Chasing The Storm; WoF Fan fiction

⛈️Prologue⛈️

One moon was at its peak in the night sky, the others were barely a sliver. Quickthought was not looking forward to tonight's events. One could say that she disliked dragonets, another could say that she hated the moons-blasted, little, monsters. Tonight her second one was hatching. She flinched at the thought of another little devil running around their house, her house.

Her dragonets' father had the total opposite of opinion. Quickthought had fallen for the handsome IceWing 5 years ago. Although she couldn't remember why now. Was it his calm sense of security? His intelligence? She just had no idea. But she knew one thing, she could manipulate him any way she wanted. She just had to take something he loved.

"It's hatching!" She heard Sleet yell from the the nest.

Quickthought flew to the nest with no clear enthusiasm. She landed at the hatching clearing soon after.

"She's beautiful!" Sleet exclaimed. "Quickthought, just look at her."

Lightning flew down, having heard the commotion from the treetops. She lunged at her new little sister and cradled her in her arms.

"I love her!"

"Well, if you love her so much," Quickthought growled. "You can name the little devil. Maybe if you raise her she'll be a little devil as well!" She added a touch of glee to her words.

Lightning looked at her with a hurt exppression, even though she'd heard Quickthought hiss similar things multiple times. She'll get over it by tomorrow, she always does. Quickthought turned and flew back towards their house. As she walked away she could here the gentle whispers of Lightning and Sleet talking about names for the new dragonet.

"Lets's call her Stormchaser," They finally decided.

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It had been two years since Stormchaser hatched, two long, painful years. Her bond with Lightning, who was now 6, had grown stronger than anything else. Sleet was growing more maniplatable, but not enough. Quickthought had a plan, a plan that could end her pain and suffering of at least one dragonet.

"Lightning!" She called with no kindness. "Sleet come with me, leave Stormchaser!"

They followed her obediently to the hunting clearing, their eyes filling with confusion. Quickthought landed with a thud.

"Mother," Lightning started, confidently, but nervousness filled her gaze when she met Quickthought's glare. "U-um, what are we doing? We've had dinner already."

"Yes, What are we doing, Quickthought?" Sleet growled, confused and angry all at once.

Now

Quickthought lept at Lightning with stunning accuracy. She swiped at her daughter's face and neck with sharp talons. Sleet tried to knock her off their daughter, but the puny IceWing was no match for the hefty NightWing. He was always weak, so was Lightning. With a final blow, she struck Lightning where her jaw met her neck, and it was over.

Sleet ran to Lightning's limp body and held her in his talons, his tears dripped on to her body. He looked up at Quickthought, his eyes pools of grief, fury and weakness.

"What have you done!" Sleet roared at his wife.

"I killed her, Moon eyes!" Quickthought growled in triumph.

Sleet jolted up, and flexed his talons, but then he relaxed them, and collasped, sobbing over their daughter's body.

"You have always been weak!" She growled at him. "Now- you are to always, always, obey me, won't you?" Quickthought bared her bloodstained teeth in his direction.

Sleet nodded submissively, he could never have the courage to attack his partner.

"Anything, as long as Stormchaser isn't hurt, anything! Just don't hurt her!" He pleaded.

Quickthought grinned, yessssssss, that's right submit to me you worthless worm! Everything would be perfect from now on.