Rain and Night - A Glorybringer Story

Chapter 18

Deathbringer flew through the rainforest, dizzy with excitement. He was going to have dragonets of his own. With Glory. 

What would our dragonets be like? He wondered. Colourful, or dull? Would they have powers? What would they look like? Behave like? Deathbringer smiled as he imagined tiny Glories smirking at everyone. Or miniature versions of himself with colour-changing scales. Or maybe their dragonets would have more of a mix of features from both their father and mother. 

Never had he imagined himself having dragonets. Those awful few months after Quickstrike died ... Deathbringer wasn't sure if his life was worth living anymore. Alone, going on dangerous, tiring missions to murder dragons ... it sure wasn't very fun. But now he had Glory, and the promise of at least one perfect dragonet of theirs. He sighed happily.

Deathbringer soon approached the Royal Pavilion, where Starchaser was waiting to meet with him and talk about the big investigation about Fierceteeth and her gang, as well as the missing NightWings. He noticed that Cunning was with her. Apparently, none of the missing NightWings had been found yet, although a NightWing named Brightclaws had admitted to knowing some information about it. 

"Of course, Fierceteeth is as stubborn as ever," Starchaser said. "but today we're going to try one last time to get some information out of her. Would you like to come?"

"Sure," Deathbringer said, noting how everyone was now talking to him with some level of respect. Right now, he wanted to be accompanying Glory on her walk through the rainforest, but she might like to have some alone time in the middle of all the business of running a kingdom. "I'll go."

He flew beside the two other NightWings until they reached the guarded little prison. Fierceteeth glared at him murderously, her wings flared, as soon as he approached. Right. She hates me because I chose to be on Glory's side. The female SandWing who had stabbed him looked up regretfully, miserable in the humid conditions. 

"Fierceteeth," Starchaser said firmly, eyeing the young NightWing. "This is the last time we're going to try questioning you. Please answer this time."

"Traitor!" Fierceteeth spat. "How dare you let down the tribe like this! If I were queen, we wouldn't have to bow down to measly RainWings!"

Starchaser glared at her with her stern gaze. 

"Who are you allied with?" Deathbringer suddenly asked. "Who else is involved in your plans?"

The treasonous NightWing growled at him. "I won't tell," she declared, frowning. "So quit trying to ask me stupid questions."

Deathbringer narrowed his eyes. This sure is a difficult dragon. Fierceteeth was stubborn, and that was annoying. She was not just stubborn, though. She was angry, and that made it a whole lot worse. Deathbringer and Starchaser then took turns unsuccessfully trying to coax her into saying something useful, but nothing worked. Eventually, they had to give up. 

Starchaser suggested he do something else because clearly it was pointless to interrogate Fierceteeth, so Deathbringer flew off to find Glory.