Winglet : Isolation

Ray of light shone through thin veils of water surface, penetrating thick layer of water which flows between the surface and the seafloor. The sea, in the face of sunlight, reluctant to show its greatest treasure to the world as the seafloor reflected its light to all who marvel at them. Thousands of corals and seaweeds spread wide and long across the seafloor. Its length of hundreds of wingspans. Displaying its magnificently beautiful colours to the world. And between the vast numbers of corals, there is a canyon which contains one of Pyrrhia long kept secret: The Deep Palace.

The Deep palace was the underwater palace which resided by the royal family of the SeaWings and many other important SeaWing dragons. It was said to be the most marvellous place on Pyrrhia as it was swarmed with all kinds of creature such as the bright colours Parrotfish, cute seahorses, and harmless docile reef shark which lay at the bottom of the seafloor. Had it not for its secrecy of its location, it might had been long destroyed by the raging wars between tribe; Most notably, the ongoing war of SandWing succession.

Unfortunately, she wasn't in the mood for sightseeing. Her teal scales glided across the sea, dodging fishes and dragons, while making her way to the canyon. Stream of water, warm and cool, intertwined and flowed through her iridescence wings as she hurried herself to one of the tunnels to the servant caves. She reached the cave and was please to found herself that she was, again, the first one to reach the cave. She quickly went to her chest, took her uniform and from another she took out brush and a mop. Then swam herself into the halls.

Today's schedule: the gathering hall.

She swam through the currents and slowly creaked open the doors to the hall. No one would be here now. The princes would still be asleep right now. She thought it would be the best time of the day to clean the hall as the princes loved to gather here for all sort of activities during the day. Compare to others, the gathering hall was more worn out than any others in the palace. But it is to be expected, there are about twenty-four princes in this palace, three more is about hatched. And most of the time, half of them would occupy this hall for most of the day. The images of the princes spending their time here floats across her vision. The younger one would play tags, racing against each other while the older one would be wrestling or just talking to each other. They never seem to have left each other alone for long.

Yet, it always reminded her of dreadful recurring events happening in this palace. There was no princess. There was one, princess Orca, died years ago. And another who was rumoured to have been stolen by mythical 'Talon of Peace' for 'The Dragonet prophecy'. And since then, none of them had made it out alive in the SeaWing Royal Hatchery. Most of dragons believed there was an assassin prowling in the palace. Killing all the female royal eggs before they hatch.

Some say that Queen Coral had kill those eggs herself in order to rule the kingdom longer. Some even say that the palace its self was cursed. Cursed by Princess Orca when she had died fighting against Queen Coral for challenging the throne. That the royal hatchery no longer harboured a safe place for Queen Coral's daughter to incubate.

The thought itself send shivered down her spine. But she wasn't going to bother herself with those. She, like many hundreds of other servants, just another normal Seawing in this palace. She had no business in those whose job is to lead the kingdom and serve the greater good of her tribe. She just has a family to tend to and live her rest of her life peacefully as she could.

She stopped herself in front of a sculpture, resemblance of an old royal Seawing, and began to dust off the moss around it.

A flash of light caught her attention as she spun around to look at it. It was Tidal, the butler of the palace, head of all servants. Though he may have aged pass half a century, his scales shone bright aquamarine with stripes of pale green around his side as rays of light shot through the gaps of ceiling above. Just like his spirit, always energetic and radiant all around him. He signalled her to come to have a talk with him.