Starcrossed

Chapter 6: Dragons of Shadows

Morrowseer's POV:

TheNightWings had been working hard on their new home with blood and sweat. They had cleared out a large area (the best they could) in front of the tunnel to the Kingdom of Sand, and built a small yet growing settlement mostly out of wood. They had built a huge compartment known as the Hatchery in the middle of the village, surrounded by four NightWings ready to kill for the protection of their eggs.

There was an endless supply of food in the rainforest, and dragons seemed content. NightWings were currently all too busy gathering fruits, getting more wood, smiling, chatting, settling in their dragonets, and making houses to recall that most of the RainWings and Dragonets of Destiny were still out there, undefeated, scarred, pissed off, and seething for revenge.

Morrowseer didn't care about them at all. They weren't a threat. His tribe had shot them down and they would do it again. Next time, they would even have Blister and some SandWings.

Morrowseer was a loyal NightWing, and to him, the tribe always came first. He knew he would make his tribe great again, but to achieve that — he needed Moonwatcher. With her powers, she could help.

Except, well, the part where she and her brother ran away with his worst enemy at that moment: the RainWings, Queen Glory, and the DoD, nowhere to be found. He had sent spies and scouts all over the continent, but they never came back. But when one did, however, she had dragged back a dismembered body of a NightWing, looking utterly shaken, saying that they found them in the woods with "WE WILL BE BACK AND YOU WILL BE NEXT" painted in the NightWing's blood on a nearby rock or tree.

That was...disturbing.

But they all got over it, until it happened again: "YOU UNDERESTIMATE US — BIG MISTAKE" "YOU MESSED WITH THE WRONG DRAGONS" "GIVE BACK WHAT IS OURS" "WE ARE WAITING AND WE WILL STRIKE SOON" "EVERYONE YOU CARE ABOUT WILL DIE" "FEEL OUR PAIN".

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Morrowseer paced in his small "house", if you can call a big pile of wood stacked together a house, scowling.

He needed Moonwatcher and Starseeker back, where they belonged. They obviously had to be fixed, and he would see to that.

His frown deepened as an idea hit him.

A stupid idea, he corrected, but didn't have any other kind of plan, so he stepped outside, grabbed a nearby NightWing and hissed, "Get me Deathbringer." The NightWing took of in search with some "yes, sir"s.

Morrowseer already regretted this, but what choice did he have? Stomp around Pyrrhia with a whole tribe in search of a bunch of RainWings, the Dragonets of Destiny, and two NightWings? Bizarre.

And then, Quickstrike was gone, so left her idiot son, Deathbringer. Though he was stupid and moony-eyed, Morrowseer couldn't deny his assassin skills, which out ruled other NightWings'.

It was unfortunate Deathbringer killed Slaughter and Vengeance was dead.

Soon enough, Deathbringer came prancing up to Morrowseer, looking obnoxiously pleased about something. Deathbringer grinned. "Greatest assassin of all time, at your service. You called out and I came running?"

"Shut up, Deathbringer, I didn't intend for things to come this way, but desperate times calls for desperate calls and all that nonsense," Morrowseer snapped. "I want to make this quick and clear: search the whole continent, find the DoD and two NightWings. Kill the DoD and take the NightWings. Clear?"

"Crystal," he replied. "But, uh. NightWings?"

Morrowseer let out a growl. "Starseeker and Moonwatcher, eight and four, the ones that aren't blind or jumpy and dreaming of rainbows and sparkles. Now stop pestering me and go do your job. I'll be happy to get you out of my face."

"How uplifting!" Deathbringer called cheerfully as he jumped into the air, and started to fly.