Cover drawn by FoxmothPlaysWHI (aka me)
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All Wings of Fire content belongs to Tui T Sutherland, but the fanfiction is owned by me (@FoxmothPlaysWHI)
TW: Blood, violence, death, (will be added as I write this)
Fliper shipfic (Flame x Viper).
Intro[]
Have you ever wondered what terror Viper felt when she fell into the lava?
Or what happened before Starflight arrived on the island?
Or maybe even how it all started, how the alternates all got together?
Or perhaps what happened to their parents, what made them flee to the Talons of Peace?
This book is your guide to figuring out the answers to those questions.
So please, step inside a SandWing, that isn’t a hybrid, doesn’t have a million thoughts in a second, that doesn’t have anything special about her- but she finds something extraordinary. . .
Prologue[]
I leap and twirl through the flames being shot at me. I have to keep running. I have no other choice.
“STOP!” A SkyWing guard yells, pointing his spear at me. I ignore him and run straight at him, then dart to the side and run my tail through his chest. The guard screams and crumples to the floor. I keep dancing through the battle, dodging attacks and weaving through the fighting dragons. I stab the SkyWings and NightWings who try to attack me. I jump over the bodies of the slain.
This is what it takes to survive now.
Pyrrhia is chaos.
It isn’t safe anymore.
And I’m the one to blame.
Chapter 1[]
I have immense hate for Fatespeaker and Squid and Ochre and every single stupid dragon to ever live. It is as simple as that. I want stab them with my tail and slice off their heads and set their bodies on fire and do a million other gruesome things to them. Unfortunately, I never get the chance to. Nautilus is always watching Squid, Ochre is pretty strong, and Fatespeaker can’t be killed because she has the fastest reflexes you’ve ever seen.
The only dragon that almost understands the rage flowing under my mask is Flame. He’s angry too, but not with the same force as me. When we work together we can take on Ochre and make him pay, threaten Fatespeaker, and pick on Squid whenever Nautilus is busy.
Which was exactly what we are doing the day when the awful NightWing arrived.
I jerk my tail towards Squid, snarling at him. Flame shoots bursts of fire at Squid’s head. Flame suddenly grabs Squid’s wing and, seeing what Flame is doing, I reach out and nab his other wing. I leap into the air and pull. Squid screams wildly and thrashes.
“Careful, you’ll sprain your wings,” I taunt. Flame smiles menacingly at Squid, and the SeaWing dragonet squirms even more.
“DRAGONETS!” Nautilus yells. “STOP THAT!”
I ignore the leader of the Talons of Peace and keep tugging. With my SandWing hearing, I overhear Nautilus say, “Excuse me” (probably to some dumb other SeaWing, like Squid’s mom) and then wingbeats. I swing my head up enough to see Nautilus slam into me. I tumble onto the stony ground and stand up. I hear a wail behind me and whirl, raising my tail menacingly.
“Owww. . . You stepped on my foot!” moans Ochre.
“So?” I snap, but step off of his talon.
A shadow suddenly blots out the sun. I glance at the sky and see an enormous NightWing circling above us.
I groan. I swear, if this NightWing is like Fatespeaker, I will run my tail through my head. The NightWing dives slowly and lands heavily on the outcropping above the one we are on.
Nautilus flies up beside the strange NightWing, and Squid follows hurriedly. My mouth curls into a frown and I lash my tail. Why is this NightWing here? If he is here to take Fatespeaker back, that would be wonderful.
“Dragonets, this is Morrowseer. Morrowseer, these are the dragonets,” Nautilus says anxiously.
“Hmm,” Morrowseer looks each of us over. “The SandWing and the SkyWing are brainlessly violent, the MudWing is clearly more dim than usual, the SeaWing - seriously, Nautilus, what were you thinking by adding your pipsqueak son to the mix?!” Before Nautilus can reply, Morrowseer continues, “And the NightWing I sent you seems to be delusional.”
He stares pointedly at Fatespeaker, who is holding her head in her talons, saying, “I’m having a vision! It’s real this time, I promise!”
I growl at Morrowseer. I am not brainlessly violent. Perhaps I should kill everyone in the entire world, starting with him.
Morrowseer continues, “But they will do. I’ll take them and train them myself.”
Nautilus frowns. “All of them?”
“Yes, all. We can’t be sure yet who to keep and who to discard.”
