"I can't believe Qibli lives in this moon-cursed place," Winter grumbled. "It's so hot in the Kingdom of Sand."
"Well, he is a SandWing," Jasmin pointed out. "Along with about every dragon in this place. It'd be weird if this place was a frozen wasteland like your kingdom."
A low growl rumbled in Winter's throat, but he didn't say anything. Jasmin squinted at the nearing Scorpion Den. She felt vulnerable with a broken arm and the constant thought of Wasp hunting her down.
"We're almost here," She called to Winter. "Keep your voice low, cover yourself with the cloak as much as possible. The last thing we need is everyone in the Scorpion Den to stare at us because of your stupid glittery scales. Some dragons want to skin you alive and sell your scales, you know."
The IceWing nodded curtly, and followed Jasmin as she landed behind a nearby sand dune.
"Won't some dragons want to hire you to kill someone?" He asked.
"Well, probably. But I'm hoping that my cloak will make me less noticeable." She flipped on the large hood, its shadows covering her face from anyone's view. Winter followed her lead, and Jasmin was relieved to see that she could barely see his blueish-white scales.
"Keep close to me," Jasmin breathed, and slipped inside the entrance to the Scorpion Den. The guards that guarded the Scorpion Den were fast asleep beneath the blazing hot sun, like all the other times she'd come to the dangerous place. Winter followed her inside, quickening his pace to match her's.
"Do you even know where that sand-snorter lives?" He whispered.
"The last time I saw him, he was in Thorn's palace. When I was finding one of my costumers." Jasmin remembered how the young SandWing had bumped past her, his black eyes suspicious and calculating. "I think he lives there."
"Someone's coming towards us," Winter breathed. Jasmin turned, and saw a burly SandWing with a medallion with a large vulture engraved into it. Three skull tattoos trailed his neck.
"Are you the little assassin-for-hire?" He had a rough, gravelly voice. "I gotta job for ya."
"I'm a bit busy right now," Jasmin clenched her talon. "But sure. What do you want?"
"Kill my little brother. He'd be easy to find, sticking close to the queen. A nuisance, but he's got the brains. He's got a strange name too."
"What's his name?" Jasmin asked, her heart stopping for a moment.
"Qibli."
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Jasmin's Future (Completed)
FanfictionThe last time Jasmin came out had been when she had vanished into the tunnel with Deathbringer. Would her life return to normal immediately? Of course not. Jasmin's life is now full of nightmares, panic attacks, scars inside and outside that will n...
