Wings of Fire- Frost Biting (BOOK ONE)

Chapter six

'Why is she leaning on him?' Was the first thing Frostbite heard in Qibli and Winter's minds.

'Darkflame,' She ordered, 'pretend I'm in pain, and can't talk. I do not need the trouble of talking to them.'

'Okay,' He mind-laughed, 'it was pretty awkward when they both kissed you, I see why you don't want to waste your breath.'

They hobbled over to the fresh cow meat- on the opposite side of the room. Frost and Darkflame took their share and sat in a far corner.

'Okay, Firebrand,' he thought, 'let's get to know each other better.'

'Okay,' she shrugged, 'on one condition, stop calling me Firebrand. I'm a IceWing, that's more of a SkyWing or SandWing nickname. I'm Frost, that's all.'

'Fine,' his thoughts sounded amused, 'I'll call you Frost, and you'll call me Dark, okay?'

'That's better,' She smiled.

The meat was great, a little different for her though. Frost loved to eat fish or fruit, but her winglet was raiding them.

She was hoping that they wouldn't bother with her, but her hopes were lost. Qubli, Winter, Umber, Kinkajou and Cascade sauntered over to where they were sitting.

"Do you mind if we sit here with you?" Qibli asked then Frost herd him think, 'I hope they don't. I shouldn't of kissed her, I was a fool. But I love her too much to see Winter- or Darkflame take her. Darkflame is sitting too close to her, why were they looking at each other like that? She looks hurt, her leg- signs of a headache and her wing...'

"Actually..." Dark tried to speak but was cut off by the orange RainWing.

"I'm glad you let us stay," she sat stubbornly down and held her snout up.

"No, you can't stay," Dark growled, "Frost is not feeling well, she's not able to talk- she's weak. Frost does not need a rowdy dragon like you jumping around her. She does not need a SandWing to ask too many uncomfortable questions, or other annoying distractions."

She could feel anger shoot through Winter as he gave Dark the death stare.

'Do I really ask too many questions?' Qibli was upset.

'Ouch, that really hurt.' Kinkajou felt put-down

"Let frost speak for herself, your not the one to decide if she wants us gone. Witch she doesn't, Right Frost?" Kinkajou beamed at me.

Darkflame stock up, looking ready to blow fire in all their faces. Frostbite put a talon on his shoulder.

'I'm going to pretend to be in pain, that will get them away,' She told him, 'play along.'

"He's right," She said in a raspy voice, "I don't want to talk, I don't feel so good... I d-d-d....."

A pounding worked its way up her temple, but it wasn't fake. She felt the same sharp pain slice through her mind. Her legs crumpled underneath her, she fell and hit the stone floor. She felt dizzy, she closed her eyes and plummeted into deep darkness.

***

Blackness, blackness everywhere. No light, not this time. Frostbite couldn't move, she was stuck in a sitting position.

Then a dragon walked up to her, pale as the moon with silvery underscales. She had the same silver scales running down her neck, side and tail, and one teardrop one in the corners of her silver eyes. It was Her.

"Fangs of Night, Jungle and Ice," She ominously spoke a line form the prophesy.

The strange Frost turned and walked away. Then behind, stood a RainWing. Wait, SeaWing? She shimmered from an aqua to a green to the next colour. She had gills, lined with scales and shifting coloured light up patches. Her webbed talons were splayed out on the floor with her big, powerful tail beside them. Her eyes were an unsettling turquoise with blue green, staring intently into hers.