Inverted (Dead lol)

Chapter 5

Soar's POV
Flying in a storm over near the Shimmering Isles...

  "WOOHOO!! MISSED ME!" I yelled up at the storm raging above me. The lightning swarmed the sky, but I expertly curved and dodged all of them. Young and bold. I looked back at the coast of my destination. If I didn't go now, I would be sucked by the storm all the way to the Far South.

I felt the air pressure drop, so I looked off in the distance and smiled. A water spout was forming, so I flew into the spinning winds, going faster and faster as the water sprayed me. At the right moment, I let it launch me out, propelling me all the way to the coastline.

  I started to glide down, feeling the wind blow over my wings. Ah, the advantage of being a Kite dragon.

  I sailed smoothly into a cave in the side of a cliff, then curled up and waited patiently. I began to doubt whether or not my friend was going to come.

  I then heard wing beats, and a large Peridot dragon flew inside. She took one look at me and lit up her face.

  "Hello Olive!" I cheered, and she rushed over and nuzzled me. "How have you been?"

"Great!" She replied with enthusiasm. Her face then turned to one of worry. "Have you seen any funny-colored dragons?"

  What? "No," I responded, confused as she sighed with relief. "Why?"

  "Haven't you heard? There's a plague!" I shuddered when she spoke the word.  "And there's word that neither wizard nor dragon could find out the origin or the cure!"

  That was disturbing. What was even more disturbing was the loud dragon shriek that only a metallic dragon could manage.

  Wordlessly, I nodded to Olive, and we slipped out of the cave, taking flight in the direction of the roar. You see, I may be a traveler, and Olive a constructor, but we were raised and trained together as warriors by an old witch. Or hag. Whatever you want.

  We heard a fainter, more frantic sound of a baby dragon, not metallic. This was strange. Was the other dragon attacking a baby?

  We were forced to rethink when we heard the second roar: same dragon, but angrier and more desperate. Clearly, this was a life-or-death situation.

  I gave up on any predictions when we caught sight of the strange circumstances.

  Here's what was insanely wrong:

  1: A Silver dragon and a baby Pollen dragon are on the Shimmering Isles.

  2: The Silver dragon is flashing colors.

  3: There is a group of wizards trying to abduct them.

  I had no idea on what kind of nets the Wizards are using, and they keep firing darts at them. There would be no use in chatting.

  I used my classic Kite dragon move and dive bombed them. I wasn't sure what Olive was doing, but I'm guessing she's getting the dragonling to a safe place.

  I heard someone suck in a powerful breath, and I just had time to get out of the way before a large blast of- I did a double-take- brown metal shards.

  The wizards were dead. Period. Well, except that one guy I saw teleport away. Oh well. I look up and jaw-dropped.

  The Silver dragon was inverted. Brown scales, black fur, green wings and underbelly. But the eyes were still the same color.

  "Th-thank you," she whispered, her voice savage but her eyes kind. She looked like she had rabies, but with a piece of sanity. I noticed a hook-shaped scar running from the side of her muzzle up to her right eye.

  "Careful, Soar," I heard Olive speak. "She could turn any time." The Silver dragon laughed.

  "As long as I have something to live for, I'm not becoming a murderer." We heard a squeak from nearby. The Pollen dragonling. She ran and nuzzled the Silver, who's scales started reverting back.

  "Interesting," Olive mused, although I could tell that, like me, she was shell-shocked. "It seems that determination could play a factor for a cure. I need to find a healer dragon," she decided.

  "R u gonna b ok, Queen?" I heard the Pollen croak. Fitting name.

  "Yes, Nissa. I already am," She replied, a warmth not usually heard in a Treasure dragon's voice. Were they mother and daughter?

  I was the only one who noticed her falter slightly before her eyes glazed over, and she slumped to the ground.

  "QUEEN!" We flew over to her, Nissa whimpering as she nipped her tail. Olive placed the underside of her foot onto her neck.

  "She's only knocked out, she'll wake up later," Olive spoke with certainty in her voice. Nissa smiled and buried herself into the body.

  "How will we carry her though?" I asked. Queen was obviously weighing about 3 tons, give or take.

  "The old-fashioned way." I felt the urge to slap my forehead, but I don't have limbs.

  A few hours later, we managed to drag her into what Nissa said was her den. I'm surprised that all there is for treasure is a chest and some coins.

  I laid down on the floor, exhausted. Kite dragon only carry their own weight, nothing else. Olive was out hunting. That was a mind blow, I mean, I know she's a constructor but jeez!

  Nissa was patiently waiting for Queen to wake up. Occasionally, she would bound over to me and ask some random questions, like how you grow dragon snaps and how it feels to not have to flap your wings as much to fly. Typical dragonling stuff.

  When Olive returned with some deer and sarjin peppers, we saved the rest for Queen. We had to wait a few hours before she woke up, and by then it was nightfall. She was mostly silent, with a few grunts of impressment here and there. 

  "So, what's it like being inverted?" I asked Queen. She looked at me hard.

  "The better question is, what's it like losing your body?"

 
  Soar: dragonvale.obsessed
  Olive: dragonvale.lover
  Nissa & Queen: bostonbaeflower123