Wings of Fire: A Destiny Found

~CHAPTER 5~

       "I'm going to go in there and kill him!" Glow exclaimed. Corona and Kite were frantically scrambling to stop her, Corona holding her back mostly, barely concealing their position from their targets. Glow was struggling, whacking them with her tail and beating them with her giant wings. Her talons scraped them a few times by accident and kicked them just a few more than that.

       "Are you CRAZY, Glow?!" Corona exclaimed in fear. "You're a great fighter, but not THAT great! The second you barge in there, Morrowseer is going to read your mind and know exactly what your next attack is going to be and crush you instantly. He's huge, AND a NightWing! You can't win!" Glow finally stopped struggling in Corona's talons and collapsed from exhaustion. Panting, she got back up and faced her friend. "We need to be smart about this. We can't give away our position, otherwise Glory's not going to be the only dead one–we will be, too." Glow took a step back and took a few deep breaths. I hate to admit it, but she's right–again. We need to be careful and make sure that Glory doesn't get killed. Or any of them for that matter.

       Glow simply went limp, and Corona seemed to get the message, and released her.

       Glow and Corona shifted back to their original spot where the dragonets were in view. Starflight came back, wearing the most dreadful and anxious expression she had seen on any dragon, and turned towards another room. Glow turned to find another hole to spy into.

       Morrowseer went off in the same direction as they had seen the guardians run off to, and something dropped in the pit of her stomach. "Corona, try and find somewhere where you can spy on them, me and Kite will stay here." She nodded and slunk off to examine the mountainside. Glow ignored the silence from Kite and focused on the task at hand.

       She saw Clay hurry towards Starflight's worried form. "What happened? What did he say to you?" He asked.

       "I'm not supposed to talk about it." He said. He sat in the middle of the room, poking his snout through several scrolls on the floor.

       "It's over here." Clay said, nudging a fat scroll over to Starlight from underneath his sleeping cave, Glow assumed. Starflight took the scroll and carried it under his wing to his ledge. He curled up with his tail over his nose and started reading. Aw, he knows where his favourite scroll is. Clay looked at him in disbelief.

       "Wow, so it was that bad?" Clay asked disbelievingly. Oh Clay, if you only knew.

       "I have a lot to learn." Starflight replied sullenly.

       "But you already know everything! You have to be the smartest dragon in all of Pyrrhia. Couldn't he tell that by reading your mind?" Clay pushed.

       Starflight didn't answer him. Poor Starflight.

       "I thought he liked you. Surely he said something about what a great and noble dragon you must be because you're a NightWing." Clay figured.

       Starflight let out a long and tired breath before answering. "Yeah. That's exactly what he told me, actually."

       "Oh. Well, that's good, isn't it? Did he say when you'll get your powers?" Clay asked. So he doesn't have NightWing powers either. That's a bit of a relief.

       Starflight was mostly silent, depression making the atmosphere too heavy for anyone's liking. "Well, at least you're not a RainWing. Did Morrowseer say anything about Glory?" Clay tried to ask him.

       Starflight looked at him with a frown. "Not much. He said 'Don't worry about the RainWing. I'll take care of it.'" Another cold chill ran down Glow's scales at the repetition of those fear inducing words.