“Discard?!” Nautilus squeals.
“Indeed, Nautilus,” Morrowseer smiles faintly. “As you always tell your Talons of Peace - If we want to win this war, we must make a few. . . Sacrifices.”
I stare at Morrowseer, curling my tail into a scorpion-like shape. Maybe I won’t kill him after all.
-+- time skip -+-
We have been flying for days, nonstop. Even Flame is starting to tire. Rest is impossible, because the ocean exists (and sucks) and gliding is hard due to the fierce winds that roam the sky. It is getting cloudier, though. Morrowseer even looks a teeny bit happy, so that has to mean that we’re getting close. Right?
“Halfway there,” Morrowseer grunts.
“What?!” Squid exclaims. “How? We’ve been flying for forever and only HALFWAY?!”
Honestly, I can’t help but agree with Squid. We haven’t landed for quite a while, and there aren’t any islands in sight.
“Yes,” Morrowseer narrows his eyes at Squid. “Now quit whining and get a move on!”
Fatespeaker’s lip trembles. “C-can’t we rest? I’m exhausted.”
Morrowseer doesn’t react well to this. He sticks his snout in Fatespeaker’s face and yells, “NO! START MOVING BEFORE I KILL YOU ALL, LAZY LAVA-SPITTERS!”
Lazy lava-spitter? Where did that come from? That one is not in my insult vocabulary, and trust me, mine is quite large.
Alas, we begin flying again.
-+- time skip -+-
Seven days have passed since we last saw an island. I am officially starving.
I detect an updraft and fly into it, finally allowing my wings to glide after flying so much. I sigh contently.
“Viper? Is that an updraft? Let me in!” Squid squeaks at me.
I frown at him. “No,” I say, then curl my tail threateningly.
Squid is stupid, but not stupid to ignore the message the simple movement sends; This is my updraft. Go away before I stab you through and through.
Unfortunately, Ochre is a extreme stupidiot.
“Lemme in, Viper!” whines Ochre, trying to shove me out of the way.
I growl, “I just said NO. LEAVE BEFORE VENOM AND BLOOD FALL INTO THE OCEAN.” After glancing at Fatespeaker, who is almost sneakily edging closer me and my updraft, I add, “THAT GOES FOR EVERYBODY.”
I swipe at Ochre’s neck, drawing a little bit of blood. He’s too tired to fight back and drifts away with a wistful look on his face.
Probably thinking about food, like always. I snort.
Flame comes up beside me. “Even I can’t come in?”
I shove him away. “Even you.”
“What if I draft off of you?” He asks, exhaustion shining in his eyes.
“Draft…? What’s that?”
Flame opens his mouth to reply, but shuts it and looks away guiltily. Is drafting a SkyWing secret? “Oh- Uh… It’s… Something SkyWings do. We slide into a V-formation, like geese and ducks, and one dragon takes the headwind, and the others fly behind him. When the headwind gets tired, another dragon takes his place. It helps us save energy.”
“Hm. Let me guess, Avalanche told you that?” I say.
Flame shook his head. “Actually, it was Orion. He used to be one of the most respected - and feared - generals in Pyrrhia. Then he lost his wing. . . And, well. . .”
I nod. I’d heard of Orion, a great tactical general. He led the Invasion of Nile, a huge battle between SkyWings and SandWings. Hundreds of thousands of dragons on both sides lost their lives, and SkyWings won, expanding their territory to cover what used to be the Kingdom of Sand. What used to be my kingdom. And even though it happened over 30 years ago, you couldn’t say “Nile” to a SkyWing or SandWing without them wincing - especially the few survivors. It’s why most dragons don’t name their dragonets Nile anymore.
Flame drifts behind me and says, “This is is drafting.”
“Oh,” I say, still confused.
I turn back to the sky in front of me, scanning the area for any sign of land. None.
“How come you don’t seem tired?” Flame asks suddenly.
I blink. “I don’t?”
“Yeah. I mean, you look tired, but you don’t seem tired, if you know what I mean.”
“Well, no, I don’t know what you mean.”
“Let me think of a better way to explain it. . .”
“Go ahead.”
While Flame begins thinking hard, I start humming a tune. Before long, I’m stinging softly under my breath.
“You’ll feel terror, rage, and surprise
“When I come for you….
“With my midnight black eyes…”
“Hey Viper, whatcha singin’?” Fatespeaker says suddenly.
