Prologue[]
If it had been Stonemover’s choice, he wouldn’t have been an animus.
Sure, he couldn’t really go back in time and tell his parents not to hatch an animus dragonet. But he could just be a regular NightWing, spreading secrets and hunting for his tribe. And Thorn liked me without my powers. Even an enemy SandWing, (though not to him) thought that powers might make his life more complicated. And she’s right, he thought gloomily.
“Three moons, Stonemover,” Smokeseer said out of nowhere, making him jump. Smokeseer gave him a skeptical look. “Stop pacing! It makes me want to roast your ears, and nothing’s going to attack you out of the blue. You’re an animus dragon, for moon’s sake!”
Stonemover cringed. Not like I wanted to be one anyway, he thought rebelliously.
“Anyway,” Smokeseer went on. “Greatness says she wants a word with you.”
He gulped. Whenever Princess Greatness “wanted a word with him” she meant a word with the queen, who was absolutely terrifying if you asked him.
When he got past the labyrinth of NightWing palace walls and rooms, he somehow ended up in the queen’s room, taking the tunnel Morrowseer told him about.
Greatness and Queen Battlewinner, who was still horrifying and dripping with molten lava, were waiting inside.
As soon as he got inside the sweltering cave, the queen spoke. “Stonemover,” she rumbled, her voice sounding like a volcano about to erupt.
“Y-yes?” He replied, as loud as he could manage. Inwardly he felt a little ashamed. I sound like a one-year old dragonet with nightmares.
The queen snorted, as if acknowledging this. “We have another task for you, as our animus dragon.”
Dread crept into his scales making him shiver despite the lava warming the room as Greatness held up a rainbow-colored egg to him.
Stonemover couldn’t suppress a gasp. “Is that a RainWing egg?” he whispered, not daring to breathe.
He knew they were trying to take hold of the rainforest, but he never expected to be stooping so low to steal a dragon egg.
But Battlewinner chuckled, as if there was nothing wrong with what she’d done. “I want you to make the dragon inside an animus dragon.”
His eyes widened as the queen went on. “It will grow up with the NightWings, and spy for us in the rainforest as one of their own. It will take over the rainforest with a single spell.”
Surprising himself by becoming confused, he asked, “Why not just make me do it?”
Battlewinner sighed unexpectedly, choked mid-sigh with ash. “Unfortunately, I do believe in the rumors of the consequences of animus magic, and I can’t have an all-powerful homicidal animus running around killing our tribe members.” Her voice hardened. “Which is why this will be the last spell you ever cast, by order of your queen.”
Greatness slipped the egg into his shaking talons and looked at the ground, as though she knew this was wrong but couldn’t afford to disobey her queen and mother.
The queen laughed, making his heart jump. “Do it already. If you need to word it properly, let me assist you. Repeat after me.”
Stonemover shook himself and repeated his queen, trying to ignore Thorn’s joking voice in his head, and the millions of voices telling him that this was wrong. “I enchant this egg to hatch an animus dragon. Hatch with talons of power.”
Battlewinner had told him to stay with the egg at all times.
Even when he went to hunt (which was rather embarrassing). Little did the other NightWings know, he wasn’t hunting.
As he emerged into the humid air of the rainforest, a feeling of being watched crept over him. Panicked, he spun around to find a green-blue SeaWing staring at him in a mixture of fear and shock.
Stand firm, he told himself, pushing away fear. We have an alliance with Blister, and she has an alliance with the SeaWings.
“What are you doing here?” Stonemover asked the terrified SeaWing, swallowing his own fear.
The SeaWing shifted, as if he was feeling guilty, then took a deep, shuddering breath, and said, “My name is Webs, and I’m part of the Talons of Peace, and I’m looking for a replacement for the SkyWing egg for the prophecy,” His voice cracked in rage as he went on. “Burn destroyed it along with its carrier.”
Stonemover felt resolve run through him. He knew what to do, although he wasn't sure why. “Take it,” he blurted, thrusting the egg into Webs’ talons.
Webs stared at him, shocked. “Go,” he said desperately. “I think it’s due to hatch on the brightest night. Hurry,” he added as Webs hesitated.
Webs hesitated once more, then brushed his wing as if to say “thank you,” and disappeared into the sky.
Stonemover let out a sigh of relief, which was immediately swamped by the enormity of what he had just done. The fate of the war rests on you, little RainWing.
