How To Steal a Champion's Pride

An Unexpected Turn

Columbus the Skywing looked at the sky, the moon shining from behind a tree.
Setting his odd contraption in a white circle, he adjusted the hanging stone and ring on it.
The strange contraption had a metal circle on the top of it, with a small and thin pole connecting the circle from the rest of the machine. A brass semicircle connected the pole to a metal frame of a cube, and hanging from the middle of the middle of the frame was a small stone, for balance.
"I see you've followed my directions," said another Skywing, flying over a roof, one of the many roofs and tarps in the Scorpion Den. "Are you sure this is a good Idea?" Columbus replied, changing the topic. "Yes, Yes, Just follow my directions very carefully. Down to a modicum."
Columbus nodded eagerly. Ever since the 10 year old dragon took a job as a messenger, he hadn't ever been disappointing from the adventure that his new boss was giving him.
Columbus took the letters from the Skywing and examined the names on them. They listed all of the dragons in Scorpion den, down to the ones that arrived this morning. The oddly behaving Seawing, to the Icewing that nearly killed several dragons when they decided to try and steal from her. 
The messenger chuckled, and he took off into the night sky, where the Seawing and Mudwing were fighting.


I also must tell you that this event happened 10 minutes after the last chapter ended, and the upcoming chapter is going to be taking place 9 minutes before Columbus and the stranger's business. Chronological order is very important when telling a story. Or at least clarifying when the events happen, in my opinion.

The leather bands didn't seem like much when you first looked at them, Surge thought, but when they were in the hands of the right wearer, (Surge flexed his wrapped talons dangerously),
they could hold an enemy down, or cause internal bleeding. With no real weapons at his disposal, Surge discovered that punching, or hitting a larger enemy was much more efficient and less brutal than using claws. he also discovered that in wrapping leather bands around his talons made his punches more dangerous, his hits landing harder, and his holds harder to break.

Just as Surge was finished tightening his bands, a dark figure arrived at his doorstep and threw something at him. It hit Surge in the face, and landed on the ground. "Hey!" He yelled, 'What was that for?!" He raced outside as he heard more shouts, as the mysterious figure hit several other dragons, one a Icewing, who caught the projectile, and was thoroughly examining it.

"HELLO SCORPION DEN," a vast and loud voice boomed, "I HAVE COME TO INFORM YOU OF THE SCALE TOURNEY," The figure who seemed to be making the noise was flying alongside the dragon who was hurtling projectiles at the dragons. Moat and his Mudwing siblings had landed right below the loud announcement. Surge stared wickedly at Moat, and one of his siblings returned his look with an almost equally malicious glare. "WE ARE HOSTING A BIG COMPETITION IN THE SCORPION DEN," the flying figure roared, "AND THOSE WHO PARTICIPATE IN IT GET A HUUUUGE REWARD!" The emphasis on "Huge," made surge cringe. What kind of huge, how huge, and what huge, were Surge's current questions. "ADMISSION TO WATCH THE FIGHTING TOURNAMENT IS JUDGED UPON ENTRANCE, SO BRING A WEAPON AS PAYMENT." The dragon paused thoughtfully, instead of yelling, and a large inhale was heard from the rather loud dragon, "AND COMPETING DRAGONS GET TO WATCH FREE." 
The yelling dragon flew off fast into the night sky, and the flying messenger yelled one last sentence, "DETAILS ON THE LETTER I THREW AT YOU SORRY-ABOUT-THAT." 
Columbus flew off to his master in the night sky, and the Icewing who was done reading the letter, pulled something shiny out of the letter and threw the letter into the dust.


For the rest of the night, all the dragons of the Scorpion Den were reading the letters in pure silence, having forgotten about the fight that was supposed to happen. Even Moat and his siblings were deep into the letter, each picking something shiny out of the letter and throwing it away, had forgotton about revenge. All except Surge.


As he read the letter, in his mind, a new way to defeat Moat and claim superiority was weaving itself a path, and nothing was going to stop him. At least, nothing personal.