Wings of Fire- Frost Biting (BOOK ONE)

Chapter twelve

Frostbite expected it to be dark in the jungle at night, but the fireflies illuminated the leaves, chasing away the shadows.

She flew alongside Terracotta, who just recently woke up, and Darkflame, as well as a few sunset orange and midnight blue RainWings.

So far, things were great. She loved the food, the air, the dragons. Everything was perfect- except the fact that she was about to turn camakazi and evil and create a huge mega storm and destroy Pyrrhia.

A dark purple dragon with blue spirals flicked her tail and angled her wings, they followed her down towards a platform where they landed.

It was a beautiful sight. Small lanterns filled with fireflies glowed brightly, lighting it up more than the scattered lights flying around. A huge table sat in the centre, with ten platforms. Queen Glory sat at the head, on each side of her was a RainWing. On elderly, yet wise looking one and Jambu was on the other side. Deathbringer sat at the head of the table with her, and three other NightWings sat on one side.

A Aqua blue dragon motioned them to their seats. Frost sat across from a midnight blue dragon, she had silver stars scattered on her under wing and glowing moon coloured eyes.

She let out a little gasp when she saw Frost.

Right then and there, she knew that was her mother. She wanted to go and hug her- but instead, she sat polity.

"Great," the Queen smiled, "everyone's here."

Grandure eyed the elderly male oddly before nodding and continuing for Glory, "yes. We have Acome here today to celebrate. To celebrate the return of Frostbite!"

She gestured Frost to stand up, so she did. Spreading her silver coated wings out, she smiled at the dragons around the table.

"My baby," The NightWing almost whispered. Then she yelled, "my baby!"

The dragon launched herself at Frost, meeting her with a warm hug. She had always imagined this moment, every day. And it was finally here, her and her mother, better than she had ever dreamed.

"Mom," a stray tear rolled down her eye, leaving without permission.

Her muscles tensed, then relaxed when she sighed with relief.

"What?" Frost was still hugging her newfound mother.

"It's just," She sighed, "I thought you would never forgive me for what I did. I left you, and I shouldn't of."

"Oh- that," Frost grimaced. But it soon went away when she said, "of course I forgive you."

The pain of the memories flooded back to her although she said that, memories of being scolded, beaten, punished for no reason. Memories of her father.

"So how was chill," her mother asked. "He must've been the best father ever! He was so sensitive and sweet."

She winced, he was no where near that. He was horrible and mean, rude and non merciful.

"No," Frost choked out, looking down. More tears came into her eyes and she couldn't look up to meet her mom's gaze. "He was terrible. He abused me. Whipping, scratching, biting. He insulted me. Ugly, pathetic, unworthy, worthless, beast, monster, and much more."

Her mom wrapped her tail around hers, not speaking as she did so. It felt good to have someone comfort her, someone she could lean on.

"I don't understand," she whispered to me. "When I found him, he was like no other. He was kind and selfless, brave and sweet, sensitive and caring. Now he's-"