My perfect English is improving. Fun fact; English is not my strong suit. Everything you see in my fics has to be translated into English and then revised by Amberstar of Thunderclan. Sure, I can read and listen to English perfectly; I understand everything(even if I do use my lack of speaking abilities as a joke sometimes^^ it's so fun to mess with people), but there is a world of difference between understanding a language and actually speaking it.
Why do I say this now? because, I pulled the "I don't speak English" on someone today for a few moments, and it reminded me that I needed another excuse for month-long update dates! ^^
Yeah, the "broken computer" and the "not enough time" star to get old after a while.
The Pyrhhian Emporerereer(I can't spell right today, LoL XD- Love, Amberstar): yes, the first chapters of all my fics are quite a mess; but they get better, I promise. re-writing and polishing are just pains in the neck. But I assure you, everything gets better in this chapter...mostly.
By the way guys, I've posted another new fic! *Epic fist pump, VERY large /)^^(\*
It's a crossover between Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., and Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. So those of you who read this now know that that lonely corner of the FFN community exists... SPREAD THE WORD! I DON'T WANT TO BE LIKE AMBE-*the rest of this line was omitted by Jayfeattheris Awesome's editor-in-chief. Amberstar of Thunderclan is awesome, and so is her crossover fic that nobody knows about because lets face it nobody looks for DS9/HP crossovers thankyoufortakingyourvaluabletimetolistentothispromotionofanotherauthortheendgoodbythankyouverymuch*
The Palace of the Northern Icewings
Silver shoved her talons across the ice floor of the hallway, smoothing and polishing the ice for the visitors that would be arriving in three weeks time.
" I don't know why we have to polish the deep ice of the palace. It's not like the Airwings will want to come down here. There's nothing but slave dragons." The Rockwing next to her complained.
" I think it's because that this is the only way down into the armory. King Niroc will want to show off his weapons to the Airwings. " Silver told her.
"Well ,I'll bet you he'll hide the slaves. You know, I've hear rumors that vertualy none of the other tribes even know he has slaves." The Rockwing said, picking up a small rabbit pelt covered in sand and rubbing it across the ice. Silver knew that the sand would keep the Airwings form slipping on the ice, for they didn't have the long, hooked claws the Icewings had to help them grip the ice.
"I wonder where they get all this sand anyway?" Fern mused out loud, lifting a rabbit pelt to look at the slop of water and sand that clung to it.
"I don't really care where they get it, Fern. I just want to do the best I can so that I get promoted. " Silver told her. If she could get promoted, to even chief ice washer even, perhaps ,with a little sliver of luck, she might perhaps get the chance to see the outside world. But she knew that the likelihood of that happening was 1 in one hundred.
Silver had been raised in the deep ice since she was a hatchling. She had been told that she had been born in the upper levels of the palace, the throne room ,in fact. But her mother had not been royalty. Quite far from it ,in fact. She had been an air dragon taken slave by the Flamewing slavers. They had been presenting King Niroc with their finest slaves in return for the release of their leader, and the line up of slaves had included her mother and father.
Then ,before the king could chose his slaves and make the deal, Silver's mother began to lay her egg. Fern's mother ,Vernilda, who had been the King's personal servant ,had been one of the dragons present during the laying of Silver's egg.
Vernilda had told her only that the egg was so large, that it had killed her mother ,and that , in a rage of grief, her father had lashed out at both the King's oldest son ,and the son of the slaver's leader ,killing them both. For this ,her father had been sentenced to a life's labor in the coldest region of the ice kingdom, and he hadn't been seen since.
As for her egg, the King, seeing how freakishly enormous it was, rejected all the other slaves ,released the slaver's leader ,and took the egg for himself, under the assumption that the dragonet inside would grow to be humongous; the perfect replacement for his lost son. Only, upon the egg's hatching ,he found not a strong, male chick, but a small female who was barely alive, and would probably never live long enough to see Queen ship.
