As thunder boomed more deafening than any either Velklædd or Perun had heard before, Reign roared; fierce, ice blue eyes aflame, teeth gleaming, and nostrils flared.
"Now THAT is a brave face!" Velklædd shouted, jumping like a jellybean full of pride.
She fanned those silver wings towards the skrill and clapped.
Beads of light rained down and The Great and Powerful Perun instinctively shielded himself with a wing! The captain decided it was a good time to duck and cover and dove into the sea.
The Bullet-like drops ceased and the skrill looked up. He hissed.
She clapped her wings again.
This time he thwacked the little charges off and they bounced and sparked everywhere.
"It's going to take more than a party trick to bring me down!" He snarled, starting for her.
Reign bowed and closed her eyes in concentration. When she opened them, she threw back her head and fired an oxyhydrogen charge into the cloud then clapped with a strength that would have rivaled her father's.
Bullets of light shot not only from the Wardenrain but throughout the entire storm. The horrified skrill had no hope of escape, and roared as he was sent careening backwards into the ocean.
With a groan the cloud burst. On Chame, Salis, and East island, life-giving rain poured from the heavens for the first time in months.
"Haha!" A splash rang in the little storm dragon's ears.
"You made rain!" It splashed again. "You really are a Rainmaker!"
She glided towards the water.
The skrill surfaced, thrashing wildly and coughing. Reign hovered over, a cold look on her usually gentle face.
"Have mercy," He choked, eyes wide with fear. "I can't swim!"
A black and white head broke the surface. Reign glanced at it.
"Is that true Captain?" She asked suspiciously. "Or is it some sort of trick?"
"Oh no he's serious. No one can fake failing that well."
"Alright. We'll help you back to shore, but under two conditions."
"Anything!" He splashed.
"You are never, ever to hurt a chipperguin again- especially Captain Velklædd and his soldiers. And you will never return to Chame's Island."
The skrill agreed to Reigns terms. She took one of his wing claws while the captain took the other, and together, half in and half out of the water they dragged Perun to Salis Isle.
Upon arrival three little dragons rushed out to meet them, taking up battle stances at the sight of the skrill.
"He comes in peace... for now." Reign told them.
Peace... and utter humility. Velklædd teased him mercilessly the whole trip, and he emerged from the sea a much quieter, broodier sort of dragon.
"I- tried- to warn," Ensign gasped. He was winded and still wet from the long swim. "Waving at you- Perun- back." He collapsed in the sand.
"So we noticed, young Ensign." The captain rolled his eyes. "Dit dit dit! What do you think your doing?" He zipped out in front.
"What does it look like? Leaving the water to dry off." Perun growled.
"Not another step. You stay here where you can't use your electricity on us."
The skrill gestured his wings. "You know I could just fly, don't you?"
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OPERATION: RAINMAKER
FantasyHer sides burned, her lungs were on fire. Thunder crackled in the sky and perhaps if it wasn't day there might have been a flash to accompany it, but that's not what frightened her now. This story is inspired by the Wardenrain, a creation of talent...
