Wings of Fire: The Fallen Heirs

Chapter Five

Crimson and Nocturnal raced to where Sunny and Sandstone had landed. Sunny had some dented scales and scratches on her side. Her breathing was a little noisy too. Once in a while, she would cough.

Sandstone had some bruises on his face, but he seemed to be doing better. Right now, he was trying to explain what had happened at the Scorpion Den, while Tsunami was growling in anger. At one point, she let out her anger at a tree, and almost completely ripped it out of the ground, when Sunny walked over and started trying to calm her down.

What happened to them?, Crimson thought. Looks like they ran into the mountain. Or maby the mountain ran into them. That would be kind of creepy to see. Crimson tried to figure out what everyone was saying. Tsunami had finished yelling, but now she scowled and glared at anyone who dared to get to close to her. Sunny and Sandstone both wore matching expressions of concern.

Nocturnal was staring, his eyes never leaving the area of the conversation. It was obvious he was listening to the whole thing. He's probably seeing what they saw too. "Nocturnal?"

He turned his head a little bit, signalling that he was listening, but wasn't going to move from his position. "What are you seeing? You look like you just found a scavenger that can fly."

"I'm not sure," he said, a little bit of confusion in his voice. "I can see their experiences clearly, but I don't know what to make of it. They were attacked by dragons... sort of."

"What do you mean sort of?", Crimson asked, feeling as if Nocturnal was pausing, and being quiet, and keeping back information on purpose.

Nocturnal thought for a second, his head tilted. "They kind of seemed like Sandwings. But they were more like statues if you ask me. Maybe an animus?"

This had crossed Crimson's thoughts a few times. "I guess it could be, but why not just make a giant bomb, or an infinant sandstorm or something. It seems like it would be better to do something simpler."

Then, there was a loud flapping sound in the air. Looking up, Nocturnal and Crimson saw a deep red Skywing, with a few metallic silver scales. His eyes were a grey blue color. He was hovering above the trees, giving the ground a worried, like it might swallow him up.

Crimson could tell when Nocturnal started reading the strange Skywing's mind. His eyes widened and he quickly backed up a step. "Three moons that's a lot of thinking in one head! Ya, I'm blocking him off. Are we sure he's not gonna explode right now???"

Sunny looked up. "Come on guy, don't tell me you can't land!"

"As a matter of fact, I can't."

"Are you afraid of heights or something? Because if you are, that would be extremely hilarious." Sandstone laughed, but then yelped. "On second thought, don't make me laugh. It makes me neck hurt.

"I'm not afraid of heights," the Skywing said quietly. "I'm afraid of falling, which is completely different."

"Sorry buddy, I don't mean to be mean, but either you're going to land on the ground on your own, your going to stay up there until you pass out, and then fall, or I'm going to do this," Tsunami said.

The Skywing looked like he was about to ask her what she ment, when Tsunami leaped into the air, smacking him hard enough to nock him "softly" into a tree.

"Tsunami, how could you do that? He already has enough problems," Sunny said.

All the Seawing did was shrug. "Sorry, I'm in a sowur mood, and I needed someone to wack." She turned towards the tree, where the Skywing was awkwardly hanging upside down, trying to climb down.