Sticks & Stones - A Wings Of Fire Fan Fiction

Chapter 3

One NightWing was on me before I could even blink. I scratched him down the back with my tail. The scar caught on fire. He screamed. The NightWing flapped his wings and hit me with fire. I laughed at this attempt out loud. The fire had no effect. I was soon on top, and soon, the seven others came at me. One bound my wings around me with what appeared to be rainforest vines. Before another could grab my tail, I hit him in the eye. He screamed and tore away. The first NightWing to attack me then died from his wounds. Strength was back. He tied vines around my mouth. The eight dragons that remained tied me up. Although I thrashed, it didn't do any good. I was soon bound. Strength walked in front of me.
"Now we want your son," he growled. "We know he's animus, and since you can't do anything about it, we are just going to take." I snarled through the vines. There was another thing I could do - another trick up my sleave. But it was dangerous, wasn't it? I concetrated. Fire apeared in the space between my scales. The tiny tougues of flame quickly grew, covering my scales. I had used the most dangerous of my abilities, lighting myself on fire. The flames quickly burned through the vines and the NightWings jumped back.
"If you want him, you have to go through me!" I grabbed the nearest NightWing and burned through his wings. He screamed, howled, and thrashed. Strength ran over and grabbed Driftwood.
"Retreat!" Strength yelled. I clawed another, then gouged his eyes. Strength took off, along with the five NightWings that remained. I lept into the air, catching the nearest tail and yanking him back. The fire had cooled, and I got a kick in the face. The one I grabbed escaped, along with Strength and Driftwood. I watches them with dark red eyes all the way to the horizon. I had to get help.