Thanks to my first reviewer, Lithe. Here's your second chapter!
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Chapter 2: Frostbitten.
She walked through the crystallized forest, fingering gently at the crystal leaves. Frostbite's scales glittered in what scarce sunlight there was. She plucked a crystal rose and, after momentary inspection, crushed it mercilessly. The sound was like that of glass being crushed.
"Imperfection..."
She hissed, and the words echoed through the forest. Frostbite was a female dragon, with scales so blue and sparkling, they could have passed as sapphires. She had white all over her scales, also, like someone had thrown a bucket of frost upon her. That was what made her scaled glitter like they did. While she hissed the words, her pupils were vicious slits, but now, they were the purest sapphire eyes. She had long, white horns, slicked back, reaching down to wing level. Her tail was long, and strong. She was beautiful, but seemed all around deadly.
Frostbite closed her eyes, thinking, remembering...
It was the day of the slaughter. Frostbite had been hugging her little brother, Blizzard. Her mother and father were counting on her to take care of the forest while they met an old friend in the Artisan Worlds, and they were bringing Blizzard. She waved goodbye, and watched them walk through the portal. She stretched her wings, and lay down on the grass. It was only when a droplet of rain hit her on the snout, that her eyes bolted open. She looked in excitement at the portal... but it had been deactivated. "What?"
She activated it again, and took a running charge at it, her eyes closed. When she opened her eyes, she choked on the smell... the stench of death, gore, rotting blood. She wanted to rip her eyes out at the sight before her. Bodies of dragons as far as the eyes could see. The grass was a bloody crimson, and the sky was dark. She looked to her side, and, far off, saw familiar bodies. Mom and dad... She choked loudly, and fell to her knees, and vomited. She saw something silver beside her... and there, slaughtered like a lamb... was Blizzard. She saw the portal's control panel, and the deactivation button had blood on it, which made a line down the side of the portal, and stopped at her brother's blood-covered claw. She cried out like a banshee at the sight, and cried loudly.
"Why? Why, my god? Why have you forsaken me? Why!"
She slipped back into the portal, but, as she did, she heard a male dragon roar in anguish. There, opposite her, at the Dragon Shoresportal, was the one and only Spyro... crying.
Brough back to reality with a bang, Frostbite walked over to the portal. She had shut it down on that day, and made it so that only she could activate it from Crystal Forest. Slowly, she traced her finger down the side, and pressed the activation button gently. The gap in the portal filled up with an image of a dark sky and bloody red grass. With tears streaming down her face, she stepped through, into the Artisan Home, into her past, into reality.