I’m so startled by this that I almost fall out of the sky, but manage to get my wings under control before I tumble out of my updraft.
“I wasn’t singing,” I growl.
“Yes you were!” Fatespeaker argues. “It was like-like- um. . Like. . .”
She clears her throat and begins singing horribly out of tune and with no rhythm.
“MiDnIgHt BlAcK eYeS-“ she sings.
Well. I guess Fatespeaker is extremely tone-deaf.
“Shut up!” I yell.
Fatespeaker closes her jaws almost guiltily.
“I wasn’t singing, idiot, so shut your mouth,” I snarl.
“But-“
“Actually, I’m pretty sure you were singing too,” Flame says, interrupting Fatespeaker.
I jerk my head to Flame. “Oh, so now you care about Fatespeaker?”
“I don’t care about her, Viper,” Flame says quickly. “But let’s face it, you were singing.”
“NO I WASN’T!” I roar.
Fatespeaker and Flame share a look like I’ve gone insane. (Honestly though, I probably have.)
I narrow my eyes. “You know what, take the draft. I don’t care.”
I fly away swiftly, anger shooting through my muscles. Smoke billows away in the wind, and it takes and it takes me a moment to realize that it was coming from me.
Huh.
I’ve never done that. Not even when Ochre stole my mother’s gemstones I was borrowing and tossed them to sea. Sure, I’ve seen it happen, especially with mad angry dragons.
“Morning Father,” I say quietly as I pass him on the way to the entrance. I’m just about to fly out on my tiny year-old wings when I hear a roar.
“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” Father screeches at me.
“H-hunting?” I stutter.
“NO. STAY HERE. DRAGONESSES WERE NEVER ME HUNT!” He yells. “You aren’t ever leaving this cave. You hear me, young lady?!”
“Y-yes Fath-ther,” I mumble.
My face is suddenly jerked forward. I stare directly at Father, with his merciless black eyes and scars. “Louder, dragonet.”
I clear my throat. “Yes, Father.”
“Better,” He snarls and drops my head. He flies out of the cave and I watch him go, rubbing my jaws.
“Where’s you father, sweetie?” Mother comes up beside me.
“Hunting,” I mutter and walk away, back to my room.
I smile when I shut the door. Taking out my dragon figures box, I grab Roadrunner and Tern, my two favorites. I also get Falcon, Ray, and Dart and place all five on the floor.
I change my voice to a gruff one and pick up Tern. “You four! What are you doing on IceWing land?”
I pick up Falcon and change my voice to a high-pitched one. “We’re a searching for an ancient tribal relic. Legend has it it’s in the Ice Kingdom.”
“You can’t come any farther! You have no right to be here!” Tern growls.
Suddenly Falcon shoots forward and opens her jaws, releasing white-hot fire.
“AGHH!” Tern screams and falls from the sky, clawing at her neck. “HELP! GET IT OFF! MAKE IT STOP!” She wails.
Ray dives down, reaching for Tern’s flailing wings. Roadrunner follows soon after. Together they manage to lower Tern safely to the ground, and after they do so, they quickly step aside to avoid being hurt by the thrashing IceWing’s tail.
Dart and Falcon join Ray and Roadrunner, Dart grim and Falcon mildly regretful.
Roadrunner turns to Falcon, outraged. “Why in the seven tribes would you do that?!” She yells.
Falcon ducks her head, clearly ashamed. “I- I don’t know. I just kinda. . . I don’t know, fell into the moment?”
Roadrunner scowls and ducks low, raising her tail threateningly. “Well, maybe you sho-“
“VIPER!”
I straighten and turn to my cave entrance. “Yes, Father?”
He glares at me. “What are you doing with those figurines?”
“I was only admiring the SandWing and how we are superior to other tribes,” I say calmly, although my heart is pounding so loud it might explode.
Father relaxes his gaze on me. “Well, dinner’s ready.”
I nod. “I’ll put these away and come down after.”
Father flicks his tail, signaling his approval. He turns and leaves my room, stomping down the stairs.
I hurry and put Tern, Falcon, Dart, Ray, and Roadrunner back in the box. Then I rush downstairs to the main area, where Mother spends most of her time. I make it in time for Mother bring out a perfectly cooked and steaming pig. My mouth waters as she places the carcass in the middle of the area. I sit down, perfectly curled tail, wings back, talons close together.
