Random twst fic idea from a dream, with one of each dragon subspecie from my LoWR
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Ramen Zipereve woke first.
The water dragon blinked slowly, eyelashes brushing the velvet lining of the coffin lid. He exhaled, watching his breath fog faintly in the chill.
He pushed the lid forcefully.
The coffin opened with a soft creak.
A blast of cold air rushed in.
Ramen inhaled deeply, then grimaced.
“Darling,” he muttered to nobody in particular, “this place is freezing.”
Across the chamber, another coffin burst open with a crack.
A head of red hair appeared, followed by the sleepy face of Roger Veltersev, the fire dragon.
He stared blankly at the ceiling.
“…Too cold.”
And promptly closed the coffin again.
More coffins opened.
One by one, dragon faes emerged.
Renard Zedravel crawled out next, wrapped in layer after layer of clothing.
“Who in the nine molten hells dropped us into a freezer?”
The lava dragon glared around the room suspiciously.
Nearby, Crystal Solvain stepped out his coffin, trembling violently.
“W-where are we?” he whispered. “I… I should have the resonance c-ceremony now...”
His hands were shaking so badly his crystalline skin chimed faintly.
“I-Idon’t,” he said, voice cracking. “I… don’t have it- my-… my magic will be… instable...”
Three dragons approached him immediately.
Rasil Vaelorden knelt beside him first, calm as a deep forest.
Beside him, Sylvi Jeriaura crouched silently, eyes studying the room with the detached calm of the upper skies.
Roger, having reopened his coffin, sat beside Crystal and draped a coat over him.
“You're fine,” the fire dragon muttered sleepily. “Resonance or not.”
Ramen leaned casually against a coffin, smiling gently.
“Oh sweetheart,” he said warmly. “You're shaking like a leaf.”
Crystal sniffed.
“I am not a leaf.”
“Of course not,” Ramen said soothingly. “You’re a jewel.”
More dragons stepped forward.
Rachel Hesvaralin stretched his feathered tail lazily.
“Wherever we are,” he sighed, “it’s terribly unfashionable.”
Caramel Nasendra knelt beside a coffin, brushing dust off his sleeves.
The sand dragon seemed completely unbothered.
“Not Fablewood,” he muttered calmly.
Lightning cracked softly from the fingertips of Drovan Dranosian.
Ramen clasped his hands.
“Oh this is exciting.”
“Is it?” Renard said.
The lava dragon stomped over.
“Because I’m seeing a lot of confused dragons and zero explanations.”
He looked around.
Then his eyes landed on Crystal.
The trembling crystal dragon looked like he might faint.
Renard smirked and started to mock the weak poor dragon. Almost all the other argued back to defend him. Crystal dragons are known to be fragile... physically and emotionally
A voice rang across the chamber.
“QUIET!”
Everyone froze.
Another coffin had opened.
They hadn’t even noticed.
Standing there was a very tall man in red and white robes, white long hair gleaming under the candlelight.
The air itself seemed to shift.
Every dragon moved at once.
They knelt.
Heads bowed.
Silence fell.
“Good evening,” said Solstice Claus. “You may stand.”
Fourteen dragons rose immediately.
Crowley, standing there from the start with the other teachers, frozen and incapable of reacting to the scene, blinked behind his mask.
“…What.”
Solstice glanced around calmly.
“Yes,” he said. “Another world.”
He closed his eyes briefly.
“I can feel it.”
Then he opened them again.
“But I cannot open a portal.”
The dragons stared at him.
“…You can’t?” Roger asked.
Solstice shook his head.
“I cannot reach Scriptoria.”
Ramen frowned.
“Oh dear.”
Behind them, Headmage Crowley cleared his throat.
“Excuse me,” he said. “But this ceremony...”
Renard turned.
“Did anyone ask you?”
Crowley recoiled.
“How dare-”
“I dare easily,” Renard said.
The lava dragon took a step forward.
Crowley immediately stepped back.
Solstice pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Ra’marn’ar Zz’fe’dravel.”
“…Yes.”
“Behave.”
“…Fine.”
The ceremonial mirror began to glow.
Crowley seized the opportunity.
