One full moon, one crescent and one half. Constellation thought. Please do not give me a mind reader dragonet.
Iceberg was pacing. "What should we call her?"
"Maybe Virgo, like my mother," Constellation sighed. I miss Caelum.
"Sure! That's amazing," Iceberg was grinning. He looked at the egg.
"I think she'll be pretty," Constellation supplied.
"Obviously, with you as her mother." Iceberg said.
Virgo heard her mothers' thoughts even through the eggshell. She hit it with her wings and talons, and it started cracking.
She was breaking free.
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"Rawr," Virgo growled, pushing away the last pieces of the eggshell.
Constellation looked at her. MIND READER!!!!!!!!
"Wow, she's so pretty." Iceberg cooed.
Virgo looked at Constellation, then at Iceberg. Both didn't exactly love her.
Suddenly something got stuck into her scales. She looked down at her foreleg. "Rawr!"
A stone was stuck there.
She looked at Constellation. The little mouthless voices stopped working. Frantic, Virgo pulled it away.
She glared at Constellation.
I hate her. Mind reader. IceWing-looking. What did she do to the skyfire? It's supposed to block the mind reading-
The mouthless voices stopped working.
"Hate. You." Virgo hissed at the two.
"Cute," Iceberg said. "She probably doesn't even know what she's talking about. To be honest, I like Pristine better,"
"I like Diadem way more," Constellation replied.
Virgo felt some vertigo, and suddenly she felt a blow to her head.
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one year later...
Virgo leapt behind the couch as Constellation and Iceberg stormed in. They were arguing, and Iceberg sounded desperate.
As the youngest of all three, Virgo had a habit of hiding whenever dragons came: her sister Pristine loved to tease her about her thin neck and her tiny body, and her brother Diadem always said she looked nothing like a hybrid, and that she didn't deserve Constellation as her mother. The only thing Virgo could cling to as her identity was that she knew she was smarter than Diadem and plainer but, in a way, prettier than Pristine. Pristine was more "fancy" pretty, but Virgo was more "plain" pretty. Diadem had a crown pattern around his head and he was born on the Darkest Night. Pristine was born on a night with three crescents.
"NO! I DON'T LOVE YOU!" Constellation hollered. Iceberg flinched.
Virgo shrunk behind the couch a bit more, picking at the stone-colored scale she had, wanting to pull it out.
"BUT WHY DID YOU EVEN SAY SO IN THE FIRST PLACE? I LOVED YOU SO MUCH!" Iceberg cried in a desperate way.
"MINK WOULD'VE PUT A DEATH THREAT WITH A PRIZE FOR MY HEAD IF I DIDN'T SAY SO, ICEBERG."
The way she said Iceberg's name... so full of loathing.
"CONSTELLATION! I DIDN'T MEET YOU LIKE THIS!"
"BECAUSE I WASN'T FORCED TO LOVE YOU THEN! Diadem, come over," Constellation flicked her tail. Diadem slithered over, casting Virgo a supercilious look. "Let's go, darling. I'll show you to a dragon you'll like more than this IceWing."
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Wings of Fire: the Angel Hybrid
Fantasy[the Angel Hybrid, book 1 of my WoF fanfics. Cover art is mine.] - Virgo has a messed up family, to put it mildly. She's a hybrid, but she looks nearly nothing like a NightWing. She's named after her grandmother, and she lives in the outskirts of th...