Chapter One[]
Part one: Accident Animus
According to Kestrel, Glory was a mistake. An accident. A stupid, weak excuse for a dragon.
But, there was nothing that said she wasn’t, either. No one telling her, “you’re okay,” or “you’re doing fine.”
Although, the other dragonets actually did, sometimes, but they were barely older than new-hatched dragonets, not that she was any different.
So when Glory realized she was an animus, any dragon might have thought it was one of the most joyful and powerful moments of her life. Finally, something that makes me special!
Well, unfortunately, she wasn’t that stupid, even if she was a three-year-old dragonet. Glory knew the guardians already disliked her, and animus magic would probably just make them power-hungry and manipulative, if they weren’t already. Her friends might not be any different, either. Clay could be trusted, and he was sweet. But he could also be overly concerned about her powers, and make her stop using her powers. Starflight would do the exact same thing about it too, no questions asked. Tsunami would be on edge for the rest of her life, waiting for Glory to snap and go insane. Sunny was the worst of all, because she would do all of those things combined, and plus bonus, tell the guardians immediately.
So it was just bad luck that she was the first to know.
Kestrel stalked into her cave, smoke curling out of flaring burnt-copper-colored nostrils.
Not again, she cringed inwardly, and instinctively tried to stamp the pale green out of her scales.
Kestrel and Dune, (but mostly Kestrel) usually had bad moods. But when bad news from the war messengers that came in short periods, telling of burned cities, and innocent dragons suffering for a war that had nothing to do with them, they were a bit more than grumpy. And when they were angry, they just had to remember, “Hey, we have a RainWing we can set on fire!” and their fury was satisfied.
Tail lashing, Kestrel swiped at her, drawing blood from her hind leg.
After a few more violent attacks, Glory had stopped fighting back. There was no point, and she was just going to hurt herself more.
Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to close her eyes, ignoring the stream of blood and the pain that came with it as Kestrel slashed at her more, floods of different colors flowing through Glory’s scales.
Then a furious, familiar voice howled, “Leave her alone!” and suddenly the clawing was gone.
Glory cracked open her eyes to see an unfair fight; Kestrel rounding on Sunny, her golden scales gleaming in the dim torchlight.
“You can’t just hurt her like that!” Sunny said, her voice shaking as if she were about to cry. She sounded genuinely angry, which didn’t happen often. It was very mushy and Sunny-like to save her from Kestrel, but Glory always healed from her claw-marks in a few weeks, so maybe it wasn’t a good idea.
Kestrel arched her neck and made her fire-breathing hiss. Pale green fear flashed through her wings and Glory was suddenly she was in front of Sunny, blocking the incoming fire and shrieking “Leave us alone and go away!”
As if it was a command, Kestrel stopped dead, and so did the hissing. She turned around without a word and left the cave.
Her leg throbbed with pain and felt as if Dune had stabbed it with his poison-barb tail. As she collapsed to the stone floor, Sunny looked over her, her gray-green eyes flashing with concern.
“I can’t believe she did that!” She cried, her voice breaking.
I can, Glory thought bitterly, putting on her most wry expression.
Suddenly Sunny’s whole expression changed from fear and worry to wary curiosity.
“How did you make her leave, just like that?” She snapped her talons, her gaze seeming to sharpen.
“I don’t-” Glory started, ready to make a barbed reply, when Sunny interrupted her.
“Wait, stay right here, I’ll be right back!” Sunny exclaimed, suddenly excited.
Glory stayed, mostly because it hurt too much to move, but a tiny bit because she wanted to see what the golden dragonet was up to.
When Sunny arrived, she had a piece of fabric she had conjured from somewhere.
“Tell it to wrap around your leg wound,” Sunny squeaked, breathing hard as if she’d been sprinting around the caves.
Glory gave her an exasperated look, but since Sunny pretty much just saved her scales, she submitted and said, “Fabric, get over here and wrap around my leg wound.”
Her jaw dropped as, like magic, it floated to Glory’s leg and wrapped carefully around her leg, tying it with just the right amount of pressure.
“Glory!” Sunny exclaimed, beaming like someone had just promised her a reward for good behavior. “You’re an animus!”
Glory knew she should have felt some kind of excitement. Maybe joy, or happiness, like her life’s purpose being fulfilled. But for some unknown reason, Glory felt a creeping dread, as if things were only about to get worse.
