NEW DAWN

CHAPTER EIGHT: OPAL

  Opal looked around with bleary eyes. Being half blind when she woke up was completely

new to her. That never happened to her when she was a dragon. Opal hated being a scavenger. She'd always thought the creatures were interesting, but never had she wished to be one. It was so different. Too different. She missed her mother. She missed the Rain Kingdom. But it wasn't all bad for her. She still had some dragons that she knew well or at least knew. There were some outsiders, like that evil ThunderWing Storm-whatever who probably killed half her family, and that other scavenger that said he was something called a WispyWing. At least she had her best friends, Startide, Tempest and Huntinglily with her. Sure they didn't talk to each other much anymore, but they still had late night talks about their cute pet sloths and little siblings. Opal's train of thought continued on, only to be interrupted by a cough from behind her.

She turned around, and was greeted by the cold grey eyes of that SandWing Scavenger. He drew his pointy claw thing and in a hushed tone, said "You. Bed. Now." Opal slowly walked backwards towards her bunk and sat down. The SandWing scavenger continued to advance, then said "Next time, don't look like you're planning something with Stormbringer." She looked in the way of his hand and realized that she had been thinking right above the evil ThunderWing Storm-something. She quickly gasped a hushed "Sorry!" The other dragon/ scavenger withdrew into the shadows and she heard the sound of his sword being sheathed. Her breaths became more relaxed and she collapsed with a final thought of "What's his problem?"