Wings of Fire: The Fallen Heirs

Chapter Six

Starflight's ears twitched, and he turned his head away from the desk he was sitting at in his room, to the entrance.

          I can here Sunny's footsteps.  Who's that with her though?

          Sunny nocked at the door.  "Do you have a minute?  I brought someone here who needs your help."

          He nodded, looking over the scegual of the week he had planned out in his head.  "Ya, I've got time.  Who's with you?  I don't recognise him.  He's not one of the students?"

          "No.  He doesn't remember who he was.  He's a random Skywing with amnesia who was at the Scorpion Den.  He still remembers how to talk, move, read, write, and draw though.  He also remembers that he's got grey blue eyes, and that he's fifteen."

          Interesting.  I wonder if I can fix this.  Then again, what if he was a psycho before the amnesia?

          "He's also got some major migraines, a burning pain in his chest and stomach, and he seems to have certain senses disappear periodically.

          "Anything else I should know?",  Starflight chuckled.  He slowly moved the chair he was sitting in, and then he started scrolling through all the diseases and birth defects he knew about.

          "Well he's got some silver scales along with the red ones, he had a little bit of dashavue, and he has made some theories about himself."

          "Wo, wo, wo...  Please start from the beginning.  I need as much information as possible if I'm to help."

          Sunny told Starflight about what had happened at the Scorpion Den, and then about their flight back to Jade Mountain.  She also told him about the Skywing's fear of falling.

          Three moons she almost died!!!  Also, what dragon, or Skywing for that matter is afraid of falling?

          "I noticed a few times that you said he had some strange opinions about himself.  Can you give me some specifics?", Starflight asked.

          Without Sunny noticing, the Skywing cleared his throat.  "If I say, don't jump to any conclusions or think I'm crazy immediately please.  Or if you do, please don't say anything out loud.  Could you do that?"

          Starflight nodded.  Dang, he's really nervous.

          "Well, I have a sort of instinctual feeling that I was originally a huma-...  I mean a scavenger.  Also, I thought there was only supposed to be one moon.  To top it all off, everybody thinks scavengers are stupid."

          Starflight took a few seconds to gather his thoughts.  Then he made a decision.  "I'm not going to share my opinion on your beliefs about yourself, but I do need you to tell me of any specific problems your having.  When did your migraines start?  When does this burning pain start?  Try and describe everything as best as you can."

          The Skywing paced around the room for a little bit, then he finally stopped.  "Well, the migraines have been going on ever since I can remember, the burning pain comes and goes every few hours, and I am kind of believing I might be crazy."

          He thought about this.  So he doubts himself a little.  Then, Starflight lifted his head a little.  "Crimson's coming.  I can hear her steps echoing down the halls."

          The Skywing seemed to put two and two together.  "Are you blind?  I'm not trying to be rude, but I was trying to figure that out.  If so you're great at hiding that."

          At that moment, Crimson nocked at the entrance.  "Sorry, I thought you'd need Skywing advice.  Can I come in?"

          Starflight nodded, and both Crimson and Sunny Sat down on some of the chairs lined next to the entrance.  The unnamed Skywing still paced around though.

          "I would actually like to ask some questions for you.  Do you know if migraines, or an extreme burning pain in Skywings means anything?"

          "I've heard that a burning pain like that could mean a build up fire that hasn't been blown.  It's pretty common with dragons that were born with not enough fire.  As for the migraines, I don't know."  She paused, then chuckled.  "Do you recall being bumped on the head?"  The other Skywing ignored this.

          Starflight continued, leaning forward.  "Do you know why he has silver scales, and why his eyes are a grey blue?"

          He couldn't tell, but Crimson shrugged.  "Maybe he's part Nightwing.  It would explain his headaches.  Read any minds lately?"

          The Skywing shook his head no.

          "Maybe he's part Rainwing then.  As for grey blue eyes, I have blue eyes don't I?"

          All of the sudden, there was a crashing noise, and Starflight's head shot up.  "What was that?"

          "The Skywing just vanished right in front of me!  Where'd he go???"  He heard Sunny walk a few steps forward, and then she tripped, falling face first.  "Ow!!!  He's invisible?!?!  Maybe he is part Rainwing."

          Starflight crouched down and felt for a pulse.  The Skywing was still breathing.  "I think he just blacked out."

          "I can't see him at all.  What should we do?"  Sunny looked for the same spot on the Skywing's unseen neck, as if she wasn't sure he was alive.

          Starflight thought as fast as he could.  "We should probably leave him right here.  We might hurt him if we try and move him.  He could have spinal damage, and we might not know it."

          "It's not mean of me to say that this makes me not trust this guy right?  I mean, what if he's not really asleep, and then he gets up while invisible, and tries to murder us all?"

          Starflight put a claw to his mouth to quiet them, grabbed a pair of keys, cautiously walked to the door, had Sunny and Crimson come out, and then he locked the door shut.  "When he wakes up, he'll probably nock on the door.  If he doesn't, we'll check on him tommarow."

          Sunny yawned.  "Great plan.  I'm going to bed.  Way to much excitement in one day for me."  Starflight heard her walking down the hallway towards her room.

          "Well I'm way to excited for sleep.  I'm going to the library to look for stuff like this.  This is scary!!!"  She called things like this down to Starflight as she ran to the Library.

          Starflight stood there for a while, listening.  The crickets had started chirping, and almost everyone in the school was sleeping.  Not even a good night???  Well that's rude.