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It's finally here!! I hope you enjoy, I worked hard on this story :) (and I'm still working on it!)
CONTENT WARNING: The following story includes gore, violence, and one tribe of dragons being considered lazy, stupid, and "art." Reader discretion is advised.
Two dragons soared through the night sky. One red, and one gold, both carrying white eggs that shimmered pale shades of blue, purple, and green in the moonlight.
“Do you think they spotted us?” The red dragon asked cautiously. He seemed as if he didn’t even notice his armor.
“No, of course not! RainWings are lazy and stupid. They don’t even count their eggs. If they weren’t all sleeping, which is unlikely, they still didn’t see us. Would they really guard their hatchery if they don’t think anyone will come take their eggs?” The gold one replied bitterly, looking down at the egg she held with disgust, though she held it tight, so that it wouldn’t fall into the forest below and shatter.
No reply came, and the red one simply looked forward.
“Look, we’re almost there.” The gold dragon said, changing the topic. Before them, a great palace and arena perched on the mountains and cliffs, with tall spires standing along the edges of the arena, and a few, though not many, dragons standing on them, their wings chained to prevent them from leaving.
The red dragon nodded, before diving down, holding the egg even tighter. It shook, and a worried expression appeared on his face. Would the egg slip out of his talons?
He was soon followed by the golden one, and they flew just a bit further, before finally landing at the entrance to the palace. The egg that he held shook more, and scraping sounds came from inside. It was hatching, and it was hatching now.
He sighed, hoping that the queen wouldn’t be too upset by her egg already hatching when it was given. He tucked it beside him, and continued walking, before arriving at the throne. A dragon was there, a tall, dark red dragon with plenty of jewelry on, and her expression shifted into a smile as she saw him bow.
“I have the egg,” the lighter red dragon said softly, before placing it down. Slowly, he got up, staring at the egg. Cracks were appearing, and soon, a pale green snout poked through the eggshell.
“Good.” The queen hissed, peering into the egg, though she didn’t touch it. Slowly, the dragonet inside escaped, a pale green, with red wings, and a tail that turned darker near the tip. Almost-white, but still green, stripes covered the dragonet’s tail.
The guard who had held the egg stayed perfectly still.
“This RainWing will be known as Poison Oak.” The queen announced, but she didn’t offer her reason for the name. Streaks of blue appeared on the hatchling’s scales, but he was quickly snatched and put next to the much larger dragon. He still attempted to see what was happening, looking up, curiosity clear in his green eyes.
The guard slowly turned, and followed the gold one away to a room in the palace, which was small, but with a huge window on one side. A copper-orange dragonet, only looking to be one year old, was sitting in a bed next to the window, looking out to the kingdom. She didn’t seem to notice the guards, and silently, the gold dragon placed down the egg. She immediately left, leaving the red one. He briefly contemplated reminding the dragonet to sleep, but he didn’t, and simply left with the gold dragon.
Poison Oak grumbled, shifting his colors to a dull grayish-red shade. If Queen Hestia wouldn’t let him choose a color he liked, he might as well express his emotions.
Even if those emotions get me the same reaction from that… That…
He couldn’t even think of a word to describe Queen Hestia. She never cursed, and always acted all regal and like she was better than everyone there. What a smoke-breather.
He shifted position, trying not to get his stomach taken out by fake tree branches.
Oh yeah. The tree.
He never fit in there. He used to, when he was a younger dragonet, but then he grew, and now the marble branches poked his sides.
They did a good job of containing him, yes. He was always worried that if he slithered out, he’d be impaled. Even though the branches weren’t even that sharp…
Poison Oak turned his attention to the arena battle that Queen Hestia was watching. He grimaced as he watched one of the two prisoners, an IceWing, rake the side of the other, a MudWing, with their spiked tail. The MudWing screamed, falling to the ground, and SkyWing guards hurried from the arena perch to take them both away. The IceWing was placed back up on their tower, while the MudWing was taken someplace else. Probably to a healer, if any of these guards had half a brain.
