Open up your eyes

Chapter 4

I could smell the salty air. I could feel the breeze on my scales. I could hear the distant cry of seagulls. I could taste the mango I had earlier. I could see the horizon and the rising sun.

Everything seemed so staged, so fake, but at the same time, it felt too real. I thought about what the real dragonets of destiny would be saying and thinking about me right now.

I'd imagine it like this:

"I guess I'm upset about Glory leaving, but she's not dead, at least." Sunny says.

"She was lazy and incompetent." Starflight pitches in. "I am glad she's gone, but sad that she's not dead." He says, glumly.

"Who's Glory again? Also I'm really hungry." Clay perks up.

Guilty Tsunami looks at every one of them, individually. " You know, I just don't understand why Glory had to be here. I wish that we had a SkyWing, just like the prophecy said." Tsunami had a stone cold face, and heart. Even though I know it was my imagination, i still hate them. They never included me in anything, they never talked to me, never ate with me, never read scrolls with me, never even knowingly slept in the same room as me. I always had to camouflage myself, late at night, and sneak in. Then after a few hours, sneak back out and sleep in the studying cave.

I never even learned to read. And that is why I hated scrolls and history. I also hated history because it was boring.

I tried to like them, tried to care about them, but what have they ever done for me? I don't have anything to prove to anyone. I don't need friends. Or anyone for that matter. I could live life on my own.

I look over at sleeping Alligator and smile to myself.

I guess one friend isn't so bad, right?

"Rise and shine, my stars!" Scarlet yelled. I was about to plan a royal assassination with the most feared SkyWing queen ever. I smiled and got to work.