Cracked Crown

This is a Wings of Fire fanfiction by MorphoTheRainWing. It is about my OC Bixbite’s backstory. Please don’t edit without permission, even for grammar. If you notice a typo or grammar error, please point it out in the comments instead of editing the page. Also, please do not claim the story as your own, or steal any ideas or characters from it. Thank you.

I am currently not accepting other users’ OCs into the story, but may later. Since this story is a WIP, more will be added to it whenever I feel like it, and the story will probably undergo revisions and rewrites.

Prologue
Bixbite here.

Yes, Bixbite. Beautiful Pretty Princess Bixi. The Missing Princess Part 2. Bixbite the Black-Hearted. Bixbite the Broken.

I have many names I’ve been called by the world. And I hate almost every one of them. I don’t understand why I can’t just be called Bixbite or Bixi. I don’t understand why I can’t just blend in. Why do I always have to be the one who gets noticed and misunderstood? And that’s why I’m telling you this. I’m sick of being misunderstood as some sort of goddess or demon. I don’t want to be a princess or a queen or a devil or a villain. I want you to see that I was just a normal dragon, like that tryhard Goldfinch, or little Aurora, or any other dragon that you wouldn’t give a second look to when walking down the cobbled roads. I just happened to end up in the wrong place at the wrong time, and I made a lot of stupid decisions along the way.

But now, look where that got me. Now, I am a menace to the world. Now, I’m a villain. I wish I could turn back, but I can’t. I’m stuck like this forever. But now that I’m here, I can’t cry about it. I still don’t want anyone else to end up like I did, though, so consider this not only the truth about me, but a cautionary tale. The version of my story that you’ve probably heard is painted black-and-white, and watered down with flower nectar. Stories always paint me as either an innocent or a heartless monster. But neither of those things are true.

So, here is the truth, or what I remember of it, anyway. This is going to be long, so get comfortable.