Father stomps into the room and scowls at the roasted pig.
“I want raw!” He roars at Mother.
Mother frowns. “You said a few hours ago that you wanted roasted. Perfectly roasted, to be exact.”
“I changed my mind,” Father growls. He swipes the pig off its perch (over a pile of warm sand) and it tumbled the floor, gathering dust and mud as it went.
I clamp my mouth shut firmly before Father could see my disbelief. A wasted pig. It was perfect! Why would he do that?
I glanced at Mother, curious to see her reaction. Her mouth was hanging open and her eyes were wide in shock. I look away, suddenly ashamed that I never helped her. Then again, that wasn’t entirely my fault. Father some times took me out to teach me how to fight. For what reason, I’m not entirely sure.
Father is smoking- no, not with cigarettes, but the way dragons do. Smoke pours out of his ears and nostrils, and it seeps from his mouth. It might look funny when you picture it, but trust me. There’s nothing more terrifying than a dragon smoking.
Mother cringes away and drops her gaze to the floor, looking ashamed for not doing what Father wanted. I try to tell her with my eyes that she has nothing be ashamed of, it’s not her fault Father is a lying, moody, son of a snake. (That’s generous for me to use that level of language. You’re welcome.)
“Moccasin, clean up this mess,” Father waves his talons about. “Viper, come with me. It’s time for another lesson.”
I nod, trying to keep the excitement off my face. Fighting lessons are my favorite, even better than playing my figurines.
Father gets up and walks away. I glance back at poor Mother before following him.
I shake the daydream away, eyes blurry. . . With tears? I blink them back before they can slide down my face. Curse you, you moon-licker, I scold myself. You made a promise two years ago that you wouldn’t cry anymore! What happened to that, huh? And how in the world did you imagine a dream like that? AND HOW DID IT MAKE YOU CRY? I shake my head. You are an idiot who needs to stabbed and set on fire.
“Hey, Viper,” Flame glides over to me. I twist my head to glare at him, and he sees the faint smoke trailing out of my mouth.
“Do I look like I want to talk?” I snap.
Flame looks away, then narrows his eyes back at me. “Then just listen.”
Aha! I grin triumphantly in my head. There’s the real Flame, not the pretending-to-be-nice-and-change-my-ways Flame that’s been here all flight. Actually, for the last two months. Stupid Avalanche trying to convince him to be nicer.
“Listen, I’m-“ He sighs. “I’m sorry.”
I frown even harder. Anddd fake Flame is back again.
I pretend to not listen.
“You were though. You’re not as sneaky as you think you are.”
I flick my tail casually, turning my head to inspect the barb.
Flame gets the message and glides away, towards Morrowseer.
I snort. Little snobby stuck-up camel dung. He can get anything he wants by asking Morrowseer. He knows he’s the only one who matters. After thinking up of few more not-so-kind words to describe Flame, I settle in for a long flight.
Chapter 2[]
“Is that land?” Squid gasps.
I squint in the direction he’s pointing and nod. “I think so.”
“Finally!” Fatespeaker exclaims. “And I saw in my vision that we would find land today, didn’t I?”
Flame groans and yells, “Shut up!”
I can’t help but agree with him. Fatespeaker’s only going to get more insufferable after this.
“We’re here,” Morrowseer announces gruffly.
I have to hide my relief that I’m sure is written all over my face.
”Don’t show emotion in front your enemies. Make sure no one can tell what you’re really feeling. Mask your emotions, Viper!” The random words enter my thoughts and I frown, wondering where it came from. Nonetheless, it seems like good advice, so I obey it and curve my face into a scowl.
Morrowseer leads us closer and closer to the island. As we fly nearer, I start to smell smoke and sulfur. I wrinkle my nose in disgust. I’m not easily disgusted, but this smell is like rotten meat and smoke had a child.
I ignore the smell and focus in the island. It’s a volcano, which is unexpected. Smoke plumes from the top and lava runs down the sides. A fortress is built into the side of the mountain, shaped like a pyramid with spikes on the corners.
“Come,” Morrowseer growls, and begins flying towards a cave next to the fortress.
I roll my eyes. As if we have a choice.
We land and I close my wings, grateful to have solid ground under my talons.
Morrowseer turns and says, “Stay here. This is your cave, and you are not allowed to go romping about the fortress. Food will be brought to you. Do you understand?”
