Wings of fire Short stories

How our love came to be

(Moonflower's POV)

I shivered as my talons sank into the soft snow.
But it wasn't the cold that chilled me, it was the reason that I was here that had me disturbed.

~FlashBack~
"Find their Queen," Morrowseer's voice rung in her head. "And kill her."

"Yes, sir," I showed no emotion. Inside, I really was feeling a mixture of things. Fear, anxiety, excitement, nervousness, surprise and determination.

I was never given a job like this. It was true that I was an experienced NightWing assassin, but this mission must be suicide.

Go into the heart of the arctic (freezing), at nighthawk (double freezing) and kill the Queen.

That was going to be hard.

"Can I go too?" A little voice called from behind me called out.

I turned to see a year old dragonet, assassin in training.

"No," Morrowseer stated firmly, giving the child a hard stare. "You are too young."

The hopeful expression on his face dropped to disappointment.

Morrowseer nodded at me, then turned and disappeared into the long tunnels of the volcano.

"Don't you hate the smell of this place?" I changed the subject, nudging the trainee. "I hate sulphur, the rotten egg aroma stinks- literally."

He grunted, sadness in his eyes. Obviously, he was upset that he still wasn't allowed on his first mission.

"Hey," I bent down so I was face-to-face with him. "Cheer up, Deathbringer. You will get to the continent some day- I assure you. But you're one. It's scary out there, and dangerous. When you are older, I bet you'll be an even better assassin than me. For now though, you have to train."

He snorted, "Me? Better than you? I can only dream! You're so awesome, best of the best!"

"Thanks, bud," I laughed while I patted his head.

"I wish you were my mother," he smiled sadly.

The question had shocked me, scared me if that.

Before I could say anything, Deathbringer continued.

"I mean, my moms alright but..." Pain shimmered in his eyes. "She's never there. She's cruel and always angry at me. It's not my fault that I choke on that terrible carcass."

I chuckled, "It is pretty bad, isn't it?"

He nodded vigorously.

"I can't be your mother," I told him. "But I will be guardian. I'll be here for you when you need me. Because truthfully- I wish you were my dragonet."

He smiled at me, and I returned it.

I really did look at him as my child, I loved him like a mother would- or should.

"Can I call you mom?" He asked hopefully.

I nodded, then paused. "Just not around others- you know what Morrowseer would say?"

"'She is not your mother. In fact, don't think of anyone as your mother. A true assassin does not make permanent attachments,'" Deathbringer mimicked the old dragon's voice.

We both burst out laughing. I laughed so hard it drew tears to my eyes.

"Well," I sighed as the laughter died down. "I should go, gotta go kill the IceWing Queen."