Wings of Fire (The Dragonet Prophecy)

Prologue

A dragon was trying to hide in the storm.
  Lightning flickered across the dark clouds. Hvitur clutched his fragile cargo closer. If he could make it over the mountains, he'd be safe. He'd escaped the sky dragons' palace unseen. And the secret cave was so close. . . .
   But his theft had not been as stealthy as he thought, and eyes as black as obsidian were already tracking him from below.
   The enormous dragon on the mountain ledge had pale gold scales that radiated heat like a desert horizon. Her black eyes narrowed, watching a gleam of silver wings far up in the clouds.
   She flicked her tail, and behind her two more dragons rose to the sky and dove into the heart of the storm. A piercing shriek echoed off the mountains as their talons seized the moon-pale drangon.
   "Bind his mouth," the waiting dragon ordered as her soldiers dropped Hvitur on the slick, wet ledge in front of her. He was already inhaling ready to attack. "Quickly!"
   One of her soldiers grabbed a chain from the pile of smoldering coals. He threw it around the dragon's snout, clamping his jaws together with a sizzling smell of burning scales. Hvitur let out a muffled scream.
   "Too late." The sand dragon's forked tongue slithered in and out of her mouth. "You won't be using your freezing-death breath on us, ice dragon."
   "He was carrying this, Queen Burn," said one of the soldiers, handing her a dragon egg.
   Burn squinted at the egg through the downpour. "This is not an IceWing egg," she hissed. "You stole this from the SkyWing palace."
   The IceWing stared back at her. Hissing steam circled his snout where the hot chains met cold silver scales.
   "You thought you got away unnoticed ,didn't you?" Burn said. "My SkyWing ally is not a fool. Queen Scarlet knows everything that happens in her kingdom. Her lookouts reported an IceWing thief sneaking away, and I decided finding you might add some violence to my boring visit."
   Burn held the large egg up to the light of the fire and turned it slowly. Red and gold shimmered below
the pale, smooth surface
   "Yes. This is a SkyWing egg about to hatch, Burn
mused."Why would my sister send you to steal a SkyWing dragonet? Blaze hates any dragon jounger
and prettier than she is" She thought for a moment as rain drummed on the ledge around them. Unless the brightest night is tomorrow. . . . "
   Her tail flicked up like a scorpion's, the poisonous barb inches from Hvitur's eyes. "You're not in Blaze's army, are you? You're one of those insipid underground peacemongers."
   "The Talons of Peace?" said one of the soldiers. "You meab they're real?"
   Burn snorted. "A few worms crying over a little blood. Unwrap his chains. He won't be able to freeze us until his scales cool down." The enormous sand dragon leaned closer as her soldier pulled the chain away. "Tell me, ice dragon, do you really believe in that pompous old NightWing's prophecy?"
   "Haven't enough dragons died for your war?" snarled, Hvitur, wincing at the pain in his jaws. "All Pyrrhia has suffered for the last twelve years. The prophecy says-"
   "I don't care. No prophecy decides what happens to me," Burn interrupted. "I'm not letting a bunch of words or baby dragons choose when I die or what I bow to. We can have peace when my sisters are dead and I am queen of the SandWings." Her venomous tail dipped closer to the silver dragon.
   Rain pattered on Hvitur's scales. He glared up at her" The dragonets are coming, whether you like it or not, and they'll choose who the next SandWing queen should be."
  " Really? " Burn stepped back and turned the egg slowly between her talons. Her forked tongue slipped in and out of her smile." So, IceWing. Is this egg a part of your pathetic prophecy?"
   Hvitur went still.
   Burn tapped lightly on the eggshell with one long talon. "Hello?" she called. "Is there a dragonet destiny in there? Ready to come out and end this big bad war?"
   "Leave it alone," Hvitur choked out.
   "Tell me" Burn said, "what becomes of your precious prophecy if one of the five dragonets is never hatched at all?"
   "You wouldn't," he said. "No one would harm a dragon egg" His blue eyes were fixed desperately on her talons.
   "No 'wings of sky' to help save the world," Burn said. "What a sad, sad story." She began tossing the egg from one front claw to the other. "I guess that means you should be very careful with this terribly important little - oops!"
   With an exaggerated lunge, Burn pretended the wet egg was slipping through her talons. and then
she let it fall over the side of the cliff into the rocky darkness below.
   "No!" Hvitur shrieked. He threw off the two soldiers and flung himself toward the edge. Burn slammed her massive claws down on his neck.
   "So much for destiny" she smirked. "So much for your tragic little movement."
   "You're a monster," the IceWing gasped, writhing under her talons. His voice cracked with despair. We'll never give up. The dragonets - the dragonets will cone and stop this war."
   Burn leaned down to hiss into his ear. "Even if they do - it'll be far too late for you." Her claws ripped through the silver dragon's wings, shredding them as Hvitur shrieked in agony. With a swift movement, she stabbed her poisonous tail through his skull and flung the long, silver body over the edge of the cliff.
   The ice dragon's screams cut off long before the echoes of his corpse slamming into the rocks below.
   The SandWing turned her black eyes to her soldiers.
"Perfect," she said. "That should be the last we hear about that stupid prophecy." She held out her talons so
the rain could wash away the glistening dragon blood. "Let's go find something else to kil."
   The three dragons spread their wings and lifted off into the dark clouds.
   Some time later, far below, a large dragon the color of rust crawled over the rocks to the broken body of the ice dragon. She nudged his tail aside and lifted a shard of eggshell from underneath it, then slipped back
into the labyrinth of caves under the cliffs.
   Stone walls brushed against her wings. She breathed out a plume of flame to light her way along the dark
passage, deep into the mountain.
   "I stand with the Talons of Peace," hissed a voice in the shadows. "Kestrel? Is that you?
"We await the wings of fire" answered the red dragon. A blue-green SeaWing emerged from a side cave, and she tossed the eggshell at his feet. "Not that it'll do us much good now," she snarled. "Hvitur is dead."
   The SeaWing stared at the eggshell. "But - the SkyWing egg -"
   "Broken" she said. "Gone, It's over, Webs."