“Yes! The sorting ceremony!”
Crowley quickly explained their sorting ceremony. Roselin passed first and couldn't be sorted, but he shrugged.
“Well, I am a teacher, darling.”
They all decide this may be the only reason, and this time, Ramen try… but he cannot be sorted either. The dark mirror can’t read his soul.
A little panicked, Crowley then ask the mirror to send them back where they are from, but this doesn’t work either.
“…That’s not supposed to happen.”
“What do you mean?” Renard snapped.
“Maybe it’s broken,” Rachel suggested.
Crystal looked horrified again.
“We’re trapped here- without resonance!”
Roger yawned.
Rasil folded his arms thoughtfully.
Sylvi watched the mirror silently.
Adore vanished back into shadow.
Drovan tapped lightning against the floor.
Ramen leaned casually against the mirror.
“Well darling,” he said pleasantly, “this is awkward.”
Crowley panicked.
“All students return to your dorms immediately!”
The watching crowd scattered.
Within minutes, only the dragons and the staff remained.
A man with red hair and horns stepped forward.
“Fascinating,” he murmured.
He bowed slightly.
“I am Professor Rym Drakkon. Astronomy.”
He looked at the group with wonder.
“You say you are all dragons?”
They nods.
Rym looked like he might faint.
“We have perhaps five dragons left in Twisted Wonderland.”
He gestured weakly.
“And they are all distant cousins.”
Silence.
Solstice blinked.
“…Oh.”
He folded his hands.
“Well.”
Pause.
“That explains a great deal.”
Rym looked hopeful.
“What do you mean?”
Solstice answered flatly.
“We may have been summoned for reproduction purpose.”
Dead silence.
Crowley choked and schreeched to change the subject. Since they couldn’t be sorted, he had an idea of where they will live. He guided them all the way accross the campus until they reached a ruin.
Ramshackle dorm.
The dragons stared down at a small cat-like grey creature.
The creature stared back.
“…What are you lookin’ at?”
All dragons spoke at once.
“A baby manticore.”
Grim blinked.
“…a what.”
Renard cracked his knuckles.
“Normally they don’t talk.”
“Should we kill it?” Adore asked calmly.
Grim screamed.
“HEY!”
Ramen crouched beside him.
“Oh sweetheart,” he cooed. “You’re adorable.”
“I AM NOT ADORABLE!”
Rachel scooped him up.
“He’s fluffy.”
Rasil looked thoughtful.
“He’s alone.”
Roger yawned.
“He’s loud.”
Crystal sniffled.
“He’s cute…”
Renard crossed his arms.
“Who’s taking it?”
Everyone spoke at once.
“I will.”
“I will.”
“Me.”
“Obviously me.”
“Darling he already likes me-”
“Put him down.”
“Give him here.”
Grim flailed.
“PUT ME DOWN YOU FREAKS!”
“Enough.”
Solstice spoke.
Instant silence.
He looked at Grim.
Then at the dragons.
“We will all care for him.”
Grim blinked.
“…What.”
Solstice folded his arms.
“We do not yet know exactly why the Flow brought us here.”
The room grew quiet.
“The Flow never acts without purpose.”
It was not a god.
It did not think.
Yet somehow its endless current guided fate itself.
The Flow of Life
Solstice looked toward the dark sky.
“But a world with almost no dragons…”
He glanced at Rym.
“Do dragons here can’t mix with other races?”
Rym blinked.
“…I don’t know ? What do you mean ?”
“In Scriptoria, dragon genes are the strongest of all. If a dragon reproduce with a human, the offspring will be a pure dragon without any human gene. With a beastfolk, the baby can have some animal attribute. With a merfolk, they will breath underwater and their dragon form can have a fish tail. The only real impact come from reproducing with another fae, there the baby can really be half.”
Rym stayed immobile a moment.
“Hm well… here dragons just… don't reproduce with any other race.”
Solstice nodded slowly.
“…Ah.”
Silence.
Then he said, completely deadpan:
“I no longer wonder why only five remain.”
And Grim, trapped in the arms of fourteen dragons, screamed into the night.
Rym is one of my twst OCs, and he's a dragon, cousin of Draconia family
