Part One, Welcome to Jade Mountain

He, simply put, was not prepared.

Too many dragons. Too many voices.

It was strange, some seemed to be speaking without moveing their maws.

And dragons do not speak without moveing their maws.

Silver was half a talon away from just straight up running away. His head whipped from one direction to another, trying to make sence of something, anything, this was far to chaotic for him.

There was Sandwings, Icewings, Skywings...

Color changing dragons he could identify as Rainwings easily. He'd be ashamed if he couldn't, his only friend was a Rainwing.

Snow, sensing Silversun's stress, draped a green wing over him as comfort.

"C'mon Silver, let's get go and get asighned to a winglet!"

She led him to the enterance, he followed while also making himself as small as possible. He briefly made eyecontact with an Icewing, who after a moment gave him a strange look of... surpise? anger? shock?

Did he know this dragon?

Silver figured no, but he wasn't sure at first, before remembering what his mother said about Darkstalkers teeth. He definitivly does not know this Icewing.

Inside the two were greeted by a purpleish Nightwing. (Fatetalker? No no, Fatespeaker?) "Hello! You two-- Let me guess, you-" She pointed at Snow. "Are Snow! And you--"

Fatespeaker became quiet and looked him up and down. Something is not right here.

Silver blinked owlishly. It happend again.

A dragon speaking without actually speaking.

His talons, tail and wings. That's not normal.

It's not? Really? But... he saw the paintings in the school of the ghost town, the paintings were blue sure but... That dragon had markings similar to him. 'Whiteout' it was sighned or something like that.

"You're Silversun correct? I've never heard of the name, so narually it has to belong to a dragon whom I've never seen!"

That makes sense. Very much so.

"Yep!" Snow awnsered for him, he himself a little to nervous to actually speak a cohearent sentance.

Fatespeaker turned and dug around the pile of scrolls, while she was doing that Silver started to listen to the many, many, voices.

("Oh three moons,This is far to much. Hopefully there is a silent corner around here. Why did I agree to come?")

A headache started to make itself clear by the time Fatespeaker handed them their scrolls. "Your cave is on the second tunnel, fourth to the left."

Snow, ever confident, lead the way as Silver trailed after her. Before they were even INSIDE, Silver could hear the arguement going on in there a few tail length away from the enterance.

The dragonets stopped wide eyed.

"You know what? I think I'll check the mess hall out first, what about you?"

Silver looked at Snow evenly, after listening to the conversation a bit longer.

"I'll... I'll go inside, they'll just ignore me."

The mostly white Rainwing nodded and walked past as Silversun entered the cave.

A Skywing was argueing with a pale blue Seawing.

"I don't care if you're the Seawing Princess! I chose this bedding first, so it's mine; find your own!"

The Seawing Princess(aperently), looked offended. Deeply.

"You...Disrespectful Lizard! I should claw the scales out of your face!"

Silver ducked and slowly crawled towards the hammock that has caught his eye. The two were busy fighting, so they didn't notice him calling dibs on the hammock.

While inside the hammock, golden amber eyes watched the two argue for a bit more before the skywing noticed him and froze.

The seawing whipped her head around and saw Silver watching them tensly from the hammock. She was about to speak when the Skywing interupted her.

"You better not try to bully him out of the hammock princess." Oh no, this was getting out of hand. The Skywing was mocking her title, that can't lead to anything good.

The princess made an annoyed face. "And who are you?"

"S- silversun."

"Well I guess you can keep the hammock Silversun." She said to spite the Skywing, he didn't say anything to her obvious spitefulness.

"You probably already know who I am, so there is no need to introduse myself."

He does not infact know who this is.

Yet Silver didn't say anything to avoid offending her. The situation seemed to cool down now, he didn't want it to escalte it again. No sir, peace and quiet is what he needs.

Dear three moons, This Nightwing doesn't know who she is!

The Skywing was surpressing a luagh, from the way he was holding his breath and the way his face was twitching, quite obviously so.

Seriously, who is this... sassy lost seawing dragonet?

"I'm Thunderbird. Let's get along Silver, is it okay if I call you Silver?" Silver was bearly able to nod before Thunderbird started to speak once more. "Since we are stuck together from now on and all."

It took a while, but Silver finaly had somewhat silence. Thunderbird and Anemone had left, leaving him alone with an Icewing who had come in after everything calmed down (His name is Boreas).

The Icewing had meerly acknowledged him with a nodd, not friendly but more polite. Perhaps passive aggressiv, who knows? The Icewing had seddled down somewhere underneath him, quietly minding his own buisness.

Now Silver could sleep away the headache he had gotten from all that.

Would you look at that? Another one.

Silver snorted surprised, he had been half asleep when he heard that voice.

"Err... Did you just say something?"

"No." The Icewing replied boredly.

Yes. Another voice replied at the same time, sounding quite amused.

What-- He must be imagining things. Yeah, that's most likely it. Today too many things happend too much at once.

And you're confused about this too.

But you seem to know less than even Moonwatcher. How old are you?

Silver looked around the cave confused, what is this? What is happening?

Three Years, huh?

"What...? Who is talking? What is this??"

And how did the disembodied voice know his age?

"Are you okay? What's up with you Nightwing?"

A white and dark blue head popped up from the side of the hammock, Silver looked at Boreas wide eyed.

"My Anxiaties." Silver replied feeling put on the spott. The Icewing blinked. "Like... are you... imagineing voices speaking to you all the time?"

"No. I think it's all to much for me right now. Too loud, Too many dragons."

"Ah. Social Anxiaties then?"

"Maybe. Probably. High Probably."

Boreas' head disapeared again as the Icewing sat back down and Silver made himself comfertable again, albeit unsettled.

Yeesh. That was awkward.

Damit. Who is this?

Depends, who's asking?

("Nobody! Leave me alone!")

Sorry Silversun, Didn't mean to make you angry or nervous.

("Well you did. Great job, mysterious voice coming from the abyss.")

The last thing he heard from the voice was a wheezing sound, the kind you make when you're luaghing or are about to.

Silver huffed. He hoped that voice wouldn't ever suddenly speak to him again like that. Or ever for that matter. He got really agitated there, it was a mixure of the headache and the fact it had resulted a really awkward tension between him and Boreas.

Hopefully it doesn't happen again.