Sticks & Stones - A Wings Of Fire Fan Fiction

Chapter 1

Right after the WoSS ended.
Wildfire and I sat up on a ledge over looking a small valley below. We were watching our dragonets play. His was Basilisk, a SeaWing SkyWing hybrid. Mine was Driftwood, a SeaWing SandWing hybrid. Driftwood dodged a tail thwack from Basilisk and ducked under and bit her light purple underbelly. Basilisk yelped, and loudly. Being a hybrid, she was deep purple with red SeaWing glow scales and large sky wings. She had pink her or there on her scales, and yellow eyes. Like a purple SeaWing with SkyWing wings. Driftwood had no glow scales, and looked more like a SandWing other than his gills. He was dark yellow and had a green SandWing crest and blue horns. He had light blue eyes. I felt a warm, sandy wing on my shoulder. I turned. It was Wasp, my brother. -see Flaming Battles- He was a very light sandy and grey color. Wasp, like Driftwood, wad animus. His twin brotger was the one who cursed my egg. He put his wing around me. Ever thing was great.
One morning I slept in the sands of the desert. A distant voice awoke me.
"Mother!" called the voice. "Mommy!" I was nudged awake by Driftwood. He held a shiny golden necklace with a pratically glowing diamond pendant. "Mummah!" Driftwood smiled.
"Yes, Drifty," I giggled and nuzzled him.
"Uncle Wildfire was reading me a story about two aninus dragons! One turned himself to stone and one put it in a vessel!" Driftwood babbled. "So I took all my aninus ability and put it in this necklace so I may cast as many spells as I want with out it effecting me!" Driftwood was smiling from ear to ear as he hopped from one foot to another. I sat up.
"That's wonderful, Drifty," I said. Driftwood put on the necklace and grabbed a rock from the ground. He allowed it to float around him. The necklace shuddered.
A few days later
I decided to teach Driftwood how to hunt. We flew around the mountains until we spotted a lone moution goat perched near a cave.
"Watch closely," I hissed to Driftwood. I twisted and dove down to the goat. Right at the last second, the goat noticed me. In bleating screaming fear, the goat scurried up the rocks. Something black slammed into me. NightWing! The goat scrambled away as an entirly ebony black dragon sat on top of me. He snickered evily.