Chapter Two[]
For the next few years, Sunny had attempted and succeeded to persuade Glory not to use her powers. It was annoying and irritating, but if it might stop her from going insane, maybe it was worth listening to. MAYBE.
Together they’d stopped Kestrel and Dune from attacking Glory, featuring escape tactics that were frustrating to master until Sunny was certain she could evade any attacks from their grumpy SkyWing teacher, while Dune wasn’t too fast on three legs, as well as a scarred wing, and was easy to elude.
Glory started to notice Sunny being a little… Well, not Sunny-like, since she saw Kestrel attack her. Glory didn’t think that she’d ever seen one of the guardians attack her friends, and it made her a little more… subdued than usual.
A mushy, sympathetic part of Glory wanted to reverse that, but she had literally no idea how to do that, and she wasn’t really good at being the mushy, sympathetic one anyway.
So she focused on getting through the years filling the gap between new-hatched dragonets and heroic prophetic saviors. Eventually Kestrel and Dune stopped picking on her, and things got better. Sunny seemed to be more cheerful now that the fight was behind them, and Glory could forget about the pressure and power of being an animus. Everything was fine, apart from being treated like bugs to be squashed by the guardians. At least, until Morrowseer paid a trip to their cave.
“What would Morrowseer want with Glory?” Tsunami growled.
Clay had just spied on the guardians to find unsettling news: that Morrowseer wanted to take Glory, and give them a proper fifth dragonet; a SkyWing. Tsunami would have gone with him, but the guardians chained her to a post, and Glory had a creeping sense of dread that it was so she wouldn’t be able to protect her.
Because they’re going to kill me. A painful realization dawned on Glory without her predicting it. They’re going to kill me, heave my corpse into Morrowseer’s talons, and bring my friends a replacement. She pushed away the hurt that pierced her in the heart like deadly cave stalagmites and flexed her colorful claws. They don’t know how powerful I am. This “stupid RainWing” could kill you with a single thought, Kestrel.
But the thought of killing Kestrel -killing anyone- with her magic made her feel strangely queasy, despite her anger.
“It’s obvious,” Glory answered Tsunami, a mixture of indignance, fear and fury bubbling inside her. I can’t imagine what color my scales are turning right now. “They want to kill me and give you a SkyWing, and I can’t say I can argue.” She continued as Tsunami took a sharp breath.
“The prophecy calls for a SkyWing, not a lazy, stupid RainWing.”
Tsunami looked enraged, but before she could make a scalding retort, Clay stepped on her foot.
“We don’t want another grumpy Kestrel, we want you,” he said in his sweet, mushy we’re-all-friends-so-why-fight voice. “You’re better than any SkyWing.”
“Well, we have to figure out some way to save Glory, or else she’s dead,” Starflight said, interrupting Clay’s whole-hearted speech. Internally, Glory sighed with relief. A bit more of that and she would be a ridiculous neon pink, and her talons had already turned rose-gold.
“It was supposed to be me,” Tsunami said, uncharacteristically quiet. Her eyes flitted towards the river.
The river…
Tsunami spent more time in the river than anyone else. Glory couldn’t understand how any sane dragon would like their scales wet so long. But none of the other dragonets knew where the river went, and by the way Tsunami was looking at it, it probably led outside their prison.
“Don’t you dare die!” Sunny whispered fiercely into Clay’s ears, who was already half submerged. I can’t believe he’s doing this. Glory had already said her soppy farewell. She didn’t want to watch this. She felt like hiding in the deepest cave in the mountain for the rest of her life.
MudWings could hold their breath for about an hour, based on the scrolls they were given. But Clay was only six, and maybe only full-grown MudWings could hold their breath that long.
Glory let her scales blend into the purple-brown-gray of the walls and crept into her cave as Clay fully submerged into the water and swam into the current.
A single spell won’t hurt. Besides, it might save Clay’s life, she thought, and strange bubbles of excitement rose in her chest. Glory picked up a small handful of pebbles in the corner of her cave, and felt her talons tingle, as if they were preparing for a wonderfully magical spell. I enchant these pebbles to-
A small talon stamped down on her tail, making her yelp. Furious, she spun around to find an anxious Sunny stepping off Glory’s now strawberry-red tail.
“Don’t do it,” Sunny whispered.
