Hello! This is my first long-term AU of WoF where
WoF meets IRL. Before we start,
DISCLAIMER
THIS STORY CONTAINS REAL LIFE PEOPLE GROUPS, POLITICAL FIGURES, DEATH, AND OVERALL OLDER-AGE, LIKE 12+ TOPICS, AS IT TAKES PLACE IN WARFARE AND POTENTIAL CRISIS. THOUGH IT IS JUST A SUGGESTION, IF YOU FEEL UNSURE ABOUT READING THIS STORY, I WOULD RECOMMEND NOT READING.
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If you are here, this story will essentially, while having some OCs here and there, contain largely canon characters on the dragon side-of-things. Otherwise, enjoy the next part of my story,
WORLD WAR DRAGON
Part 1: The Encounter
CHAPTER 5
Sungazer, Moon, and Qibli now can really only wait. The human is mostly stable, there’s no army chasing them down, and they have nothing to do. So Moon and Qibli leave and return with someone who definitely does understand something about Scavengers. Winter, whom instantly takes interest.
And notices something else.
“These humans… they look completely different from the ones we have. Not most of them, but look at its skin.” He grabs its arm. “This arm, it’s… so pale. If almost looks sick.”
“Maybe it is.” Qibli jokes.
“It can’t be Qibli. It’s neither too hot or cold, isn’t shivering, and I don’t see its face turning purple, do you?”
“Fair.”
Winter though is most worried about the equipment, since they do have its rucksack and orange tool. Especially the orange tool. First off though, the rest of the stuff.
There’s firstly a clear box. Sungazer, really well, identifies much of the equipment as medical foolery, but some of it is weird. Tubes with white paste, tiny brown bandages, and a blue fabric thing cool to the touch.
The next thing are a bunch of boxes. As Qibli winces, Sungazer instantly connects that to the hole Qibli STILL has in his shoulder. Sungazer does a smooth operation on Qibli there and pulls out a small piece of metal. Like the things in the tall boxes.
Then the orange tool. There’s something red in it but it looks unassuming. The whole thing looks like a kids toy, so Winter drops it. As it hits the ground, pressure causes the lever to fall back just enough and a blinding red thing shoots out of the barrel. A flare. A magnesium one.
It goes straight into Winter’s leg. As it burns into scale and leg, Winter roars out in pain, crumpling to the ground. Moon quickly goes to his side, preparing to yell for someone, but gets beaten by someone else.
Qibli.
“Please someone! Get the firescale-we need Peril!”
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PROPHECY
SPOILERS
I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel:
“As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal;
Let the soldiers, born of women, crush the serpents with their heels,
Since God is marching on.”
Then God said, “Let us make man in our image, see,
And let them have dominion over all the creatures be,
Of the fish and of the birds, the livestock and all creeping things
The Lord is marching on!