What if... - Putrid reflection

Chapter B

This can't be happening, maybe it's a dream, I probably stepped on one of those dart frogs and this is all a big nightmare.

"Don't even think about including me in this, I have enough to see you every day," the SkyWing spits from his position on the high rocks of the cave, "I don't even want to think about why I'm here, burn my scales, I miss the other cave."

It has to be, it must! The NightWings, we are dragons with incredible powers, we 'have' to have something better than this.

"Don't be such a killjoy, I'm the one who's having the worst time, but even if you tease me and beat me every day, sometimes it's fun to be with you," shouts the SeaWing with a mixture of shame and pride.

"It must be because you liked to make fun of us and hid behind the adults to take care of your own scales," the SandWing spat at the aforementioned, her tail began to wag up and down.

Are these dragonets going to replace us? They cannot replace us. I don't want to. No, no, no!

"That's not true, you're always bitter who don't like to have fun, would it hurt to be more-" he had to interrupt himself and jump to the side to avoid the claw of the SandWing flying to his position, tripping and falling on his back.

The Sand Wing didn't missed a beat and put her talon on the neck of the SeaWing, who struggled with no avail. "You know, there's no adults around now, maybe you can learn to be a little more humble, Squid."

The SandWing's mouth began to smoke, its victim began to flutter more forcefully while its dry eyes begged for mercy in a muffled voice.

For his part, Starflight could barely get out of his panic trance to witness the fight of the two dragonets, those dark eyes reminded him of Blister's stalking look against him in the summer palace, again his mind screamed but his muscles did not react.

It was in the blink of an eye the night engulfed them, or at least 2 starry wings that impacted on the body of the SandWing.

"Could you please not do anything stupid Viper?!" Fatespeaker said with wings up and Squid gasping for air behind her, "Three moons, if anything happened to Squid the prophecy is over."

Now Viper rises from the ground, only her wings look tired and legs trembling, "we're here for that damn prophecy, curse my life," she turns to the end of the cave and leans back, carrying an injured leg, "I'm so hungry, thank a lot, Ochre."

At this, Starflight slowly recovers his reason, again dragons were in danger and he was stiff as a rock, but what surprised him the most is how no one else, besides Fatespeaker, dared to intervene.

The MudWing barely moaned on the ground as the SkyWing witnessed everything from its height, didn't they care? Are they so unbearable to tear each other apart?

His gaze turns to the injured Viper, while suppressing a desire to comfort her, if it had been different, it would be Sunny taking her place, taken away from her home with dragons she doesn't know to stop a war she doesn't know.

This is wrong, this is so wrong, the idea of being replaced was starting to fit with him, a thousand and one things could have gone wrong with his friends to ruin the prophecy, three moons, we don't even have a SkyWing as the prophecy dictates, of course they would replace us.

But this is much worse, these dragonets do not like each other, Starflight's claws scrape against the dust and stone of the ground, for 6 years they had to take care of each other from the punishments and abuse of Kestrel and Dune, here these dragonets destroy themselves by the slightest insult.

Starflight's spirits must have warned Fatespeaker, who brushed a wing with his "don't worry about them, they always fight over anything, they'll soon get over it" her compassionate eyes warned him that she was telling the truth, and a moan reminded him of the MudWing.

His limp body and coarse face reminded him of Clay after eating a sick cow, "what's wrong with him?"

"Him? Ough, Ochre ate all our food, and it was super rotten, so here he is regretting his gluttony," he continued with a desperate call, "he can recover on its own," when Clay got sick it didn't mean anything good.

He didn't have much interest in his well-being, but an idea formed for Starflight...

He looked at the SeaWing, who was spitefully watching Viper, "hey, your name was Squid right?" being called by his name caught his attention.

"Of course, Squid the Sea Wing of the prophecy, unique and irreplaceable," his tone of voice reminded Starflight of a certain dragonet he knows.

He brushed any annoyance on his face, "do you think you can massage the belly of Ochre? A friend of mine always had stomach aches, and doing that made him feel better."

"I?... Who do you think you are giving me orders? Why doesn't he do it himself, or why don't you do it if you care so much?"

Yep, he definitely reminds me of Tsunami, so arrogant and thinking for himself, he had years of experience with his attitude, so he knew how to act accordingly "it's not that I care, but if you are of this prophecy, I think I know the one, and it needs the 5 dragonets of destiny, if something were to happen to one, what do you think would happen?"

He had to fake that arrogant tone to get on his nerves, it wasn't so convincing in his opinion but it should be enough.

"W-what... Well, but I don't want to do it, let him do it to himself," I turn indignantly, really obtuse, classic.

"Your little talons would be more effective, although if you don't want to help him it's very much your problem," I don't sound so sarcastic, this was easier with the others.

With a grunt, Squid tried to spit towards Starflight, but due to the low humidity nothing came out but a breath of air, "don't think I'm going to do it, he can recover on his own," then took slow steps towards a corner away from Viper and laid down.

He took a quick look at the pile of rocks that the SkyWing was on, his intolerant attitude and sharp eyes reminded him of Glory, even though they are not of the same species, these two aren't afraid to show how they feel.

Now it was time to see the last dragonet of the cave, who looked at him as if his face was full of mud, "what the heck was all that?"

A sneer escaped Starflight's lips as he remarked "that, my dear, is the way we got ourselves a moment to talk."