Wings of Fire; The Assassin

Chapter 1

A small seafoam blue, dark emerald green, and white-bellied dragon with strange patterns on his wings similar to what the royal markings are supposed to be, and a golden armband that has a few black rocks in it. His webbed talons paddle softly through the saltwater.

The dragon swims just inches away from the seafloor, dashing by coral and fish of all shapes, sizes, and colors. Just nearby, he was supposed to meet his friend an hour earlier. But what seemed like the world's largest and slowest tiger shark pulled right in front of him, and he barely managed to stop before running into it. The dragon growled low in his throat.

ARG! How am I supposed to meet anyone anywhere when dumb animals keep getting in my way?!

The dragon reared back and swam around the shark. The shark looked at him with his dead coal-black eyes. He may have been a SeaWing, but he was really starting to dislike the ocean. All it was doing was sending obstacles to slow him down. At this rate, he would be lucky if he was able to get to where he needed to be by sundown. It seemed like every few seconds something else tried to slow him down. Massive rocks, slow fish, strange coral shapes, and so many other ANNOYING THINGS! He was not a very impatient dragon, but this is really starting to grind him down. He felt like a rock, slowly eroded away by the ocean. All that was left now was a rough stone core.

After finally getting to the spot, he started to look around. The spot was like a small underwater bay. It was a clearing surrounded by a curved wall of stone, with some small cave entrances nearby. The crystal clear water lay still under the surface. The sand was pat down smooth.

Searching for his friend would be no easy task because she happened to be the best hide and seek player he knew. They would play hide and seek for hours with some other dragonets in their village when they were younger. All that the small dragonet knew was that he never managed to find his friend. All he could ever find was empty water, and a heart attack when she would jump out and scare him. He prepared himself to get scared by his friend and started to look around their meeting spot.

Bubble looked in every nook and cranny he could find, trying to find his friend. He looked behind all the coral nearby, in every cave in what felt like a 100-mile area, but he couldn't spot his friend. The only thing that was there were the crystal waters, and loneliness. Bubble always hated being lonely. He always had at least one other dragon with him all the time.

He was about to give up, when he finally spotted a shadowy figure. He decided to look closer, hoping it was his friend. Inching closer, he reached out to grab what he thought was his friend. He closed his talons swiftly around the figure and pulled it into the light. He pulled out a dark-blue fish, struggling to escape the dragon's talons. He released the squirming fish, and it dashed away leaving a trail of bubbles foaming up behind it.

A FISH! COME ON! I'M JUST TRYING TO FIND MY FRIEND! Ugh! WHY DOES THE OCEAN HATE ME! Three MOONS!

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a flash of dark ocean blue. He speedily turned around to find it, but the second he laid his eyes on what it was, it jumped out at him. Out of fear, he pulled back as fast as he could, but ran into a wall. He felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder as it ran into some sharp rocks, he yelped in pain, but all that came out were bubbles. He may have been a dragon, but a massive squid or other animals could easily rip him into pieces, mostly because he is on the smaller size for a dragon his age. He prepared for the fight of his life and got ready to swim as fast as he could. Fear was one of Bubble's worst, but most noticeable qualities. He knew he was the wimpiest dragon in existence. He was not brave enough to even try to make friends. He wasn't the one to even start the relationship between him and his friend.

Time slowed down to a halt. The shadow of his attacker was the only thing truly visible in the depths. The soft squishy sand beneath him swirled around like an underwater whirlwind. The stone jabbing into his shoulder seemed to be shifting as his scales bent around the crevices. Beams of sunlight shone down onto the tops of the two beings, giving him a glimpse of what was coming up at him. Ocean blue mixed with the shimmering light from the surface, and his hopes of not dying seemed to shine just a little brighter as he came to a realization.