“Too dark, and dull.” Hestia called, looking over at Poison Oak. “Change to a deep sea green.”
He was about to do that, then he had an idea.
What if he showed her what she deserved by changing to bright orange?
That would be perfect. So that’s exactly what he did, and it wasn’t just a streak of orange. No, he made sure to be orange, from the scales around the horn on his nose, down to the tip of his tail, and everything in-between was the same color. The only parts of him that weren’t that bright, red-yellow color, were his claws and horns, because those couldn’t be changed to the color he wanted.
Of course, Queen Hestia threw a fit. Instead of waiting for him to change to sea green — not that he was going to anyway — she screeched out the second she processed that he had disobeyed her. “Guards! Take that RainWing away!”
It shouldn’t have surprised Poison Oak that she would do this, but it did nonetheless, and he found himself scrabbling helplessly against two guards dragging him up to a tower. He was dropped, but before he could soar away, they grabbed him again, binding his wings and chaining him.
Great. Now he was stuck here until the end of time. How wonderful.
Thanks so much, Hestia. He thought, tail twitching. From here, the arena was a bit foggy and hard to see. Hopefully, he would be put down there soon, and he’d win.
But then, the SkyWing guards thought he was lazy, useless, and just a piece of art. So they probably wouldn’t let him win.
Right? Who would let a pretty painting or a sculpture kill real dragons?
Princess Olympus blinked, staring at the bloodstained arena sand. There wasn’t much blue; the IceWing hadn’t been wounded much. Most of it was MudWing blood. Blood that carried the earth, strong sibling bonds, and physical strength. She had paid attention to her social studies classes, so she knew a decent amount of details about the tribes.
“Did you see that?” Passion Flower whispered beside her. The blue-and-yellow RainWing was crouched down, her claws digging into the arena perch’s stone floor. Her icy blue eyes darted from side to side, as if she was worried about something. Streaks of teal appeared quickly on her face, though she seemed to be… ignoring them. If she was aware of the colors, she didn’t show it.
“See what? The battle?” Olympus tilted her head, confused.
“No, no, the, um, the RainWing. Poison Ivy, I think his name was? Your mother’s art. He turned orange when she said green, and she made the— the guards take him away. Why did she do that?” Passion replied, more of the teal color appearing, scale-by-scale, in a way that made her look as if she was shining with worry.
Olympus shrugged. “It’s a crime to upset the queen, I guess. I don’t really know why the other RainWing would change color, but maybe there’s like, some sort of orange between light green and sea green? I don’t know, I’m not a RainWing.” She hadn’t been allowed to study RainWings, as they were apparently lazy, stupid fruit eaters. Which didn’t make any sense; Passion Flower was nothing like that. She was smart, and sweet, and yes, she liked fruit better than meat, but only because she sometimes got sick from eating deer or chicken, which were Olympus’ favorite foods. Even if the meat was fully cooked.
“Well… there isn’t, but I can kinda see why you would think that.” Passion murmured, her scales fading to a relieved yellow.
“Anyways, want to go to that cliff? I can’t remember its name, if it even has one, but the one where we hang out when there’s not an arena fight or something that we have to attend?” Olympus smiled. She liked Passion; she was her only real friend, mainly because she felt awkward talking to dragons of her own tribe who weren’t royalty. She didn’t want them to have to act like she was a goddess or anything, or that they should always be bowing to her, or something dumb like that. She just wanted to be treated like a normal dragon…
“Sure.” Passion smiled back, her ears and wings turning lavender and pink. That meant she was happy.
“Let’s go.” Olympus nodded, standing up and spreading her wings.
She took off, waiting for Passion Flower to lift into the air, before flying off, towards the cliff, with the beautiful RainWing by her side.
