Changing Time (A Wof Fanfiction)

Prologue

(BTW, the Wings of Fire series is originally by Tui. T. Sutherland, I have just added on my own little bit. If you haven't read them yet, go check em out! The pictures also don't belong to me, I'm not that good at drawing lol =3) 

Timeturner darted around a bend in the hallway, skidding along the cold floor.  His large starry wings were tucked in close beside him; he wouldn't want to whack anybody in the busy halls today. He held his black tail a little above the floor and it swayed from side to side as he ran on. The second bell had just rung; time to select the winglets and he was late! The founders of the school had decided that they should choose the new winglets in the Prey Center instead of publishing them onto scrolls and handing them to the pupils. So now it made things MUCH harder for him.

'Hey watch it!' Time skidded to a stop in front of a young female Sandwing. He stared at her as she glared back.

'What do you want?' She snarled. He blinked, opening his mouth to reply.

'Er, no. I was just-' At that moment the third bell rang. Oh moons, he was so late! 'Um- Bye!' He cried as he bolted around a corner. His black talons hurt from scraping on the solid rock floor but he continued his sprint to not be late. How come She wasn't following? Wasn't She late too? He could still picture her shining, almost white scales... Her wings held majestically at just the right angle. Her glimmering golden eyes watching him as though she could see right through him, in a good way. Five minutes passed like five hours and eventually he burst in through the doors to the Prey Center, panting like a dying hippo. Fifty dragons sat before him, their colours all mismatched and all over the place; a Mudwing here, a Skywing there, one or two hybrids at the back...

It felt like all the eyes where on him as he entered. He told himself they were definitely not staring at his drooping wings, his lopsided tail, the way he wasn't-

'Hello!' Timeturner jumped away from the voice as his thoughts were interrupted. A tiny Rainwing stood before him, her scales flashing all colours of the rainbow. He wanted to shield his eyes but decided not to; he couldn't be rude for his first impression.

'Hi?' He mumbled, shaking out his wings and sitting beside her. Up front, the Dragonets of Destiny were having an argument on who should do the speech so he took advantage of this to talk to the rainbow beside him. 

'How late am I?' He questioned, tucking his wings close to his back and sitting up straight even though he wanted to collapse to the floor, spread his aching wings and have a nap. Yes. That nap sounded very good. 

'Eh. Only a little, though I have a feeling that the winglets wont be chosen for a while yet.' The rainbow dragon replied, looking at the Destiny dragonets with raised eyebrows. 'Your a Nightwing, aren't you? I've never met a Nightwing before. Well, I have, just never a FUN Nightwing, ya know? Well, I hope your fun. Are you fun?' She questioned, her words racing out of her mouth like a stampede. 

'Oh.' Time processed her questions slowly before continuing. 'Actually, I am a Nightwing Sandwing hybrid and you wouldn't have seen me before because I live with my mother and father on the border of the desert. Near here actually. And I'm not sure if I am 'fun', I'm probably just that dragon that wishes he was but honestly... isn't.' He finished, wrinkling his snout. 

'Oh! So that's why you have that cool frill instead of spikes! Wait-' She jumped to her talons, maneuvered around the Skywing behind us and poked my tail.

'What?' I asked, turning my head to the side to watch her. 

'I just thought you'd have a tail barb.' She replied, studying my tail like it might sprout wings and fly.