Grieved with his spirit broken beyond repair, his only hope left was an egg laid three months before Silver's mother arrived in the Palace. By most dragon standards, the egg would never hatch. But, with his mate on her deathbed, it was all he had left. So when Vernilda had offered to care for Silver until the little female dragonet died, the king had not minded. So when his mate's last egg hatched, he had been so happy, that he hadn't even noticed when Vernilda told him that Silver had survived her first three weeks of life.
So here she remained, in the deep ice. The smallest of all the small dragons, though she was fully grown. When the king had found out that she still lived, he had punished her for what he father had done, sentencing her to serve in the deep ice. He had never said how long she would serve, so she always held on to a small ray of hope that she would someday see the sky.
"Did you hear about the Prince? His dragonets will be hatching from their eggs soon." Fern's voice shook Silver out of her reverie.
"Him? Oh, oh yeah that. I haven't given that much thought." She muttered distractedly.
"Well, let's just finish this up and go chew on some ice. I'm thirsty." Fern sighed.
"Yeah. Me too." Silver agreed, though she knew she sounded more tired than thirsty. Will I ever see the outside world?
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"When do you think they will hatch?" Coal asked his mate for about the umpteenth time.
"I told you already, Coal. They will hatch when they're ready ,in about three days' time." An ice colored female ice dragon said irritably. She had black stripes like tongues of flames starting on her muzzle and ending at the base joints of her wings. Coal had been asking the same question every two hours ,and it was obviously beginning to get on her nerves.
Honestly Coal wasn't trying to irritate his mate, but the prospect of becoming a father was making him ecstatic with worry and excitement. He couldn't find it in himself to wait for the little dragonets to come jumping out of their eggshells and start playing with his tail, or wrestling with his talons, or launching themselves at him in vicious tickle-fights.
he had always wanted kids, ever since he was a kid. He would always pretend to be the fretful father, as his father's personal servant, Vernilda, acted like a disobedient dragonet. Vernilda!
The thought stuck him like a bolt of lightning, and immediately his hyper-active, fatherly mind came up, once more, with every way things could go wrong when him and Matilda weren't with their dragonets. Plenty of dangers had befallen him as a youth, with more close calls than he cared to admit.
But almost always, Vernilda had been looking out for him; and un-official nest keeper of sorts for the Prince of the Icewings. He had been an only dragonet, but this was a hatching of three...
The young prince nudged one egg that had begun to lean out of the nest and set it upright. He would have to be tactful about this; there was no telling how Matilda would take to the idea of a total stranger watching over their young.
"Matilda, I have been thinking…" he began, "perhaps it is time we get a nest keeper." The female ice dragon's head pricked upward.
"A nest keeper? Your father never used one; why should we?" she asked, curious.
"I was a single hatchling. We have three eggs, and they will be a handful when they hatch." He insisted.
"Oh, I'm sure Vernilda wouldn't mind watching them when we're busy." Matilda said airily, waving one talon.
More picture flashed through his mind; not the happy ones had had been having for the majority of the week, but ones in which he dragged himself into this very room, dragonets clinging to his tail, eyes bloodshot with exhaustion as Matilda slept peacefully in their nest.
" Vernilda can't double task with serving my father and looking after three hatchlings. There are plenty of good servants available down in the Deep Ice, we could get a one there to mind the nest when we can't. We're royalty, so trust me when I say ,duty might keep us busy for a lot of the time ,and the dragonets need somebody to look after them while we're busy." he explained.
Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes...
There was a few moments silence ,and then Matilda spoke again," Okay, then. A nest keeper it is. Just be sure you pick the right one. I don't want anybody being rough with our dragonets." She said.
Coal sighed with relief. If there was a nest keeper watching the dragonets ,then him and Matilda could do important work while not having to worry about the dragonets getting into too much trouble while they were gone. He plopped down next to her, twining tails with her and nuzzling her snout.
"Just be sure you get a good one." she murmured to him softly," Or I'll mount you wings on the wall."
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Thought of the Day: There are so many good fanfics out there that are crossovers, but they're in such obscure places that nobody bothers to look for them. Especially if they're-quite literally-one of a kind. What's one great Unknown Crossover that you really enjoy? What's the longest, most epic Unknown Crossover you enjoy? What is it a crossover of?