“How do I not do it?” Glory hissed back.
“Maybe believe in him?” Sunny said sarcastically. Sarcasm? Sunny? Doesn't mix. Glory thought wryly.
“Just trust him,” Sunny said softly, rounding her green-gray eyes, “and trust me.”
"...Fine," Glory said. Colors of disappointment, sadness, and dread flowed through her scales, despite her efforts. But, turning power-hungry was the last thing she wanted.
Sunny twined her tail around Glory's and her SandWing warmth enfolded her. It made her miss the sun. The only times she'd ever gotten sunshine was through the sky hole, which was really annoyingly small, so she could only stick her head out. But at least she knew what it felt like.
But she'd never feel it again if a certain sweet MudWing didn't make it.
I just hope Clay can do this alone.
Chapter Three[]
When Clay came back unharmed, Glory was relieved. He really did do it. Despite having a little help from Tsunami, (Sunny and Starflight breathed fire on her chains at the same time), he probably could have made it back on his own. Without any magic, Sunny had very annoyingly reminded her several times.
Clay’s idea, a smoke signal coming through the Sky Hole, was probably pretty helpful too. Everything worked out. Suddenly Glory felt a fierce determination zap through her like a lightning strike. They’d found a way out of their prison. We can do anything.
But, unfortunately for them, fate seemed to have quite a few challenges for the wonderful Dragonets of Destiny.
A strikingly beautiful SkyWing walked into their cave, her gold ruby embedded chestplate puffed out in triumph, and a swarm of guards and soldiers behind her. Glory recognized her immediately. She fit the exact description of the many scrolls warning of the dangerous queen, scales gleaming dazzling shades of orange, glittering like polished gemstones even in a cramped cave. “Well hello again,” Queen Scarlet said pleasantly, a tone that didn’t quite match the rage in her eyes.
“You followed us?” Clay gasped. Glory jerked her head towards him, confused and shocked. You’ve met her already??? She wanted to shriek at him. In scrolls, Queen Scarlet’s rule had always been quite the topic. She was one of the most ruthless, dangerous queens in Pyrrhian history.
“Some-dragon left such a helpful smoke signal for us. How thoughtful!” Queen Scarlet snarled.
The tense conversation faded into the back of her head, becoming a background noise. All Glory could hear were her untidy thoughts crowding in her head. On one side: Use your magic. Use your magic. She’s dangerous. You can fix it. You can fix everything. She’s going to hurt your friends. She’s going to hurt you.
But on the other: But she’s a Queen. That could change the entire flow of SkyWing life. And Burn is allied with the SkyWings as well. It could change the whole war.
But on her back talon: But would it be a bad change? What if it ended the war?
ARGHHHHHHH… Glory groaned inwardly and narrowly avoided slapping her face with her talon in front of a queen, and stamped the down orange and green clouding her scales. I just want to use my magic already!
Since she’d fought the urge to protect Clay with her magic, she’d felt more of a pull towards her animus powers. There were just so many things to enchant! She was pretty sure a few spells wouldn’t turn her homicidal, despite what Sunny had been saying lately.
Dune’s voice brought her back to the present. “What’s going on in-” He stopped as he saw the SkyWing Queen and his eyes bulged with fear. “Scarlet!” he cried. “Webs, Kestrel!” Dune called to the caves, panicked.
In one lightning fast move that Glory never saw coming, Dune zipped over to Scarlet and gripped her neck in sharp talons. But in matching, maybe even speedier agility, she made a strange flipping movement, and soon she was clutching his neck with both talons in a perfect position to snap it, Glory realized with horror.
“You can’t take them,” Dune croaked out desperately. “They’re the Dragonets of Destiny-” he broke off with a choking cry, as Scarlet frowned dismissively and twisted his neck painfully at a strange angle, and a snapping sound broke the terrified silence as he went limp, dark eyes clouded with death.
" But what if it's my destiny to play with them?" Scarlet whined, kicking his body aside.
“DUNE!” Sunny shrieked, the first one to react. Tears slipped down her snout, small waterfalls of grief forming in her eyes.
As Kestrel and Webs entered the cave, their words flowed past her, lost in an abyss of shock.
He gave up his life for us. He seemed to hate us, yet he died for us. He's dead. The same thoughts repeatedly swam in her head, making her dizzy with shock and a strange grief.
