The bell rang all over campus, the teenagers started off to their classes, each in a neat and tidy uniform, and almost all of the students had well kept black hair. Almost all.

One group of girls were close together, walking along in their uniforms and techno neon hair colors. Four students in total, with bright Red, Green, Pink, and Blue hair in different outlandish and complicated styles.

“Come on Aka! We need to get to class before we’re late again!” The girl with green hair says, tugging at the sleeves of the red haired girl.

“Calm down Midori!” Aka replies, moving slower as she had a toothpick in her mouth. “We’re going to get there soon enough, besides, have we ever been late, Ao?”

“No, we have not been late.” The blue haired girl says, shaking her head “we just keep vanishing in the middle of class.”

“Blame those shadow hounds!” The pink girl says, walking backwards to face the other three.

“They clearly don’t care about our class schedule Pinku” Ao says, adjusting her glasses as she turned a corner to start up the stairs. “We just need to…” she dragged on, stopping as she looked ahead.

Pinku turned to see what had stopped the normally talkative Ao from talking, and shifted as she saw something out of place.

On the stairs was a tall white girl, her uniform decently kept, her long brown hair hanging in down her back, only guided by a hair band. She had on a strange burger shaped back pack that had a cowboy hat tied to the top of it. She seemed to be talking to a boy of similar style but with a more normal backpack and a larger hat on top of it.

“Oh! You must be the Americans we heard about?” Aka says, smiling softly to the pair.

“Oh, yes!” The girl says, smiling and holding her hand out to shake Aka’s have before pivoting to a slight bow. “My name is Molly, this is my brother Axel” she says, her Japanese being decent.

Axel bowed softly and smiled “we just came here from America, still getting used to Japan. My sister says a lot happens here” he says, his own Japanese not quite as good as his sisters.

“Well, I’ll try and help you out when I can” Midori says, “but your sister is right, a lot happens…”

“I know” Molly says, nodding “I know…” ————————————————————— It wasn’t even lunch when Pinku had to hit the button on her watch, warning the others that another portal had opened up. “It’s close this time, get to the old gym, quickly!”

The four girls ran off and out of class, much to the irritation of their professors, the four running to the older part of school where they could hear panicked screams of a girl.

“Power Up!” Pinku shouted, changing into her magical girl outfit which wasn’t much of an outfit at all, only really covering her face with a mask. The other three did the same, rushing out to the old gym where one of their class mates named Shi was being circled by 3 ghost hounds, with a fourth humanoid hound leader watching.

“Ah! I see the magic girls have finally shown up!” He shouted, waving his hands at Shi, a wave of shadows reaching out and tossing the school girl to the bleachers behind him. “I saw what you did to Tora, and I assure you, that will not happen today!”

“We’ll see about that!” Ao says, however before the fight could start the doors behind the girls opened again, being Molly.

“Starting off without me?” Molly shouted, still in her school uniform as she took her burger backpack off, setting her hat on her head.

“What are you doing here!” Pinku shouted, “you need t-“ she began until Molly opened her 1.5 foot round bag and pulled out a 5 foot long Musket.

The girls stopped and looked at molly, even the hound leader looked in confusion “what on the four plains is that?” He asked.

“A Kentucky Rifle” Molly says with a manic grin on her face. “Just as the founding fathers intended.”

I do write now and then, I’ve even been paid to do some small writing commissions, but for now I need to focus on school. But it means the world to me that you think so highly of my work, this is the first time I’ve done a successful writing prompt here.

Let’s see how things go

I replied to my first part with the second part, so it should be in the replies

Part 2 is out

It’s out now

Part 2 is out!

Made a part 2

(Seeing as how popular this got, this is the part 2, I’m surprised but I’ll do my best)

The Historian and Priests only shrugged, they didn’t know what had happened, and were just as confused as the King. They would only redirect their eyes to the three dragons who were around the shattered eggs.

The king only looked on, his hands coming together under his chin as the battle began. Red and Blue seemed more intent on fighting one another, leaving Yellow alone for the moment, and Yellow seemed content in not involving itself with the two.

One could best describe the fight between Red and Blue as a flying cat fight, claws flying at one another, wings flapping and maneuvering to get the upper hand. It seemed like they were an even match, the Red dragon ripping into Blue’s wing, and Blue latching onto Red’s tail, dragging it down and grounding the twin.

Dust was kicked up by the pair, the crowd cheering on Red, watching over the fight as Yellow just stood by, the Third Dragon watching the two fight against one another, claws and teeth and all. It seemed to be over in seconds when the dust began to settle.

Blue took deep breaths, blowing dust up as she stood over her slain brother, Red. She would roar and stand on her back legs like a dark stallion standing over its new lands.