I nod, rather disgusted at the idea of staying with these sand snorters in cave all together. Even at the Talons of Peace camp, we were able to leave each other and wander around as we wished, as long as didn’t stray too far from whatever cave we slept in. Oh, did I mention that? We had to sleep all together. In one cave. I think it was supposed to make us “bond” and hare each other less, but if anything, it only made it worse.
Flame frowns at the Ochre, who was moaning on the ground.
“I wish I had some mud right now,” he groaned, flat on his back with his wings outstretched.
“Well, you don’t, so quit whining,” I snarl, stepping on his wing.
“Ow ow ow ow ow!” He bellows, rolling over.
I step back before I can fall, swinging my tail dangerously close to Ochre’s head.
I glance at Flame, who has climbed a giant stalactite.
Sighing, I yawn and retreat to the corner of the cave. I curl up, placing my tail over my sore wings instinctively.
I fall to sleep quickly and, four moons and fireballs, I wish I hadn’t.
I wander through the dark tunnels, using my firebreath to light the way.
I take a left turn and step on something sharp.
“Ow!” I hiss, shaking out my talon. I watch as black blood trails out of the wound, hitting the floor with a plink.
I shake my head and continue walking.
Soon I reach a dead end and growl in frustration, using my good talon to punch the wall in front of me. But instead of hitting solid stone, it goes though.
I stumble back in shock.
“What?” I yelp, not knowing who I’m talking to. “How??”
“Magic.” A voice answers, mist trailing out of the wall.
I freeze, growling, “Who’s there?”
“No one,” the voice says gleefully. “Just your imagination.”
I smile, majorly amused. “Uh huh.”
I sigh and run forward suddenly, going through the liquid wall. I’m still in darkness, but now there is a light. I grin, beginning to race towards it.
“OW!” I yell, bumping into a solid thing.
Fuming, I shoot the solid thing with my fire, trying to burn it away.
“That’s not going to work,” the voice says cheerfully. “Can’t go through until it’s unlocked!”
“UNLOCKED?” I screech. I stop breathing fire and groan, rubbing my face. “Why. Why is my life like this.”
“I don’t know. I’m part of you,” the voice responds, still using the cheery tone.
“Yeah, the part of me that knows things,” I snap.
The voice quiets.
After a few minutes, the world begins to lighten.
“Oh look! You’re waking up!” The voice exclaims.
I look around at the solid walls around me. They do seem to be getting lighter…
My head shoots up and I blink, eyes immediately adjusting to the dark cave. Fatespeaker is nowhere to be seen - probably exploring the fortress like she’s not supposed to be doing - and Squid and Ochre are curled on the opposite side of the cave from me, both deeply asleep. Flame’s red scales are in the corner of my eye and I shift my attention to him. He’s still on the stalactite, but he’s found some talonholds and is resting there, also asleep.
I stand up and sigh, heading to the large window-like opening that we flew into the cave through. I sit down and prop my head up on a talon, simply looking outside.
A glimmer of red on the beach catches my eye and I look at it, the gleaming ruby-like gem standing out against the black sand around.
I gaze at it for a moments before glancing around to make sure no one is watching. I leap out the cave and glide down to the gem. I study it, noticing a few things.
- It’s glowing a little bit.
- It shimmers like a ruby but I can tell it’s not, because rubies DON’T GLOW.
- It seems to kind of call to me…
I pick it up, trying to get an even closer look. But the second I touch it, I collapse, the gem grasped tightly in my talons.
Chapter 3[]
Being a SkyWing wasn’t easy, given that Queen Scarlet was the queen and made everyone watch prisoners fight to the death everyday, and it was ESPECIALLY not easy when you’re a SkyWing protecting your sister’s single egg from a horde of black goopy dragony creatures and it’s all you could do to keep them at bay.
Unfortunately, Falcon was doing exactly that.
Lunging forward, the ruby-red dragoness shot her fire at a slimy black talon reaching for her sister’s egg. The creature hissed in pain and backed away.
Falcon stepped towards the egg, watching the creatures carefully. They were still, and slowly they turned to the cave entrance. Falcon’s heart thumped against her chest and she gripped her gem for good luck.