Suddenly a SkyWing soldier launched herself onto Tsunami, and chaos sprang out in all directions.
“Webs, run! Tell the talons!” Kestrel shouted, and Webs didn’t hesitate. He slammed into the water, casting a spray of glittering droplets over the fighting dragons. Coward.
“Should we go after him?” one of the SkyWing guards asked hesitantly.
“A SeaWing in a river? He’s gone, idiot. Let’s fly,” she replied carelessly, tossing her head.
A flash of red scales moved in her peripheral vision, and Glory felt a thumping pain on her head that vibrated through her skull, making her feel woozy. She felt herself falling and hit the ground painfully, unable to move. She groaned in pain, and she felt a forceful kick on her leg.
“Stupid RainWing,” a SkyWing jeered, flicking her nose with his talon.
Glory felt another, sharper pain on her head that sank into her bones and made her feel like a lumpy, moldy strawberry. The cave seemed to fade into black, little rainbow shapes dancing in the edges of her vision.
Her last thought was, What's going to happen now? Then another kick hit her and she barely felt it, everything evaporating into a thin mist.
Chapter Four - Part Two - Chaos Arena[]
Glory woke up on a strange white tree with flimsy chains on her wings. Don’t need strong chains for the lazy, stupid RainWing, she thought wryly.
Suddenly the sun came from behind a cloud and she felt a heavenly warmth bathing her scales, which were turning an unusual mix of bright pink and lemonade-yellow (yes, she knew what lemonade was, from a food scroll Webs brought for Clay. As if he needed more information about his meals, anyway.)
Irritated with herself, even with the sun shining brightly, Glory dimmed her scales to a dark purple-blue, splotches of orange arranging themselves on her wings.
Wait, the sun… Glory looked up to find herself sprawled out on her tree, right next to an arena with sands stained with ruby-red.
I read about this, she remembered with horror. I’m in Queen Scarlet’s Arena.
Nothing happened, for a long time. At first, Glory was expecting something to happen. Maybe for guards to start poking her violently with spears, or to see bloodshed in Scarlet’s Arena.
But literally nothing happened until the sun was directly above the arena. Glory was boredly dozing in the warm sun with nothing to do but worry about her friends, when the sun suddenly disappeared. Startled, Glory looked up to find a million SkyWings pouring into the sky, swooping down into the arena to watch.
Queen Scarlet stepped onto a balcony in front of the arena, the now sun shining cheerfully, despite the deep, dark dread making mini tsunamis in her stomach.
“Welcome to today’s thrill!” Queen Scarlet announced, her voice seeming to reach even the edges of the arena. Earsplitting cheering came from her audience, each guest loudly shouting their excitement.
Wait. Where are my friends???
As calmly and quietly as she could, Glory scanned the prisoner pillars. Even though Queen Scarlet probably wouldn’t react if she saw Glory wildly swinging her head to find her friends, she didn’t want to take that chance.
There. Golden-umber scales to the side, black scales to the other, blue in the middle (although there were several Tsunami-like shapes, that shape looked most like her.)
Where’s Sunny? Then suddenly a terrifying realization struck her.
Burn. Of course, as the chosen ones to end the war, there were a lot of scrolls on all of the princesses. Most of Burn’s scrolls were tales of smashing skulls with her bare claws and her ruthlessness in battle. But only one gave Glory nightmares. Her “Weirdling Tower” the author had called it. The name sounded ridiculous, but what was inside wasn’t. Burn killed and stuffed different dragons. Beautiful dragons. Odd dragons. Strange dragons.
Sunny was probably in a separate prison, waiting for Burn to take her to her tower.
A flash of sapphire eyes gleaming in the sun caught Glory’s attention. A strange looking fiery copper SkyWing flew up to Clay with what looked like a burnt, smoldering piece of bloody meat, leaving a trail of flame behind her that made Glory suck in a sharp breath.
What is she? Who is she? Glory wondered, tensing as the Clay-like shape wearily lifted his head. The copper SkyWing plopped the bloody piece of meat in front of Clay. He seemed to recoil, and she saw a green, lumpy liquid fall off of his pillar. Yyyyuck. Gross, Clay.
Clay and the SkyWing seemed to be talking, and for a surprisingly long time, too. That’s Clay, Glory thought wryly. Making friends with total strangers like the soppy ball of mushiness he is.