CONTENT WARNING: The following story includes gore, violence, and one tribe of dragons being considered lazy, stupid, and "art." Reader discretion is advised.
Prologue
Two dragons soared through the night sky. One red, and one gold, both carrying white eggs that shimmered pale shades of blue, purple, and green in the moonlight.
“Do you think they spotted us?” The red dragon asked cautiously. He seemed as if he didn’t even notice his armor.
“No, of course not! RainWings are lazy and stupid. They don’t even count their eggs. If they weren’t all sleeping, which is unlikely, they still didn’t see us. Would they really guard their hatchery if they don’t think anyone will come take their eggs?” The gold one replied bitterly, looking down at the egg she held with disgust, though she held it tight, so that it wouldn’t fall into the forest below and shatter.
No reply came, and the red one simply looked forward.
“Look, we’re almost there.” The gold dragon said, changing the topic. Before them, a great palace and arena perched on the mountains and cliffs, with tall spires standing along the edges of the arena, and a few, though not many, dragons standing on them, their wings chained to prevent them from leaving.
The red dragon nodded, before diving down, holding the egg even tighter. It shook, and a worried expression appeared on his face. Would the egg slip out of his talons?
He was soon followed by the golden one, and they flew just a bit further, before finally landing at the entrance to the palace. The egg that he held shook more, and scraping sounds came from inside. It was hatching, and it was hatching now.
He sighed, hoping that the queen wouldn’t be too upset by her egg already hatching when it was given. He tucked it beside him, and continued walking, before arriving at the throne. A dragon was there, a tall, dark red dragon with plenty of jewelry on, and her expression shifted into a smile as she saw him bow.
“I have the egg,” the lighter red dragon said softly, before placing it down. Slowly, he got up, staring at the egg. Cracks were appearing, and soon, a pale green snout poked through the eggshell.
“Good.” The queen hissed, peering into the egg, though she didn’t touch it. Slowly, the dragonet inside escaped, a pale green, with red wings, and a tail that turned darker near the tip. Almost-white, but still green, stripes covered the dragonet’s tail.
The guard who had held the egg stayed perfectly still.
“This RainWing will be known as Poison Oak.” The queen announced, but she didn’t offer her reason for the name. Streaks of blue appeared on the hatchling’s scales, but he was quickly snatched and put next to the much larger dragon. He still attempted to see what was happening, looking up, curiosity clear in his green eyes.
The guard slowly turned, and followed the gold one away to a room in the palace, which was small, but with a huge window on one side. A copper-orange dragonet, only looking to be one year old, was sitting in a bed next to the window, looking out to the kingdom. She didn’t seem to notice the guards, and silently, the gold dragon placed down the egg. She immediately left, leaving the red one. He briefly contemplated reminding the dragonet to sleep, but he didn’t, and simply left with the gold dragon.
Chapter One
Poison Oak grumbled, shifting his colors to a dull grayish-red shade. If Queen Hestia wouldn’t let him choose a color he liked, he might as well express his emotions.
Even if those emotions get me the same reaction from that… That…
He couldn’t even think of a word to describe Queen Hestia. She never cursed, and always acted all regal and like she was better than everyone there. What a smoke-breather.
He shifted position, trying not to get his stomach taken out by fake tree branches.
Oh yeah. The tree.
He never fit in there. He used to, when he was a younger dragonet, but then he grew, and now the marble branches poked his sides.
They did a good job of containing him, yes. He was always worried that if he slithered out, he’d be impaled. Even though the branches weren’t even that sharp…
Poison Oak turned his attention to the arena battle that Queen Hestia was watching. He grimaced as he watched one of the two prisoners, an IceWing, rake the side of the other, a MudWing, with their spiked tail. The MudWing screamed, falling to the ground, and SkyWing guards hurried from the arena perch to take them both away. The IceWing was placed back up on their tower, while the MudWing was taken someplace else. Probably to a healer, if any of these guards had half a brain.
