Wings of Fire; A Royal Ghost

Chapter 1; Page 5

"Don't blame me." Bluejay hissed. "Why did they even let her into this school!?" She roared, giving a sharp glare to a sandwing who was curled up in a ball, seemingly directly in the line of fire originally given from Bluejay. Torrid recognised this dragon as Dust. Dust seemed to be trembling slightly as faint burn marks were splayed along her wing which she had been hiding behind. Her wing was smoking from the blaze, and Torrid assumed that Dust's mother wouldn't be too happy with the injury.

"Poor thing." Petrel whispered to herself. She walked towards the cowering dragon and flung her wing around them.

"Don't comfort her!" cried Bluejay, resulting in Halite banging the dragon's snout into the ground. Loud, hurried talonsteps came from the entranceway as Sunny, Storyteller and Clay all rushed into the prey centre, followed by Starflight and Secretkeeper. Clay huffed a small puff of smoke, walking towards Dust and Petrel. Clay had a slight limp, which, as Torrid could see, was the result from a horrible wound along his thigh. Clay inspected the wound as Sunny frowned down at Bluejay.

"Why would you attack another student?" Sunny cried, twitching her wings back. Bluejay gave an angered snarl, her eyes locking onto the golden dragon.

"Her mother tormented my family for years. Why did you even allow her into this school!?" Bluejay roared, standing up abruptly, flinging Halite off her back. Halite rolled over and walked around the dragon, standing beside Torrid.

"That was her Mother's doing, not hers. Just because her mother did terrible things doesn't mean Dust should get punished for them." Sunny stated, giving Bluejay a rather worried frown. Bluejay hissed, storming away as smoke curled around her horns. Halite sighed, smacking her tail along the stone.

"Sorry about Bluejay's behaviour, Sunny. She tends to have a temper." Halite apologised about the dragon's behaviour.

"Oh, there's no need to be sorry! Burn did do some horrible things, so her outburst is understandable." Sunny twitched her claws nervously, which received a worried frown from Storyteller. Clay and Petrel assisted Dust out of the prey center. Torrid turned to Bluejay, who heaved herself off the stone, almost knocking Halite backwards. Bluejay stomped out of the prey centre, smoke billowing from her jaw. Torrid turned to Lorikeet, who's scales were a rather defensive orange, Toucan tucked under her wing.

"Perhaps we should all. . I don't know, go to the library or something?" Boutu suggested, shuffling his talons as a cow let out a distressed moo.

"Meh- We don't have class for the rest of the day, considering that it's only the first, so I'm going to sleep." Halite chuckled, exiting the Prey Centre. Torrid watched the sun bounce off the Skywing's scales as they slowly disappeared through the entranceway of the Prey Centre. Something seemed odd in the glint of the Skywing's scales, though, with a slight green tint in the shine.

Sleep didn't come easy that night. The halls were filled with the whispers of other students, so Torrid assumed no-one else could sleep, either. Boutu seemed to be the only dragon who could sleep, his snores echoing through the cave. The Seawing's tail hung over the edge of his bed, flicking every few heartbeats. A cold breeze swept in through the windows in the sleeping cave, the sky flashing a blinding white as rain began to fall outside. Torrid quietly slid off his bed, his tail held slightly off the ground as he walked through the corridors. He took light steps, trying to control the tapping of his claws. He could hear the rain tapping on the stone outside as it grew heavier, thunder booming in the far distance. He followed all the signs to the library, his tail and wings slightly brushing the corridor walls. Torrid stepped through the doorway, his eyes scanning around the dimly lit room. He assumed that Starflight slept in another room, which made it easier for Torrid to walk freely. His eyes stopped on a dragon, who seemed to be cowering beneath a pile of pillows and blankets, with a scroll placed in front of her. Torrid walked towards the dragon, recognising the scars along her neck, and the odd spikes behind her ears.