summary:
In an alternate timeline where darkstalker is never awoken, a powerful organization comes to rise and its very quickly gathering the attention of many, the owners? a human, and a dragon, both mysteriously named timmy with different last names…
The organizations goals are relatively unknown as of right now, many queens are preparing for war with them as they are rapidly increasing in numbers, and in technological advancement.
but before we get to the good shit, lets start small…
this all began one hot summer day, a skywing named Timmy claw was walking to his secret meeting spot, where he would see a special friend of his…
WARNING: EXPLICIT LANGUAGE AND DARK UNDERTONES AND OR SUBJECTS THAT MAY OFFEND READERS, DO NOT READ IF SENSITIVE
CHAPTER ONE: A TERRIBLY GOOD IDEA
“YO, MINI ME, WHERE YOU AT?”
“jesus wait you’re gonna get us caught”
“yeah i know, but i dont have time to wait for so long man.”
Timmy galleon would climb down from a cliff slide and say “so, apparently someone important of yours got killed or some shit?”
Timmy claw looked up at the sky “yeah, but nobody really liked her, she was like a huge bitch”
“well, why you so mad looking today?” timmy said finally making it down, pulling out an apple from his pocket
"god effing damnit mini me, you really should try living a life where war is literally been apart of your life since birth, I’m tired of this shit man, everyday its “war with these fuckers and war with those fuckers, like, cmon man can we just stop already?”
Timmy chuckled a bit and said with a mouth full of apple “I know you guys have war and all but like, yesterday i learned about dragon hybrids and i can’t stop thinking about some seriously weird shit that you guys would have to do in order for that to happen”
“what the actual fuck mini me…”
“sorry”
Timmy claw would stare blankly at a bush and say “you know, if i had more power somehow, i would really try to end the war, of course, protesting wouldn’t work since majority of people are bitches…”
timmy galleon made a sarcastic remark “then just get power man”
“wait, the more i think about it… mini me, i think youre onto something here…”
“what do you mean?”
Timmy grinned a bit and said “what if we somehow started like an organization with more people, and we could maybe try to do something with that?”
“like, terrorists?”
“no mini me, fuck off”
“well where would we get the people?”
“we would probably have to hire mercenaries or something, but, to be fair, mercenaries are quite costly”
“how about criminals and or rogues? we have a lot of those back in the village.”
“hmm, well, i would say thats a bad idea but, somethings telling me that this would actually go somewhere…”
Timmy galleon slowly got up and looked around “well, i dont know how loyal you guys are to your queens, but surely theres some exceptions, like you”
“yeah, you know, i have a feeling we’re on to something big mini me… something that might change the world one day…”
“its getting late dude, im heading back”
“yeah, i should go, guards gonna be on patrol soon, we’ll continue this tomorrow”