Wings Of Fire; The Fate Begins: The Dragonet Prophecy

Chapter 1: Clay And His Friends

Clay didn't think that he was the right dragon for a Big Heroic Destiny.

Oh, he wanted to be the Great MudWing of the dragon world, glorious and brave. He wanted to do all the wonderful things expected of him. He wanted to look at the world, figured out what was broken and fix it.

But he wasn't a natural-hatched hero. He had no legendary qualities at all. He liked sleeping more than studying, and he kept losing chickens in the caves during hunting practice because he was paying attention to his friends instead of watching for feathers.

He was all right at fighting. But "all right" wasn't going to stop the war and save the dragon tribes. He needed to be extraordinary. He was the biggest dragonet, so he was supposed to be the scary, tough one. The minders wanted him to terrifyingly dangerous. Well, a few of them anyway.

Clay felt about as dangerous like a cauliflower.

"Fight!" His attacker howled, flinging him across the cavern. Clay crashed into the rock wall and scrambled up again, trying to spread his mud-colored wings for balance. Red talons raked at his face and he ducked away. "Come on," the red dragon snarled. "Stop holding back. Find the killer inside you and let it out."

"I'm trying!" Clay said. "Maybe if we could stop and talk about it—"

She lunged for him again. "Feint to the left! Roll right! Use your fire!" Clay tried to duck under her wing to attack her from below, but of course he rolled the wrong way. One of her talons smashed him to the ground and he yelped with pain.

"WHICH LEFT WAS THAT, USELESS?" Kestrel bellowed into his ear. "Are all MudWings this stupid? OR ARE YOU JUST DEAF?"

'Well, if you keep that up, I will be soon.' Clay thought. The SkyWing lifted her claws and he wriggled free.

"I don't know about other MudWings," he protested, licking his sore talons. "Obviously. But perhaps we could try fighting without all the shouting and see—" He stopped, hearing a familiar hiss that came out before one of Kestrel's fire attacks.

He threw his wings over his head, tucked his head his long neck in, and rolled into the maze of stalagmites that studded one corner of the cave. Flames blasted the rocks around him, singeing the tip of his tail.

"Coward!" The older dragon bellowed. She smashed one of the rock columns into a shower of black sharp pebbles. Clay covered his eyes and almost immediately felt her stamp down hard on his tail.

"OW!" he yelled. "You said stomping tails was cheating!" He seized the closest stalagmite between his claws and scrabbled up on top of it. From his perch near the roof, he glared down at his guardian.

"I'm your teacher." Kestrel snarled. "Nothing I do is cheating. Get down here and fought like a SkyWing."

'But I'm not a SkyWing,' he thought rebellious. "I'm a MudWing. I don't like setting things on fire or flapping around in circles, biting at dragon necks.'

"But me and Ember are SkyWings and you never tell us that we do anything well." Aria muttered.

"Yeah, you always tell us that we are defective just because we breath out a second breath besides fire." Ember muttered in agreement.

"Can't I fight one of the others?" He asked. "I'm much better at that." The other dragonets were his own size (nearly), and they didn't cheat (well, most of the time). He actually liked fighting with them.

"Oh, yes? Which opponent would you prefer, the stunted SandWing, the freak SeaWing/SkyWing, the grass breathing SeaWing, the electric breathing SkyWing, the grass breathing SkyWing, or the lazy RainWing?" Kestrel said. "Because I'm sure that you'll get to choose out on the battlefield." Her tail glowed like embers as she lashed it back and forth.