Chasing The Storm; WoF Fan fiction

⛈️Chapter 2⛈️

As quick as a bolt of lightning Stormchaser shot through the forest to where her father lay. He was slumped on a patch of ferns, breathing heavily. She reached an arm out to feel her father's temperature. He was cold, not the normal Icewing cold, an alarmingly fierce cold.

"Father, Father," She gently shook his body as if it was a normal morning and she was just trying to get him out of bed. "Father, Sleet- come on, we've got to get home."

Sleet let out a long wheeze. Don't come over here, you don't need  to see this! she heard in his mind.

"Father, FATHER!"

Suddenly, Sleet's chest stopped rising up and down, his eyes went blank, his scales went even colder and his thoughts faded away. Stormchaser placed her claws under his chin, feeling for a pulse. He didn't have one.

Stormchaser collapsed on the ground with grief. What will Mother think? Stormchaser's chest tightened when she realized that her mother wouldn't care, she would just dispose of his body in some disrespectful way. She slumped to the ground, her tears bounced off of Sleet's lifeless body. I can't lose him, not after losing Lightning! She tried to pick up her father's body and tried to fly him home. Although the IceWing was small, he was still to big for Stormchaser.

The bushes rustled behind her. What's that! She looked around, trying to catch a glimpse at anything that could be around the area. She couldn't see anyone, she couldn't hear anyone's mind either

"Who's there!" She tried to sound menacing, the way her mother yelled whenever Stormchaser tried to spy on her.

The leaves rustled again, she spun around. A sleek dragonet padded out carefully. It was too dark to notice any small details. The strange dragon looked like a NightWing, she stood tall and proud, her horns were straight and her wings had silver scales scattered on them. But she looked to pale to be a NightWing, more like a lilac colour and if Stormchaser squinted, she could see a small ruff behind her ears. NightWing-RainWing hybrid, maybe?

"Who are you?" The Dragonet questioned, confidently. "And what are you doing this far into the rainforest?"