Prologue

The Prologue is part of The Plot Keepage.

Story
A while ago, we were precious, hidden creatures. Taidalings, the large group of squids that were never caught by the pure eye, always moving, migrating, and surviving. We have the ability to shapeshift into large, antagonistic dragons that all else fears over. Fires, forever winters, floods, all caused by us on a boring Friday, playing with the lesser mortals among us.

Though it was only until someone, Mango, pulled the last straw, attacking the now Inkopolis Tower, The Great Zapfish Peak, and tearing it to shreds. The Inklings and Octolings were furious, they had enough of the pain, devastation and fear around them and decided to strike back.

One after another, their forces moved forward, giving us what was deserved. The most well known threat to the Taidaling nation was no other than Tutora, the long-tentacled Octoling. She thin but feeble, her deep brown skin blending into the darkness with her red eyes stalking us down. We could only see the movements of her red tentacles spotted with poison-urching black.

Step by step, she scouted our main base, the Hidden, Greatwing Kingdom. The Greatwing Kingdom, despite its name, was a tropical rainforest, filled with bright fruits and gleaming fauna and flaura. The treetops covered the land so there was no way one would suspect it from above, but of course it was open to the lively ground.

Though one bloody night, in the queen’s castle, red-psychotically filled eyes leered upon our Queen, Blesthmi. Blesthmi was a poor, young ruler. She couldn’t handle her prankful subjects as they just argued against her. The only thing keeping her from demotion was the fact no one wants to be queen. Blesthmi was just born in the curse of taking the crown, dealing with the malicious civilization.

The wooden doors creaked as they pushed open, a smile poking from the darkness of the hall. Blesthmi could feel her breath, the breath of the murderer, the breath of her doom. Her body was shaking, her heart was freezing. Carefully, her hand moved over a smooth surface, grabbing onto a metal piece beneath her bed.

The breath got closer, and closer, quietly mumbling about her glory days and the destruction of her life. Finally without hesitation, she raised a sharp spear into the air and lowered it towards her body. Poor Tutora didn’t realize she made a big mistake. Swiftly like a fox, Blesthmi stabbed  Tutora in the ankle, shattering her bones.

“Agh!” Tutora would yelp, straining back as her spear fell out of her palm, “You, You pain in the neck! Take the punishment! Take what you deserve!”

Blesthmi looked worried, “You don’t understand, I-I can’t stop them I,” Thought Blesthmi was interrupted, Tutora taking the chance to try and slit her throat, being countered by the Dragon’s Sword, an ancient weapon that was used by dragon descendants before our time.

“You are the authority, you are their queen?! What do you mean you can’t stop them? It's your job, it’s your role, it’s your commitment as soon as you wore that filthy crown,” Tutora yelled, swiping forwards her spear, Blesthmi ducking under it.

The ruckus began to bring the attention of multiple royal residents in the castle, soon coming to the aid of Blesthmi as they kicked her door open.

In plain sight they saw no other than Tutora, her spear aimed at Blesthmi’s chest with pure malicious intent. One Taidaling, golden as the sunday sunsets stepped behind Tutora and swept her to the ground.

“Get out. Get out or we are at war with your leader,” He hissed.

“Like we weren’t already at war, you didn’t know? Of course you didn’t, you don’t even care to know. All you stupid squidfaces do is walk around and cause corrupt chaos that don’t deserve it. You are monsters, complete, absolute-”

Tutora’s voice stopped, her lungs gasping for air as a sharp blade retracted from chest. Lifelessly, she falls backwards into the bloody, white carpet.

The residents’ eyes slowly peered up, taking notice of a large, four-legged, two-winged lizard staring down with fear and regret. Her claws clenched the ground, aching to be set free but too attached to.

She opened her glimmering, pale white wings, pink sparkles slowly falling from her sides. Everyone stepped back, except for Goldenrod.

“Blesthmi….what….what happened…” Goldenrod asked, “We, do you know what you have caused?”

Blesthmi roared, her blue mouth curved in anger and disgust.

“What else could I do!? Stand around and DIE?” Blesthmi’s voice echoed.

It was an odd mix of fear, anger but somehow sadness, though Goldenrod knew she was truly in pain.

“No but- we could’ve done this in a much more peaceful way, I-”

“You don’t listen to me. No one does, so why would I listen to you. Put myself at your level and gaze at your plans that have caused trouble before. You don’t know anything, you never did,” Blesthmi roared, slamming her claws right in front of Golden.

Goldenrod stood in shock, looking around as he clenched a golden ruby. His tension rose, eyes staring with full, negative intent. Finally he spoke.

“Neither. Do. You. You never cared, either.” He replied.

He squeezed the ruby into pieces, dragon aura clamping shut as a golden easter dragon pounced at Blesthmi.

The two quarrel broke out of the castle, growling at each other as fire and ice raced along the forests. Evacuating, the Taidalings ran into a troop of Inklings, some captured, some lost and some killed.

Chaos broke out, no one knew what to do, except for Eider. Eider, the queen’s main servant, took the situation in her hands and directed the remaining Taidalings, keeping them situated. Even I was surprised at how quieter the area was after she stepped forwards.

“Before we go, has anyone seen Perces?” Eider asked softly.

Everyone stared at each other as if a three-headed bird just flew by, worry exchanging between each of their faces.

“It’s- It’s alright we, we just need to get out of here..move out…” Eider continued.

Large, filled bags swayed along the golden path as the Taidalings fled from their home, faces of both homesickness and fear as they disappeared into the vibrant green leaves, distancing from the large battle behind them.

Though they didn’t know that this was the greatest thing to happen to us, as generations passed, and the new civilization deeper into the forest, would grow and grow to be hidden, forever. Until.