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

Part 2: Chapter 17 & 18

(3rd Pov Starflight)

Fatespeaker and Starflight trudged back to the dormitory, wearily. Starflight had told Fatespeaker what he knew about the ancient dragons along the way - what they were and who found them. He never addressed Stormcaller by name, though. He didn't want to run the risk of any NightWings to hear about it.

Starflight hoped that dawn was farther away than Deathbringer had said, but he had a feeling Morrowseer would be breathing angry heat into his face within a horribly short span of time.

"Poor Squid," Fatespeaker said, pausing outside the dormitory entrance. "I guess now we'll have to work with your SeaWing instead." She sighed and headed back to her sleeping spot.

Chills rippled through Starflight's scales like clouds billowing outside the skylight. Tsunami. That was who he had to warn. Morrowseer had said, "We have another SeaWing. We just have to retrieve her from the rainforest." Had they gone after her already? Had they tried? Was she all right?

'I can warn her. If it's not too late . . .'
He hurried to his bed and scrabbled among the rocks until he found the tiny hole where he'd stashed the dreamvisitor. This time he'd find someone in the rainforest who would listen to him. He had to.

He pulled the blanket over himself again and cupped the jewel in his talons, then pressed it to his head. 'Tsunami. Please be there. Tsunami.'

As always, his first though was of Sunny, and then the other flashed through his head: Tsunami, Clay, Stormcaller, and Glory. . .

And then he was falling, suddenly, through a bright, cloudless blue sky. He snapped his wings open, catching a rising wind, and looked up.

Above him, glimmering in the sun, were six shapes. He recognized Sunny immediately: her golden scales couldn't be mistaken for anyone else's. She was playing a looping game of chase with Claw, her quick agility outmaneuvering his giant wings, both of them laughing.

Tsunami and Glory circled them, calling out suggestions. Glory's wings were dark purple, and she wore a small crown of iridescent ruby-red flowers.

Stormcaller was watching Clay and Sunny with an amused expression. Sunlight was reflecting off of his pitch black scales and seemed to make his white scales glow a pure white with bits of red.

And there was Starflight himself, flying along with the others and smiling like nothing could ever be wrong. He looked different here - bigger, kinder, warmer somehow. In fact, they all did. Tsunami and Glory rarely smiled so much in real life; Clay was almost never this fast or graceful; Stormcaller looked relaxed, which he almost never was in real life. He always looked as if he was ready for something to happen, even in his sleep.

'Whose dream is this?' he wondered, but it wasn't hard to guess.
Sunny darted away from the others like a dragon fly and dropped toward him, beaming.

"Two of you in one dream!" she said happily. "How weird is that?" she flitted around him, brushing her wings against his, and then zipped back up to tug on Clay's tail.

He couldn't himself to speak. Being near her, it all came rushing back - how he'd loved her his whole life and how impossible the whole the thing was, not least because they were from different tribes.

If he could make himself talk, if he could warn her about Tsunami, maybe she would listen . . .
But the blue sky was abruptly swallowed in darkness, and he was falling again, until her was surrounded by bubbles and cool green light.

Underwater. 'This must be Tsunami's dream.'
He waved his wings and spun slowly in the water. Sure enough, there she was, with her claws wrapped around the neck of a skeletal green dragon.