   "It can't be," he said. "Tomorrow is  the brightest night. The three moons will all be full for the first time in a century. The dragonets of the prophecy have hatch tomorrow."
   "Well, one of them is already dead," Kestrel said. Rage flickered in her eyes. "I knew I should have stolen the SkyWing egg myself. I know the Sky Kingdom They wouldn't have caught me a second time"
   Webs grimaced, scratching one claw Over the gills along his neck. "Asha is dead, too."
   "Asha?" A spurt of flame shot from Kestrel's nose "How?"
   "Caught in a battle between Blaze's and Blisters forces on the way here. She still made it with the red
MudWing egg, but she died of her wounds soon after"
   "So it's just you, me, and Dune to raise the little worms," Kestrel growled. "For a prophecy that can never be fulfilled. Let's break the cursed eggs now a be done with it. We'll be long gone before the Talons of Peace return for the dragonets.
   "No!" Webs hissed. "Keeping the dragonets alive for the next eight years is more important than anything. If you don't want to be a part of that-"
   "All right, enough," Kestrel snapped. "I'm the strongest dragon in the Talons of Peace. You need me. It doesn't matter how I feel about nasty little dragonets." She eyed the eggshell on the floor, rubbing her scarred palms together. "Although I thought at least one of them would be a SkyWing."
   "I'll find us a fifth dragonet." Webs pushed past her, scales scraping against rock.
   "There's no way back into the Sky Kingdom, brainless," she said. "They'll be guarding the hatchery closely now."
   "Then I'll get an egg somewhere else," he said grimly. "The RainWings don't even count there eggs - I could take one from the rain forest without anyone noticing."
   "Of all the horrible ideas," Kestrel said with a shudder. "RainWings are wretched creatures. Nothing like SkyWings."
   "We have to do something." Webs said. He hissed as his tail sent the eggshell skittering across the floor. "In eight years, the Talons of Peace will come looking for five dragonets. The prophecy says five, and we're going to make it come true. . . whatever it takes."