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Contest entry for Mew

The prompt was to write a short story (750 Words) about the dragons' first encounter, given the information provided.

The events of this story take place three years before the dragonet prophecy

~Redstart~

Redstart pumped her wings up and down vigorously, searching for a way out of the storm.

 Slitting her eyes against the wind and battering rain, the Skywing scanned the perimeter for any signs of flashing scales, talonprints, anything that would give them a clue on where the dragonets of destiny were being kept.

A sound cut through the air, and it took the scout a couple moments to realise that a member of her patrol was calling out to her.

She beat her wings and turned around with a powerful 'whoosh' of air.

"What do you want?", she snapped, impatient to get on with the search.

What would happen if they returned without a sign to prove the dragonets were alive, she didn't want to find out.

The dragon shrieked against the wind, but her voice was whipped away by the storm.

Redstart thrust her snout close to the other Skywings'.

"What is it??!!?!?"

"Redstart, we can't fly much longer. Our wings aren't as big as yours and some of us have no experience flying in storms, like Crimsonglare. Please, let us wait out the storm. The Mud kingdom isn't to far away,we can make a temporary camp and continue after the storm has passed."

Redstart growled in frustration.

Skywings were supposed to be the rulers of the sky, they shouldn't be stopped by a puny little storm!

And why was Hunter, the pretty golden dragoness, trying to take over her position as leader?

Did she think Redglare wasn't good enough?!

The red Skywing snorted. She may not have the looks or way with words, but she had years of experience on the battlefield, so she was the strongest with the best chance of survival in the group.

There was a reason why Queen Scarlet chose HER to be the leader of the scouting patrol instead of Hunter. After all, not every dragon was as good in surviving as she was.

Crimsonglare was a good fighter, Longspur had excellent eyesight, Murrelet was a decent fighter, Curse was an excellent tracker, and, even though Redstart hated to admit it, Hunter was a pretty intelligent dragon.

The Skywing snorted disapprovingly before sharply turning and nosediving towards the swampy ground.

The rest of her scouting patrol followed.

Redstarts' talons sunk into the marsh immediately and she muttered a curse.

How could Mudwings actually live here, in all of this....gooey brown muck?

Her patrol huddled together, heads low, trying to preserve body heat.

It was quiet.

Very quiet.

Too quiet.

Apart from the sound of the storm raging over them, there was no smart remark, no plan on what to do next.

Redstart lifted her head cautiously.

"Hunter?", she called out, as loud as she dared.

Out of the corner of her eye,she saw a flicker of movement and spun around, readying flames.