Wings of Fire: Greed and Glory

Chapter 3

By the time the sun rose up, Scorch and Synthesis could see the Ring of Wings in the distance. It was a huge city in the shape of a giant ring and in the middle was the academy that taught anything a dragon could learn.

Scorch couldn't wait until he would get his wound fixed because he was tired of seeing the look of worry on Synthesis's face every time she glanced at it.

He had no idea how she was going to handle being doctor but she does care about others way more than she should.

Scorch and Synthesis started flying lower as they approached the Ring of Wings. As they got closer, Scorch could see hundreds of dragons scurrying across the streets. He noticed that most of them were hybrids. This is probably the only place they feel at home, Scorch realized. There were all sorts of hybrids: CloudWing/StreamWing, StoneWing/TreeWing, LightWing/HeatWing, and several more.

Scorch stumbled into the ground as he tried to land. He moaned as more blood oozed out of his wound. Synthesis let out some kind of startled gasp and dived down towards him so fast she almost lost her balance once she landed.

Some of the dragons passing by stopped to look at them shocked while others glared at Scorch as they passed by. What's that all about?

Synthesis pushed one of his wings out of the way and started examining his bleeding gash. "I'm fine," Scorch grumbled as he stood up on his feet, "let's just get to a doctor." Synthesis nodded and opened up a wing his way, wanting to help him walk. He didn't want to show it, but his gash hurt like heck. He sighed, then let her hold him up with her wing.

They started to make their way towards the doctor. He hated to feel weak and the looks that the passing dragons gave him weren't helping at all. They eventually reached a wide, white house with several plants growing around house. Scorch could even see a few trees and bushes the same emerald green as Synthesis's scales.

Synthesis knocked on the front door that had "Doctor" spelled out on it under the address. After a few seconds a large, female dragon opened the door. Scorch had never seen a dragon quite like her. She had blinding gold scales with a few sky blue scales scattered on her neck, body, and tail. She also had unusual gold feathered wings. It was pretty obvious to Scorch that she was a CloudWing and LightWing hybrid.

"Can I help you two?" She asked. "My name is Beacon." She was given a LightWing name, Scorch thought immediately. "Yes," Synthesis replied, "My friend has a deep gash in his leg." Then she flicked her tail towards his leg. Beacon nodded and said, "Come in," then she helped Synthesis bring him in and placed him on a table in the middle of the room.

"Wait here while I get the medicine and something to clean out the wound," Beacon said as she headed out the back door that leads to the garden. As Scorch waited, he saw there were chairs in almost every corner of the room and shelves on the sides of the room. There was also a small window on the back wall, which Synthesis was looking through, that showed the garden. "There's all sorts of herbs back there," Synthesis said enthusiastically, "Hopefully I'll be able to be a doctor here in the Ring of Wings some day." Scorch nodded and shifted his wings uncomfortably as blood spilled from his gash onto the white table.

When the doctor came back through the back door, not too long after, she was carrying a bucket of water, a small bowl, some herbs and berries, and a sponge. Synthesis's attention directed back to Beacon and sat down in a chair. The doctor then placed the items on the table next to Scorch and started mixing the herbs and the berries in the small bowl. Then she poured a little bit of water into the mixture of the herbs and berries and started mixing again. Once finished, she dipped the sponge into the medicine. This is gonna sting, Scorch thought. Beacon dabbed the sponge on Scorch's oozing gash several times and immediately his eyes grew two times wider and gripped the sides of the table, sinking his claws into the wood.

The doctor then grabbed some gauze and a long white bandage from the shelves. She placed the gauze on his wound and started wrapping the bandaged around his leg. "There we go," Beacon said satisfied, "in 4 to 5 days it should be healed."

"What?"  Scorch flared his wings. "I can't wait that long! The battle training class starts tomorrow!" "Scorch," Synthesis said, standing up, "You can't do battle training while your wounded." "I'm sorry, but you'll just have to wait till the next class," Beacon said sternly.

Scorch huffed a cloud of smoke and limped out through the door. He could here Synthesis thank Beacon for her help then run after him.

She grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. "You can't just walk off like that." "But the academy was the whole reason why we came here, and now I can't- wait, I have an idea." Scorch started to grin. "Oh no, don't tell me- wait, do tell me so I can stop you from doing anything crazy and stupid," Synthesis said, worried.

"What if I could still go to the academy and have them not know I was wounded at all."
"And how exactly are you going to pull this off?"
"You'll see"