Pyrrho watched his mother become a distant orange speck in the starlit sky. He remembered how she told him that she had heard word of a firescales in the area, and she wanted to see if it was Draco, so she had to leave, or he could before she got to him.
So, that's why Pyrrhotite was watching her dissapear, trying not to cry like a small dragonet.
Part of him wanted to fly after her, but another, stronger, feeling kept him rooted to the cold, empty balcony.
Pyrrho just wanted to curl up into a little ball and cry himself to sleep, and when he woke up, he would be home with his mother, his little brother and sister, Draco, and even his father and they would be just the way they always were, before his life went to pieces.
Just as his mother disappeared fom sight, a gasp of shock swept through the ballroom.
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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.