A deafening roar caught everyone’s attention and the copper SkyWing abruptly turned away from Clay and flew into the palace.
A patch of sunlight that was a little too warm and eyeball-scorching was cast onto her scales, and Glory felt the eyes of several prisoners and several million SkyWings turn to look at her.
As Glory narrowly avoided shielding her eyes, Queen Scarlet puffed out her chest and crowed, “Well? What do you think of my new Art?”
Art! Glory hissed under her breath. You’ll see what this beautiful “art” can do to you soon enough. Sunny’s words of caution rang in her ears and little scarlet-orange clouds appeared on her wings, unintentionally making the audience “Oooooooooooh.”
She realized there was a large SandWing on the arena sands, trembling slightly. A dark, red SkyWing hovered above the arena. “Today, we have Horizon of the SandWings, who, unwisely, fought for Blaze’s army before he was invited to our arena!” He announced, making the audience roar with excitement.
“And in this match he’ll be facing the Queen’s Champion, Peril of the SkyWings!” The weird copper dragon Glory had seen talking to Clay emerged from a door at the arena wall.
So that’s Peril. There’s something weird about that SkyWing. Even though Horizon was bigger than her, he seemed to shrink away from her, fear in his eyes. Why is he afraid of her?
“Claws up, fire ready…. Fight!” The SkyWing announcer shouted, making the crowd cheer wildly.
At once, Horizon turned and ran to the edges of the arena, as far away as he could get from Peril, while she strode towards him, looking unworried. Suddenly, Peril dashed forward and raked Horizon’s arm with her claws. Glory watched in shock as his arm caught on fire, boiling blood bubbling out of the wound. Does she have fire in her claws or something? This had never been in any of the SkyWing scrolls Glory had read.
Peril wasn’t finished yet. She spun around and caught his tail barb in her talons and let it catch flame. Horizon let out a howl of pain and jerked his tail out of Peril’s grasp, trying to put the fire out. Horizon locked gazes with Peril for what seemed like an eternity, then leaped onto her and buried his face in her neck. Peril seemed to freeze as their scales collided. Horizon let out a horrible, high-pitched screeching noise.
Glory closed her eyes and desperately tried to block out the noise. She didn’t want to see this if she didn’t have to.
The screaming noise stopped.
One by one, Glory cracked open her eyes to find Peril uneasily standing over a charred mess of burnt scales and sizzling meat. The smell made Glory gag, but Scarlet seemed completely unbothered by it, and if anything, looked slightly bored.
“Well, that was disappointing,” Scarlet said, sounding exasperated. “I hope tomorrow someone will actually try to amuse me.”
Glory stared at her, shocked at her dismissive manner. As the SkyWings disappeared from the arena and dusk fell, she felt dread grasp her like cold claws, digging into her scales. Queen Scarlet’s words rang in her ears. “I hope tomorrow someone will actually try to amuse me…”
Nausea swept over her as gruesome images crossed her mind.
...What if one of my friends is next?
Glory was too disturbed to sleep that night. Whenever she closed her eyes, all she saw was the burning remains of Horizon. She shivered, and her claws suddenly curled inward. Maybe I could have saved him. She was sure her magic could kill, but… Could I really kill a dragon? Her thoughts flew back to the fight. Peril was only a little bigger than Glory, and smaller than Clay. She might even be the same age as me. Why was she killing dragons like that then? Surely she didn’t actually like killing? Maybe Peril had grown up under Scarlet’s influence. That would explain a lot, Glory thought wryly. A thought suddenly struck Glory like lightning. Is she Scarlet’s daughter? Maybe that’s why-
A flash of scales in the moonlight and the sound of wingbeats snapped Glory out of her thoughts as a dragon flew up to Clay’s pillar. The dragon let out a plume of flame and she recognized the copper scales of Peril.
For a few terrifying moments Glory thought Peril might be trying to kill Clay, until she heard echoes of familiar voices and quiet laughter. They’re talking??
Glory sighed and pressed her talon to her face, exasperated. Trust Clay to make friends with the fiery-nightmare-killing-machine. He’s the only dragon I know that can be friendly with a psychopath.
After a few moments, Peril flew back to the SkyWing castle, and heard Clay’s unbelievably loud snoring.
I guess that’s the end of that. Glory thought, closing her eyes wearily. I wonder what they were talking about?
Chapter Five Coming soon...