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ARK: Survival Evolved & Ascended Companion

Wings of wyverns: The Wyvernet phrophecy (part 1)

𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨...

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙮𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚.

𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨...

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙮𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚.

𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙖𝙒𝙮𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙣 𝙚𝙜𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙚.

𝙒𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙜𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝

𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙠𝙮.

𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙝, 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙙

𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙜𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙮𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙣 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙.

𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙨,

𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙒𝙮𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙣 𝙚𝙜𝙜 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣.

𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙖𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙯𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣,

𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣

𝙞𝙛 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙧,

𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙮𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙨.

𝙁𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙚𝙜𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩,

𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙮𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.

𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙮𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜…

—Prologue—

A wyvern was trying to hide in the storm.

Lightning flickered across the dark clouds. Hvitur clutched his fragile cargo closer. If he could make it over the mountains, he’d be safe. He’d escaped the sky wyvern palace unseen. And the secret cave was so close…

But his theft had not been as sneaky as he thought, and eyes as black as obsidian were already tracking him from below. The enormous wyvern on the mountain ledge had pale gold scales that radiated heat like a desert horizon. Her black eyes narrowed, watching the gleam of silver wings far up in the clouds.

She flicked her tail, and behind her two more wyverns rose to the sky and dove into the heart of the storm. A piercing shriek echoed off the mountains as their talons seized the moon-pale ice wyvern. “Bind his mouth,” the waiting wyvern ordered as her soldiers dropped Hvitur on the slick, wet ledge in front of her. He was already inhaling, ready to attack.

“Quickly!”

One of the soldiers grabbed a chain from the pile of smoldering coals. He threw it around the ice wyvern’s snout, clamping his jaws together with a sizzling smell of burning scales. Hvitur let out a muffled scream. “Too late.” The sand wyvern’s forked tongue slithered in and out of her mouth. “You won’t be using your freezing-death breath on us, ice wyvern.”

“He was carrying this, Queen Burn.” Said one of the soldiers, handing her an wyvern egg.

Burn squinted at the egg through the downpour. “This is not an IceWyvern egg,” she hissed. “You stole this from the sky wyvern palace.”

The IceWyvern started back at her. Hissing steam circled his snout where the hot chains met cold silver scales.

“You thought you got away unnoticed, didn’t you?” Burn said. “My SkyWyvern ally is not a fool. Queen Scarlet knows everything that happens in her kingdom. Her lookouts reported an IceWyvern thief sneaking away, and I decided finding you might add some violence to my boring visit.”

Burn held the large egg up to the light of the fire and turned it slowly. Red and gold shimmered below the pale, smooth surface.

“Yes. This is a SkyWyvern egg, about to hatch. Burn mused. “Why would my sister send you to steal a SkyWyvern Wyvernet? Blaze hates any wyvern younger and prettier than she is.” She thought for a moment as rain drummed on the ledge around them. “Unless… the brightest night is tomorrow…”

Her tail flicked up like a scorpion’s, the poisonous barb inches from Hvitur’s eyes. “You’re not in blaze’s army, are you? You’re one of those insipid underground 𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀."

“The talons of peace?” Said one of the soldiers. “You mean they’re real?”

Burn snorted. “A few works crying over a little blood. Unwrap his chain. He won’t be able to freeze us until his scales cool down.” The enormous sand wyvern learned closer as her soldier pulled the chain away. “Tell me, ice wyvern, do you realy believe in that pompous old NightWyvern’s prophecy?”

“Havnt enough wyvern died for your war?” Snarled Hvitur, wincing at the pain in his jaws. “All of pyrrhia has suffered for the last twelve years. The prophecy says—“

“I don’t care. No prophecy decides what happens to me.” Burn interrupted. “I’m not letting a bunch of words or baby wyvern choose when I die or what I bow to. We can have peace when my sisters are dead and 𝙞 am queen of the SandWyverns.” Her venomous tail dipped closer to the silver wyvern.

Rain pattered down on Hvitur’s scales. He glared up at her. “The wyvern eyes are coming, whether you like it or not, and they’ll choose who the next SandWyvern queen should be.”