King of The Dragons (Wings of Fire X Monster Hunter)

Part 2: Chapter 9 & 10

(3rd Pov Starflight)

Starflight was dreaming, but it wasn't so much a dream as a memory.

He was waiting by the cave entrance when Webs rolled the boulder aside and came in. His wings unfurled and he leaned forward, trying to see the guardian's claws.

"Just one this time," Webs said, untangling a scroll from the net full of fish he was carrying. He tossed it to Starflight, who caught it and turned it reverently between his talons. It was damp around the edges and smelled like fish, but he didn't care.

He carried it to the study cave and found Sunny curled in the small beam of sunlight that came through the hole in the roof. His heart skipped a beat as she opened her green eyes and smiled at him.
"A new scroll?" she said. "What's this one about?"

He sat down next to her and unrolled it carefully. "It's about us." His eyes scanned the text quickly. "Oh, weird. This must have been written recently. It's all theories about where we are and who might be part of the prophecy and how might it come true."

Sunny sat up and peered over his shoulder, her warm golden scales pressing his. "Wow, I'd like to know all that myself."
"It says there were seventeen SeaWing dragonets who hatched on the brightest night, but only six of them were from deep blue eggs, and maybe it's none of them because there were other SeaWing eggs outside the Kingdom of the Sea. Like children of the Talons of Peace, it says."

"Or an egg that was stolen by the talons," Sunny pointed out.
"Right. It doesn't mention that possibility." Starflight went quiet, reading a litter further.
"Does it say anything about the SandWing egg?" she asked nervously.

"The author seemed confused about that." Starflight rolled the scroll along, searching for referencing to SandWing. "He says if a SandWing dragonet hatched in its own in the desert somewhere, it couldn't have survived. So it must be someone's egg - maybe from the Talons of Peace again. That would explain 'hidden away from the rival queens. ' "

"I wish the guardians would tell us more about where our eggs came from," Sunny said with a sigh.
"Maybe I should skip ahead to the part about stopping the war," Starflight said, rolling the scroll through his talons.
"Good idea. We're taking suggestions!" she joked. "Any war-stopping tips are welcome over here."

Starflight paused on the word SkyWing. "It says something about how there aren't any SkyWings left who were hatched on the brightest night . . . what? That's weird. There must be some in the Sky Kingdom. Maybe this author doesn't know what he's talking about." He kept reading, hoping to keep Sunny close to him for as long as possible.

"We don't need a SkyWing anyway," she said. "We've got Glory. Isn't it exciting that there are dragons talking about us all over Pyrrhia?" she added dreamily. "Right now there are soldiers camped on battlefields talking about how we're the ones who'll save them from the endless fighting. There are dragonets who want their mothers and fathers to come home, and they know we're the ones who'll make it happen. We're going to make so many dragons happy, Starflight." She shifted her wings and shrugged like she was trying not to sound to dramatic. "I mean, I don't know. i's just nice to know for sure that we're here for a reason, and we're going to do something important."

Starflight liked the way Sunny thought about the prophecy. The idea of that many dragons on him always made Starflight feel overwhelmed and anxious. But for Sunny, the prophecy was a promise, not an order. Listening to her talk about it was comforting.

"Here," he said. "Possible ways for the dragonets to fulfil the prophecy. Um . . . all right, the first theory is that all the dragonets are royal daughters, so they'll all become queens of their tribes and stop the war that way."
Sunny smothered a giggle. "I can totally see Clay as a MudWing princess."