Resurfacing Tales | Wings Of Fire Fanfic [REWRITTEN]

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    The SeaWing tiredly let out a sigh, angling his wings awkwardly to catch the wind current, which was nothing like the water currents he was used to. He reached towards the pouch around his chest, checking to make sure it wasn't in danger of flying off. His gaze was fixed upon the entrance to his new school, 'Jade Mountain Academy.'

As he slowed his wingbeats and hovered closer, he could see several other dragonets there, and a few adult dragons who were presumably parents coming to say goodbye. Seven thought wistfully of his own mom and dad, who couldn't go with him due to their stressful jobs at the palace.

"I'm sorry, we're just too busy to spend time with you." Starfish, his mother, had said while nervously fiddling with the webs between her claws. "You know how the queen is. Her Majesty won't tolerate us abandoning our work for something like this."

"You'll meet plenty of friends at Jade Mountain." Seven's father, Oyster, reassured him. "You can't be a lone wolf forever; it's not good for you."

And off they sent their own dragonet to a strange mountain academy with dragons from all tribes. As if the school he usually went to at the Sea Kingdom wasn't good enough, Seven thought with a slight huff of indignation.

Looking around, he begrudgingly decided it couldn't delayed for any longer. He may not want to go to this school, but that didn't mean he was going to make a bad impression.

Seven carefully glided down into the entrance. A welcome banner was strung up above, which he didn't even bother to read all the way through. He headed into the Great Hall, which was bigger than he'd expected. He estimated that it was big enough for about a hundred dragons to fit inside, with plenty of open air to fly overhead, as long as you weren't dumb enough to crash into a stalactite.

The blue-green SeaWing stopped suddenly, and took a scroll out of his pouch, which listed all the Winglets and each student in it.

It was delivered by a Talons Of Peace member, sent on a mission to advertise the school after a few previous dragonets had graduated from the academy. The only other student that Seven could recognize was Deep, whom he'd only talked to once.

He was studying the names closely, until he heard clawsteps growing closer and closer to him. He looked up only a moment before a light pink female dragon barreled into him, sending them both crashing onto the stone floor.

His immediate thought was that he was being attacked, and then wondered who'd be stupid enough to attempt assault in public with others around.

"Oops! Sorry, sorry!" The pink stranger jumped off immediately, staring at Seven apologetically. "I got carried away! Anyways, hi! Are you Seven? You must be, right? Such a weird name, but I guess I can't really judge. Ha!"

The SeaWing gingerly got up from the floor, fully aware of all the curious eyes on him. He picked up his scroll and stuffed it back into his pouch as the dragon who'd ran into him continued talking. "I'm Rhodochrosite, but you can call me Rhodo for short!" She beamed. Seven was suddenly hit with a sense of dread. He recognized that name— they were part of the same Winglet.

"I bet you're wondering how I knew who you were." Rhodo babbled on. "Easy! I asked every single SeaWing here if they were part of the Silver Winglet, and they ALL said no! So I just knew that you were the one for sure!"

"Really." Seven replied dryly, slightly agitated by this talkative dragon. Now that he was thinking clearly again, he fully realized that she was a pink SkyWing, which surprised him. He didn't know they could be pink, but he supposed there were odd colors in every tribe. SeaWings were certainly no strangers to the concept of unnatural scale colors.