Five Nights Of Fire- Book 1 "Dawn of Fire"

Prologue

    Rain, wind, and fog surrounded the area. The waves of the ocean crashed into rocks and each other. Thunder boomed from the clouds above. A hurricane was brewing in the middle of the sea. In the middle of this thunderstorm, was a single purple-scaled dragon.

The dragon flew through the rain while squinting his eyes from the rain. He was trying to head to Pantala, but due to the storm, he lost his way to the islands. He was so far from Pyrrhia that not even a single SeaWing was in sight. Now, if there were another dragon with him, they'd mistake him for a SeaWing or a RainWing. Why? Because he's a purple-scaled SandWing. Why is he purple? Even he was clueless.

The SandWing sees a rock close by and lands to go rest on it. "Why did I decide to go to Pantala in the middle of a hurricane?!" The SandWing yelled to himself. "Actually, why did a hurricane decide to come out of nowhere in the middle of the ocean?!" The rain was pouring down so hard that he thought he might not hear his voice soon. He looked around, trying to see if he could find any of the islands that could lead to Pantala. But thanks to the fog, he couldn't see anything far away. Thanks a lot, fog! The SandWing was hoping that this trip would be quick and easy, and he'd be returning home in two days, but no. Instead, there is a hurricane, he lost track of the islands, and his wings are hurting! I'm sure even a SkyWing would find this uncomfortable.

The SandWing knew that he couldn't stop now, he had to find an island at least. The SandWing lifted himself off the rock and flew back up into the storm. Luckily, the fog had started to clear up a little, but it was still hard to see anything. After flying for a while, the SandWing spotted a blur far away. At first, he didn't know what he was seeing, but as he got closer it was clear that it was an island. The SandWing sighed in relief at seeing an island. He had finally made it back on course. He didn't even care about his aching wings or the rain getting in his eyes. After what felt like forever, he had finally made it to the island. But something was off. From above, you could see that one of the islands was small, but in this one, he couldn't see the entire island just looking above it.

The island was way bigger. Could I have possibly made it to Pantala? As soon as the SandWing landed, he realized. This can't be Pantala. It could be the Poison Jungle he landed in, but this is more of a forest than a jungle. He put his wing over his eyes to shield them from the rain. The storm had started to calm down, but it was still pouring. Looking around the place, the SandWing tried to find any signs of him being in Pantala, but nothing was there. No carnivorous plants. No venomous bugs. Nothing. It was all just trees, moss, and vines.

After wandering far into the forest, there was a rustle in the bush near him. The SandWing turned around quickly, raising his barbed tail to defend himself. But instead of finding anything remotely dangerous, all there was, was a simple little garter snake. Or whatever snake that was. He was never too good at distinguishing animal types. The SandWing shrugged off the snake and continued in the forest. There were other animals, a rabbit that ran past him, squirrels in a few trees, and other little snakes that weren't venomous as far as he knew. The SandWing looked around more, and there was still no sign of a grassland or savannah biome.

He soon found a cave covered in moss and vines. It looked a little run down, but livable. He walked over to the cave to go rest till the storm passes. The SandWing grabbed a stick before entering to use as a torch. Once he stepped into the cave and out of the rain, he blew a bit of fire onto it to light the cave up. The scorching fire lit up the cave, revealing some half-asleep wolves. A wolf barked at the dragon, hoping that the SandWing would leave. He instead pointed the flames toward the wolves saying "Shoo!". As soon as the wolves saw the fire in their faces they ran past him. The SandWing looked around the cave with the wolves now gone. It was slightly small but it would do. The cave was dry, which was a good place to shelter from the rain. The SandWing carefully laid the blazing torch on the cave's floor, before resting next to it. The surface was rough and sharp, but he's been through the worst. The SandWing closed his eyes, but his mind wouldn't stop running. What island am I even on? There don't seem to be any dragons around, and this place seems too big to be an island. The SandWing curled himself up to keep his scales warm. Maybe, I even found a new continent.