Draco lay on the stone floor while his brother read aloud from a scroll. Draco couldn't read scrolls himself, because he was a firescales, while his twin brother, Pyrrhotite, was fireless.
Draco loved listening to stories from the scrolls and wished he could read them by himself. It was the worst part of being firescales.
Draco was listening intently as Phyrrho told the story of an IceWing who journeyed to the stars, at least he was before his mother called to him from one of the other caves, "Draco, can you come here for a moment?"
Venturing through the stone tunnels of the caves his family lived in, Draco turned into the cave that held the cave that his parents used as their room where his mother was standing, holding a wax candle in one talon.
"Can you light this candle?" she asked, "It's getting dark, and you know I'm awful at aiming the small sparks."
"Of course." All Draco had to do was touch the wick with his talon to ignite it.
"Thank you."
Draco nodded, it was one of the very few ways his firescales were useful.He as headed out of the cave on his way to the largest cave where his brother was waiting for him Draco decided to check on the two eggs in the nursery cave.
One egg was vibrant yellow with red streaks like blood dripping down the side, they had just learned that it held a sister for Draco and Pyrrhotite. The other was an identical shade of brown to Draco's talons, horns, and spinities, it had been identified as a male egg.
What's it going to be like with such small dragonets here? Draco and his family had often worried about the danger of his firescales to his unhatched siblings.
So caught up in worry and anticipation, Draco didn't realize that only the small flick of his tail would set the nest ablaze.
"MOM! DAD!" he cried as the nest lit with fire. His mother was the first to answer his desprate call. "What is-" she cut off with a gasp, her amber eyes widening bigger than Draco had ever seen them.
His father took one look at the fire and barreled past them into it. His mother ran to find something to help put out the fire while Draco could only stand paralysed in shock and horror. He barely acknowledged Phyrrho came up to him, "What happened?"
Before Draco knew it, it was all over. The brown egg with a brother inside was dead. His sister had been spared, but there was no saving the blackened egg. Draco had cried, they all did, his tears instantly turning to steam.
It was a quiet night, Draco and Pyrrotite had hone to sleep, but neither of them could.
"What are we supposed to do about this?" Their father's gruff voice could be heard from Pyrrho and Draco's cave. "What do you mean?" their mother's voice projected her grief just as powerfully as his father's did his rage.
"I'm just saying," said his father, "back in my day, dragons like that were thrown off cliffs."
"Crimson!" his mother gasped, soumding just as shocked and hurt as Draco, "You can't possibly even say that!"
"He's dangerous, Zenith!" His father had always been the least acceptant of his son's condition.
Draco heard the sound of scales against stone as his mother brought herself to her talons, "He's our son!"
"That dosen't make him any less a freak." Freak, Draco had heard the word many times directed at him and his brother, but never from his own family.
"Crimson!" his mother snapped at her partner as if he was a young dragonet who broke something valuable.
"I'm just sayin' what we've both been thinking for the past four years!"
CLANG!
"Draco!" Pyrrhotite whispered, his deep green eyes that were identical to Draco's were wide with every emotion from shock to grief.
"Come on." Draco replied, standing from his place on the floor. Pyrrho reluctantly followed.
The brothers didn't have to turn into the room to know that there was a fight, the shadows were projected onto the cave wall by candlelight.
Draco had never seen any dragon, much less his parents fight like that. They were both veterans from the SandWing War of Succession, so they knew how to fight based off of more than instinct. One of their father's horns had been snapped in half by his partner.
It wasn't for awhile when Draco looked over to see his brother crying, "N-No," he sputtered, "they love eachother."
This is all my fault. Draco realized. He took one long look at his brother before heading to the exit of the caves, "I have to leave."
Draco opened his wings to fly away into the night. "Stop!" Pyrrhotite couldn't acctually grab him, but his eyes and voice did the job just as well.
Draco shot his brother a look that said, I have to leave.
Pyrrho took a moment hesitating on what to say, "Just, stay safe; Don't get yourself in danger." he finally spat out, releasing Draco.
"I'll be back." Draco promised, guilt filling his chest. They'll be better off without me. he assured himself as he flew off into the dark, dark night.
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Wings of Fire : The Rising Colors Prophecy : Book 3 : Missing
FanfictionWhen Rising Colors is invited to the annual SkyWing Gale Gala, things don't go quite as planned and echoes of the past come back to haunt Pyrrhotite and his friends as a mysterious prophecy begins to unfold.