OC Oneshots

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OC: Azure (she/her)
Fandom: Wings of Fire
Species: Dragon (RainWing)

It was dark when I woke up.

Not night - dark. I choked on dust and spat it out, coughing.

My scales were covered in it, blood, and hardened bits of lava. Everything hurt.

I growled and tried to move. The memories came back - the lava, the earthquakes, Mastermind fleeing the room, leaving me to die. They had all left me to die.

Indigo had left me to die.

But by some miracle, I was not, in fact, dead.

First, I had to get out of the ruins, though.

I stumbled past black rocks and red lava, looking for some inkling of light from the sky. My wing brushed against a jagged solidified part of a lava flow. The rock tore a gash in the delicate membrane. I hissed and drew my wings a little closer to myself.

I didn't realize that I had emerged until I had been free for a while - the smoke and ash made sure of that.

I coughed again and casted a quick spell to clear the air I breathed of any dust and potentially toxic gases. Sweet clean air flowed into my lungs. Within minutes, I could think straight again.

I had to get off this island. That was top priority.

Revenge would come next, obviously.

Another spell healed my injuries. Mastermind had said I could do anything with my magic short of bringing back the dead.

Anything at all.

I was free to experiment with my magic now. I was free in general - from the NightWings, from Indigo, from everything.

A third spell was all it took to guide my wings in the direction of the main continent. I had never seen the rainforest, but I'd heard dragons talk about it. Apparently it was beautiful. And had food that was a lot better than the crap they gave us on the island.

I underestimated the distance.

I found out the hard way that my wings were not built for long flights. By the time a blurry splotch of land appeared in the distance, I was about ready to pass out.

You see, passing out is not great for one's health. Especially not high in the air above an ocean.

Just a little further, I told myself. There's no need for a spell here.

There was, in fact, a need for a spell there.

Don't fly drowsy, kids. You black out for ten seconds, and before you know it, you're in the ocean with salt water bombarding your face and nothing you can do about it because you're too exhausted.

And so I sank. Partly because I had never swam before.

I thought really hard about new strength, because that was all I could do. I have energy. My muscle pains are gone.

Then I started to kick towards the surface.

I didn't make much progress. Maybe I had new strength, but the currents were still stronger.

I was just about to cast another spell for underwater breathing when a talon wrapped around my arm and yanked me up.

A foot. I was only a foot below the surface, and I was somehow still managing to drown.

I took a deep gasp of sweet, sweet air.

"That was impressively pathetic," my rescuer said.

I hissed and turned to look at the dragon, yanking away from their grip. Immediately, I started to sink again. They - she - pulled me back.

She appeared to be some sort of fish dragon. She had gills on the sides of her neck, and a lot of glowy scales and fins.

"What are you?" I demanded.

"That's not a very polite question," she said, starting to swim towards the shore. "I thought RainWings were nice."

RainWing. Yes, that was me. The NightWings always referred to me as "RainWing." Never my name. Indigo was the only one who called me by my name, but that was just because she was the only one who knew I wasn't her.

"I don't know," I said.

"Well," the dragon grumbled. "I don't know what you're doing this far out, but I just saved your life. One would think you'd be a little more thankful."

"I was perfectly capable of saving myself," I grumbled. "I have magic."

"You're an animus?"

There was that word again. Animus. Was that what my magic was called? I didn't know, but the NightWings had used it quite often, both at Indigo and me.

"I guess?" I said.

"I didn't know RainWings had animus magic," the dragon said.

She seemed to know so much more about the world than I did. I didn't trust her.

Eventually, I started following the pattern that she was moving in to swim - left, right, wings. It was easier than I thought it would be. The other dragon - who had yet to explain who she was - was an expert at figuring out which of the conflicting currents would lead us to the shore of the main continent.

I clambered out onto the sand.

"Bye!" she said cheerfully, and disappeared back into the waves.

Despite my confusion as to why she would help me and expect nothing in return, I turned inland.

I was on the edge of a rainforest. I didn't know if it was the rainforest, though. For all I knew, Pyrrhia was entirely rainforest. It was all Indigo ever talked about.

Sand was an uncomfortable feeling on my talons. It felt like I was going to sink and suffocate in it. I tripped several times heading up the beach and into the cover and safety of the canopy.

Immediately, I felt much more at home than I ever was on the NightWing island. There was no sound but the rustling of wind in leaves and the chirping of birds high in the treetops. My vision was a sea of green - I hated the color green, but somehow it worked here. There were bright flowers and fruits everywhere.

I had never seen a place like this before. No wonder the NightWings wanted it so badly.

But I couldn't get distracted. I had done it - I had survived, with the unwelcome assistance of a random fish dragon.

Now came the second priority on my list.

Revenge.