Wings of Fire- Frost Biting (BOOK ONE)

Chapter eleven

Frostbite awoke, heart racing. She opened her eyes and adjusted to her surroundings.

She was in a animal hide stretcher bed and the floor was made out of wood. The walls were bamboo and the roof was made of thick leaves.
She was alone, no noise but the songs of birds.

Slowly, she pulled herself out of bed.

CREEEK

The floorboards moaned under her weight.

She continued forward until her talons rested on the door handle. She pulled the door open and the sunlight flooded the room, chasing away the shadows.

Folding her wings to her sides, she walked out and drank in the cool air. She saw Darkflame talking to the same NightWing as before, Deathbringer. When he saw her, his face lit up.

"Frost!" Dark cried and he rushed towards her. He encased her with his warm wings and squeezed her talons.

"Dark," She nuzzled her face in his shoulder, "how long was I out."

"Only the night," he reassured her while his smile turned to a frown, "are you okay?"

"I actually feel great," no she did not. She felt horrible in fact, she was looking at the face that would betray her, the face that would kill her.

He looked suspiciously at her, but before he could say anything, the NightWing strode over.

"So," he hissed, "is it true that your related to Queen Glory?"

Frost gulped, his was a big lie that could end badly for her. But one she had to tell.

"Yes," she nodded a lie, "I am."

"Well there's only one way to prove that," he grunted as he led the two into the air and towards a large castle.

'Venom test,' she cringed, 'Dark, what did you get me into?'

'Sorry,' he thought back.

They soared into a hole at the top of he castle. Inside was a throne, with a white dragon on it. She had a wreath of pink lilies on her head and a silver sloth hugged her neck.

Deathbringer bowed, as did they, then he spoke.

"Your majesty," he cooed.

"Deathbringer," she replied, "well?"

"As you know," he started, "this Ice- thing, whatever, claims to be related to you."

She looked at Frost with arc brows as if to mock her. Her sloth purred as if to be amused.

"I'm not an IceWing thingy," she snapped at the dark dragon, "I'm a Tribreed. Half IceWing, third NightWing and a little RainWing."

The Queen nodded and snapped her jaw open, shooting venom at a nearby leaf. She gestured for her to do the same, so she did. Silver splattered neatly over the glob of purple. A hissing sound came from the leaf and the acid stopped eating away at the plant.

'What?' All the minds roared, including hers.

She pretended not to be surprised and spoke, "I told you."

"Wow!" Deathbringer exclaimed, "I did not see that one coming."

The Queen looked over to her with a hopeful expression, her scales now turned a puzzled orange and a happy pink.

"Cousin," she repeated to herself, as if not knowing the word. "We must have a feast! My cousin has come home!"

She spread her yellow and pink wings as she made her decree. Deathbringer sent an actual smile towards me.