The boos from the crowd were almost immediate, their voices however died down as Yellow roared to gat the attention of their sister. Blue would whip around, and roar back at Yellow, walking away from Red’s body, ready to fight Yellow but weakened by the fight with Red.

Yellow was slow, careful, sizing up their sister as Blue growled, torn wings spread wide, trying to intimidate Yellow. Yellow meanwhile only saw one thing in the display, weakness, and vulnerability.

Blue would fail the game of chicken, and charged at Yellow, roaring all the way until Yellow sidestepped and body checked her on to the hard stone floor, being silent as Blue tumbled.

Blue stood up, having expected Yellow to be on her and fighting, but the sibling just stood there, unmoving but ever so watchful. Blue had managed to hurt one of her arms, now on three legs as she huffed, roaring at Yellow, but being alone in the roar.

Yellow just watched, breathing slowly as she stairs down Blue, their wings folded neatly, legs planted into the stone like trees. Blue growled, and on her three legs charged again, being focused on Yellows head now, charging as fast as she could until Yellow spun, their tail tip striking Blue’s jaw, breaking it and sending Blue back to the dirt.

Each time Blue fell, the crowed would cheer on Yellow, no longer remembering Red who lays off to the side still. Blue stood back up, limping and jaw hanging open, her sides bleeding and mouth dripping as she roared weakly, trying to be strong but Yellow just walked up to her, and with an almost comically slow swipe, took hold of Blues head and forced her to roll on her side.

Blue shivered, unable to move, weakened by Yellow as she waited for the final blow, but still Yellow just stood there, holding Blue down. Yellow chittered with their teeth, seeming to speak to Blue for a moment before letting go. Blue didn’t dare get up, weakened by broken bones and blood loss, only able to watch as Yellow finally spread their wings.

With a gust of air and cloud of dust Yellow took off, flying high and leaving the arena, flying directly over the kings seat. The King only watched, amazed as this strange beast left, leaving a broken but living Blue behind.

“Have some men track it.” He ordered, one of his knights nodded and left to spread the word, the king then turned to the Historian and Priest “go down and capture the Blue Dragon, it is yours to do with” he says, the historian and Priest nodded, leaving the king to collect the Red body and Blue survivor.

The queen thinks, sipping her wine as she looked down to the arena “what do you think this means?” She asked, looking board more than anything.

“Nothing good.” The king says, grunting as he stood upright, standing to speak to his people, he would try and clear his throat. He couldn’t quite get the itch to go away, and would take the wine from his wife, taking a quick drink before coughing and speaking “my people!” He bellowed, looking to those in the stands “while we may not know what this winter brings, rest assured it will be nothing to hold us back, we will continue to grow and swell out over the Barbaric lands, and bring in a new year of peace, and prosperity!” He roared, smiling as the peasants roared in agreement. He would wash his throat with the rest of the wine in his wife’s cup, coughing some more before guiding the queen out of the stands.

The kingdom barely made it a month until the King began to get letters, from the boarder towns first, then closing in. A plague, starting with a cough, difficulty breathing, and sweating, which soon led to pale skin, dizziness, and diarrhea, and in some cases, Death. The king knew this well, as he was suffering from the same symptoms as he sat on his throne, wearing barely anything as he felt all too hot even with his feet in a bucket of ice.

He sat at his table, his advisors all huddled at the far end as to not catch the illness as he spoke. “We must find a way to cut this plague short.” He shouted, coughing hard and pounding the table with his fist. “What are in the notes on it!”

One advisor flipped through a book, frowning “there are reports of a large uptick in rodent populations, the wave of rats is often found around grain silos and other food storage sites.”

“The grain silos are bursting at the seems with extra grain, and with no cats to cut down those numbers of rodents, it’s a case of millions of rodents running rampant!” Another adviser exclaimed, putting down his book with some force.

“The rats must be spreading the plague” the third advisor says, grunting as he sat down, weakened by the limitation of food.

“Then the next best thing to do is to starve the rats” the king grunted, breathing in deeply although not deeply enough for his liking. “I want the spare grain silos to be burned, burn the rats with them.”

“Sir… that grain is our winter stock pile, the leafs haven’t even finished turning colors!” The first advisor replied, leaning on the table.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear about you’re recent promotion to King!” The king retorted, pointing at the first advisor “my word is law, now go! Or your head will go away from your shoulders!”

The advisors only nodded, grunting as they left the table, walking away as one of the doctors came over to check with the king.

Never before had it happened.

The kingdom kept near perfect records on the Dragon Fates, drawings, paintings, even full books were made. The king knew exactly which dragon would hatch from which egg thanks to color and shape. They even had tried to tamper with the results a few times but it never seemed to help their chances in the winters.

