Hall of Heroes : A Wings of Fire fanfiction

::Prologue::

"HURRY BRONZEPETAL!" a huge and heavily scarred skywing roared, opening her jaws wide, ready to shot out blistering flames. Her scales gleamed a spectrum of red and orange.

"Alright Flare!" whimpered a small dragonet, dashing as she made her way to her mother, her gaze on the floor. She trembled with fear. 

"LATE! AGAIN!" Flare roared as she smacked her daughter's face with her tail. The force of the impact sent the poor dragonet sprawling to the ground, her talons clutching her face. Psh, weak. Flare's mind rang out.

"I am not weak!" Bronze(petal) screamed, but tears were streaming down her snout, tracing the weird, silver teardrop shaped scale that sat next to her eyes.

"Hmph." Flare kicked Bronze. "Come on! We are going to be late! And stop crying!" She hissed.

"Alright." Bronze sniffed, wiped her tears and held her head high as she trailed behind her mother. She was used to such treatment, since life here was harsh anyway.

Flare marched up to Skyram's room, where the private meeting would take place. 

"Wait out here." Flare growled as she entered the room. Bronze nodded, sinking to the floor. Bronze tried to read their minds, like she could. But strangely, she couldn't. All she could hear was a quiet hum. Bronze sighed. Maybe if Hydra was still here, things could be better.... She could almost see her fierce friend, his scales a galaxy of dark blue, purple and black. She sighed again. 

"Quit sighing." a voice hissed. Bronze whirled around and saw that the door to Skyram's room was open, and that her mother was standing in the doorway. A massive nightwing stood behind her, his size even bigger than Flare's.  He was heavily scarred, and he was wearing an odd, black, shimmering rock on a piece of black cord. He also had a fleck of silver next to his eyes.  Flare glared at her daughter as Skyram studied her.

If she makes a  bad impression, I'll claw her, sang Flare's mind. Skyram studied her.

"Say, how old are you?" He said, circling Bronze. He reminded Bronze of a cat waiting to strike out and catch his prey. 

"T-Three years old." Bronze stuttered. She gazed at Skyram in fear as Skyram suddenly stopped.

"She'll do. Now come here..." Skyram's voice faded as he motioned Flare to follow him back into his room. He closed the door gently.

But something about his tone made Bronze feel uneasy as she gazed at the closed door.

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Sorry if the prologue sucks. I have writers block often, and I'll try to update more often.

Please comment feedback if you feel like the beginning need some improvements.