“Too dark, and dull.” Hestia called, looking over at Poison Oak. “Change to a deep sea green.”
He was about to do that, then he had an idea.
What if he showed her what she deserved by changing to bright orange?
That would be perfect. So that’s exactly what he did, and it wasn’t just a streak of orange. No, he made sure to be orange, from the scales around the horn on his nose, down to the tip of his tail, and everything in-between was the same color. The only parts of him that weren’t that bright, red-yellow color, were his claws and horns, because those couldn’t be changed to the color he wanted.
Of course, Queen Hestia threw a fit. Instead of waiting for him to change to sea green — not that he was going to anyway — she screeched out the second she processed that he had disobeyed her. “Guards! Take that RainWing away!”
It shouldn’t have surprised Poison Oak that she would do this, but it did nonetheless, and he found himself scrabbling helplessly against two guards dragging him up to a tower. He was dropped, but before he could soar away, they grabbed him again, binding his wings and chaining him.
Great. Now he was stuck here until the end of time. How wonderful.
Thanks so much, Hestia. He thought, tail twitching. From here, the arena was a bit foggy and hard to see. Hopefully, he would be put down there soon, and he’d win.
But then, the SkyWing guards thought he was lazy, useless, and just a piece of art. So they probably wouldn’t let him win.
Right? Who would let a pretty painting or a sculpture kill real dragons?
Chapter Two
Princess Olympus blinked, staring at the bloodstained arena sand. There wasn’t much blue; the IceWing hadn’t been wounded much. Most of it was MudWing blood. Blood that carried the earth, strong sibling bonds, and physical strength. She had paid attention to her social studies classes, so she knew a decent amount of details about the tribes.
“Did you see that?” Passion Flower whispered beside her. The blue-and-yellow RainWing was crouched down, her claws digging into the arena perch’s stone floor. Her icy blue eyes darted from side to side, as if she was worried about something. Streaks of teal appeared quickly on her face, though she seemed to be… ignoring them. If she was aware of the colors, she didn’t show it.
“See what? The battle?” Olympus tilted her head, confused.
“No, no, the, um, the RainWing. Poison Ivy, I think his name was? Your mother’s art. He turned orange when she said green, and she made the— the guards take him away. Why did she do that?” Passion replied, more of the teal color appearing, scale-by-scale, in a way that made her look as if she was shining with worry.
Olympus shrugged. “It’s a crime to upset the queen, I guess. I don’t really know why the other RainWing would change color, but maybe there’s like, some sort of orange between light green and sea green? I don’t know, I’m not a RainWing.” She hadn’t been allowed to study RainWings, as they were apparently lazy, stupid fruit eaters. Which didn’t make any sense; Passion Flower was nothing like that. She was smart, and sweet, and yes, she liked fruit better than meat, but only because she sometimes got sick from eating deer or chicken, which were Olympus’ favorite foods. Even if the meat was fully cooked.
“Well… there isn’t, but I can kinda see why you would think that.” Passion murmured, her scales fading to a relieved yellow.
“Anyways, want to go to that cliff? I can’t remember its name, if it even has one, but the one where we hang out when there’s not an arena fight or something that we have to attend?” Olympus smiled. She liked Passion; she was her only real friend, mainly because she felt awkward talking to dragons of her own tribe who weren’t royalty. She didn’t want them to have to act like she was a goddess or anything, or that they should always be bowing to her, or something dumb like that. She just wanted to be treated like a normal dragon…
“Sure.” Passion smiled back, her ears and wings turning lavender and pink. That meant she was happy.
“Let’s go.” Olympus nodded, standing up and spreading her wings.
She took off, waiting for Passion Flower to lift into the air, before flying off, towards the cliff, with the beautiful RainWing by her side.
| Credit | Tui T. Sutherland (the author of the original Wings of Fire books) |
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Me who's not 13: *Reads the whole series in less the a month*
I'm still waiting for the fifth book, after at least a year.