They as a nation had grown up to live by the Dragon Fates, the center point of the kingdom having been built as an arena, so the masses could watch with bated breaths. There were even museums with the bones of which dragon had lost, the best museums having the blue dragons hide tanned and displayed proudly with the year the blue dragon fell.

Now there were not two eggs, but three! Three had never happened, perhaps the dragon ate more than it should have, and produced another egg by mistake? Or there was going to be two reds and one blue, or gods forbid two blues and one red.

It took some time for the panic to calm in the kingdom, the king assuring everyone that what ever the outcome they were safe and secure, that the gods would clear up the matter, or the scientists if need be. Even as he spoke to the crowd pushing to see this strange third egg there were historians around the clutch with every shred of information they had.

The Red and Blue eggs were marked already, painted stripes with tassels flowing in the wind, but the third egg seemed to be stumping the smartest of the kingdom.

“It is the same shape as the Red Egg” one noted, writing fearsomely into a book.

“The weight is that of a Blue Dragon!” Another exclaimed.

“The color matches the Red Egg, there fore it is Red!” A third notes, having a color sheet of all eggs know.

“The knock echo is the same as the Blue Egg!” Yet another replied to not but a crowd that was becoming more frustrated than the crowd held back by the guards.

It seemed to be a pattern, the egg sharing almost equal qualities and traits of both eggs, the men of the Gods would inspect the egg, testing it carefully “it could be a mix, Purple it be!” The holy man decreed, getting looks from all around.

It didn’t take long for the King himself to step in, preventing the three split sides from breaking out into a brawl. “Enough!” He bellowed, growling to make a point “I will inspect the eggs, I have seen 48 eggs before this three!” He says, taking a step towards the Third Egg. He took his time to think his mind, feeling the egg over as if it was a well rounded rump, knocking a few times. The scientists and Priests all stood by and watched, bated breath as they wondered what the king would say.

“I think…” he says, taking a deep breath “it is a Blue Egg, fore the inside qualities are that of a Blue Dragon!”

The scientists thought it over, and then agreed, fore the King himself had declared it to be Blue! And who dared tell the King he was wrong? And so they went to work, dressing up the third egg as a Blue, the King going on to the crowd waiting outside the closed gates to speak to them.

“Ladies and gentleman!” He called out, standing on a box of grain, his voice booming to get their attention. “It has been found, through both historians and I! That the third egg is that of a Blue Dragon!”

There was but one moment of silence after his decree, broken by the cries of displeasure and anger, how dare the Dragon Fates stack the odds against them!

“Smash the Third!” Came a cry.

“Poison the Blue! Protect the Red!” Came another.

“Quiet!” The king demanded, shouting over their voices, “not even our best weapons could dent those eggs! Not even the best poisons will harm the Dragons! We must be prepared for the outcome!”

“How can we prepare against bad luck!” One peasant asked.

“Simple! We prepare for a crop failure. It will insure we survive this winter!” The King replied, loud enough for all to hear. Scribes standing ready to spread his voice to those who could not hear. “The odds are against us, we must store more grain! More meat must be preserved! We must make it last longer as well! Eat less, Save more!”

“What of the animals?” One farmer asked “the herding dogs won’t like being shorted on their food! And the cats will flee to find better meals as well!”

“The animals must learn to survive the down sides of life” he says, holding his hands to his belly. “If it is needed, we must think of ourselves, the animals may become food too! Not just the horses but the dogs and cats as well, we will prevail!” He yelled, raising his hands in defiance of the Dragon Fates, his hand not the only one raising, as almost all the peasants agreed, they would survive.

The three eggs would sit there for the next four months, protected, cleaned, decorated. The scientists watched on closely as the days ticked by. At the end of the fourth month one of them would raise the alarm “They Shake!” He cried, signaling the Fates to be chosen within the fortnight.

The day of truth came, the stadium packed to the brim with peasants that had thinned with the times. Even the king himself, thinned down to save food, sat in his own special box high above the rest, flanked by his advisors and queen. The eggs would now and then sway in the non existent wing, the hatchlings slowly cracking apart their shells.

First came the Red, aggressive and brightly colored, shaking off the fluids that protected him.

Second came the Blue, dark in color, claws raking the smooth stone she stepped onto.

With bated breath the brother and sister waited with the crowd for the last egg, slowly cracking its way free. Soon the egg split cleanly down the middle, as if an expert warrior had swung his ax down and cleaved it in two.

With the shells rocking away from the Third Dragon, a loud gasp came from the crowd, the king slack jawed himself as he looked with his telescope. It didn’t take long to lower the tube and look at the lead Dragon Historians and his pope red faced.

“Why, pray tell” he started off, taking a deep breath to fill his lungs “is it Yellow!”