs, too young to understand what had happened. Some little dragonets were all alone, wandering around. One kept calling out names. "Ochre? Chestnut? Alligator?" Cedar realized those must be the names of the dragonet's sibs, and he could not find them. And he probably never would. Suddenly, Cedar didn't feel so out of place.
Cedar began to itch all over. All this pain around him, yet a voice told Cedar not to give up hope, or become depressed. They're in a better place now. They're in the sea. Cedar's big wings, Delta, had told him a story a long time ago, how when good dragons died, they went to a great big nice place. "How big?" Cedar had asked her. "Very big." She had replied. "Like the sea?" He had asked. Delta laughed. "Yeah. Like that."
Cedar walked through a large pile of debris that blocked a street. Hopping over wood, dirt, metal, and something else. His talon landed in a brown liquid. Cedar smelled his talon. It was alcohol. This must have been a tavern. He thought. Cedar followed the trail of liquid down through the mess of the tavern, when his eyes fell on a talon.
Cedar reeled back. He wasn't expecting that. He shivered and then continued. He hopped down from the pile when he heard a noise. He turned around.
The talon was shaking. Whoever had been buried was still alive. Cedar rushed over to the talon. He felt it. It was warm. "Hold on, I'm getting you out!" Cedar called to the dragon crushed under the remains of the tavern. Cedar knocked over what was left of a shelf and began to pull out pieces of debris.
When the dragonet was finally free, Cedar helped him get out. He looked shockingly like Cedar, and his scratches were minimal for someone that had just been buried underneath a building.
"What is your name?" Cedar asked him. The dragonet stared blankly for a while. "Mahogany." He finally answered. "Who are your sibs?" Cedar asked him. Mahogany almost seemed to answer, and then stopped. He stared at the sky for a second, and then looked back at Cedar. "I don't know. I don't remember." Cedar sighed sadly. "Do you remember where you are from?" He tried again. Mahogany stared at him. "I don't know." Mahogany was wearing an earring. It was golden, and it featured two dragons, entwined around each other. Mahogany saw Cedar staring and his claw shot up to his ear, as if he was going to try and cover it.
Cedar walked to the Oceanside of the town. Amnesia. Cedar thought. Mahogany may never be able to remember his life. Would he be better off dead? Cedar thought. No. Thought another part of his brain. He may never be able to remember his past, but we can make up for that with a better future. Cedar stopped itching. Yes. He would help give this dragonet a better future.
Cedar walked back to Mahogany. Mahogany was no longer wearing an earring, and Cedar couldn't see it anywhere. A bit odd and confusing, but Cedar knew one thing.
This dragonet is not going to the sea.