Her gemstone was attached to a thin but strong black cord that looped around Falcon’s neck and had a holder for the ruby-like gem. The holder itself was fairly simple, just a small black half-diamond shape with spikes aiming downwards that held the gem in place. The gem was deep red and almost seemed to glow in the right light (specifically, really really dark caves). It had been in her family for generations, and it was the right of the youngest dragonet of the father to inherit it, so it was Falcon’s for right now. However, she didn’t plan on having dragonets, so it was probable that her sister’s youngest dragonet would inherit it when Falcon died.
The goopy creatures parted and stepped back, revealing a silver dragoness that had a slim SkyWing-like build, black curled horns, and a refined, pointed head. Her eyes were deep purple and she was positively gorgeous, and Falcon would have liked to befriend her if she didn’t appear to be the master of the black creatures.
Falcon narrowed her eyes and lashed her tail, stepping backwards towards the egg.
“The gemstone,” the silver dragoness breathed. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”
Falcon tightened her wings against her sides and growled.
The dragoness sighed. “I would like to have such a thing- it’s why I sent my Shadows after you.”
Falcon snorted. “You couldn’t have just asked?”
Chuckling, she tossed her head. “I can tell you wouldn’t have let me have it anyways… At least, not without your sister’s egg on the line.”
Falcon’s eyes widened and the ruby dragoness whirled, cursing herself for being so ignorant. A creature - the silver dragon had called them Shadows - was holding her sister’s egg in its talons.
Falcon roared, smoke beginning to flood the cave. “GIVE IT BACK!”
“Not until you give me the gem,” the dragoness replied.
Hissing, Falcon paused momentarily. Her sister would be mad if she lost the gem, but she would be positively furious if Falcon lost her precious egg.
The SkyWing closed her eyes and took off her necklace, holding it out to the silver dragon.
A clink of the gem’s holder made Falcon open her eyes. The gemstone was in the dragon’s talons, and the egg was being held out to Falcon.
Falcon took the egg gratefully and inspected it for chips or cracks. It seemed fine.
The dragoness lifted her head to yell at the Shadows and their leader, but they were gone. In their place was a deep red SkyWing, smoke drifting from her nostrils and ears.
Falcon hunched low. “Sister.”
Avalanche hissed, “What are you doing with my egg?”
“I- I heard a cracking sound, so I was trying to see if-“ Falcon began anxiously.
Her sister flicked her tail. “You are one the worst liars I’ve ever met. What really happened?”
Falcon averted her gaze from her sister’s face, returning her eyes to the egg. She stood up, carrying the egg close to her chest. The dragoness placed the egg back in the lonely nest before beginning.
“I was protecting it,” she started.
Avalanche raised an eyebrow before Falcon continued. “There were these black goopy creatures-“
“Wait, where’s your necklace??” Avalanche interrupted.
“I’m getting there,” Falcon snapped. She continued her story, all the way to the end. When she’d finished, her sister was furious.
“WHY WOULD YOU GIVE OUR FAMILY PENDANT TO A WEIRD DRAGON THAT CONTROLS WEIRD BLACK CREATURES???” Avalanche roared.
“I WAS PROTECTING YOUR EGG!” Falcon shot back.
Avalanche, blinded by rage, lunged forward, clawing her Falcon throat. The smaller SkyWing yelped and jumped over her sister, narrowly dodging the next attack.
“DO YOU KNOW THAT WAS?? IT WAS A ETHER CRYSTAL!” Avalanche screamed. “YOU’VE RUINED EVERYTHING!”
Falcon stopped short. “An… ether crystal…?” She was frozen with shock. “Oh-oh- oh no…”
Avalanche shrieked as she bowled forward, snapping Falcon out her trance. The two sisters collided- Falcon hadn’t been able to get of the way in time. Avalanche’s claws raked down Falcon’s neck, cutting so deep that Falcon couldn’t even scream. By the time they manage to untangle, Falcon was already breathing hard, blood gushing out of her neck.
She heard a cracking noise and stumbled towards it, knowing it was Avalanche’s egg.
Falcon collapsed, tears brimming in her eyes. I never even got the chance to dance in the Half-Moon festival in Possibility…
She knew she was dying, she could feel herself gasping for air, tears streaking down her face.
A small face peered at hers, flamelike markings under both of his eyes. Kinda like my eye wings, Falcon thought sluggishly.
The dragonet burbled something curiously, and Falcon smiled faintly. She could hear Avalanche’s cries of despair as she realized what she’d done to her sister.
Falcon closed her eyes, knowing it was for the last time.