Wings Of Fire: Whisper In The Shadows (book 1)

Chapter 14-Desert

I don't even know what the hell I'm doing here with these pack of losers who probably don't even know how to bodyslam an Icewing!

Lets see what idiots we've got here:

An incredibly loopy Icewing who's muttering about fish and dripping blue blood everywhere. And by the end of this, he'll be even more injured, from me. How dare an Icewing even be less than a metre away from me! I should finish him off myself!

And then there's the glittery galaxy of vomit inducing sparkles cuddling with a jaguar cub- like, please, could you be anymore obnoxious? You're burning my retinas with your rainbows!

A big, stoic-looking Skywing that looks like he shares his singular brain cell with Fish Dude over there and he's completely swooning over that sparkly lizard.

And then the Nightwing with an annoyingly smug air to him that makes me want to rip apart his somehow perfect abs to pieces.

How on earth did I get here, surrounded by a group of annoying dragonets?

Oh wait, I do know, it started with Tempest waking me with a cheek aching smile.

"Desert, wake up!" She had beamed, shaking my shoulder. I leapt forward, spinning around on instinct and raising my tail barb above my head.

"What?!" I growl, lowering my tail when I realise its Tempest.

"They're here! Gale's brother!" She had squealed and grabbed my talon, dragging me off the edge of the tree house. There's more than one? I had snarled, but I obediently followed Tempest's teal coloured wings through the trees towards the healing pavilion.

We swooped down to land and I noticed Gale looking slack jawed, holding a blood-dripping knife in his talons. At first I'd grinned in surprise, Finally Gale has enough sense to stab weird dragons. I thought but then I snorted in amusement as I noticed a large gash in Gales shoulder.

Of course that idiot got himself stabbed.

And that was when the most chaotic reunion I've ever witnessed began.

The group of six dragonets are split into two sides. One side with Gale and Tempest and the other side with the Rainwing, Skywing and the Nightwing. Plus a group of Rainwings busying themselves with patients and trying desparatley to not look like their eavesdropping.

"Gale?" The Skywing hybrid asks cautiously, taking a step towards his brother.

"Brother..." Gale breathes in awe, looking up at the Skywing hybrid as if he's more than just a stupid soldier. (Which, for your information, is exactly what he is.)

And then, (awe sweet moment,) the two hybrids embrace and don't pull away for around a minute.

When they have pulled away, both have glistening tears streaming down their snouts.

Pathetic. I snort loudly and Storm turns around sharply and shoots me a deathly glare.

I turn around, not being able to watch the sappy scene and I freeze. An injured white blue dragonet is lying on a hospital bed.

My first instinct is to flee, maybe head to the desert to hopefully avoid the rest of the Icewings no doubt hiding somewhere in the rainforest or just outside. But I stop myself before I take off. I've been running from these seal suckers my whole life. It's time to do something...

I glance around at the rest of the dragonets, and luckily everyone is too caught up in the emotional conversation to notice me as I inch closer and closer to the Icewings bed.