Days of Death [A Wings of Fire Fanfiction]

Chapter 5: Ancient Times

Sorry, short chapter.

Goldennight slowly approached the stone of the smiter. Looking behind him, he saw only trees, although he knew that his father and Acekiller were hiding among the foliage. As he turned back to the stone, his talon drifting to the hilt of the sword his father had given him before he came.

He remembered when Cobra had given him it. “This sword used to be mine,” Cobra said, fastening the sheathed sword at Goldennight’s waist. “I had used this against The Eclipse. Maybe this’ll be useful.” He remembered how Cobra laughed as his mother complained about giving a weapon to such a young dragonet.

As Goldennight walked around the stone, he became more frustrated. Right as he was about to give up, he noticed a crack in the stone. He walked up to the crack and touched it with one talon.

I open for the son of Night and Gold, a voice said softly in his head.

Goldennight took a deep breath. No going back now, he thought.

“I am the son of Night and Gold,” Goldennight said. For a second nothing happened. Then the crack grew wider and wider. Goldennight stumbled backwards, drawing his sword. As the crack finished opening, Goldennight stepped forwards, peering into the tunnel.

Nervously Goldennight into the tunnel, his sword at the ready. He took another step, the entrance suddenly closing together, plunging him into darkness.

Goldennight stood in the shadows, frozen. And of course now would be a great time to have night vision, thanks a lot, Goldennight thought bitterly. He took a step forward, then froze as he heard crackling of fire. A ball of light suddenly lit up in front of him, it slowly floated down into the tunnel, making Goldennight chase after it.

Just as the tunnel opened up into a cave, the ball of light winked out. A few seconds of silence followed as Goldennight tried to put together a plan. HybridWings have magic right? Maybe I’m supposed to use mine? he thought.

He brought up his sword. Okay, fire, in ancient HybridWing. Heard father say it couple of times. He thought for several seconds, and spoke up. “Brisingr,” he said. With a woosh, the blade caught on fire, slightly illuminating the cave.

In the center of the chamber, on a pedestal of white stone, stood a rock with a sword lying across it. Excited, Goldennight started forwards, then froze as a voice said; “The son of night and gold, how the stories foretold. I’ve been waiting.”