Wings of Fire - The CloudBorn (Fanfiction)

Chapter 9

Fog found himself flying over the guest towers a lot sooner than he expected. He had been lost in thought as he flew, so he hardly saw how long it took to get from one side of the valley to the other.

Only three of the towers were guarded by two or three Storm Guard members. Guessing that Frost would need to the most guards in case she tried to fly away in search of Blizzard, Fog flew towards the outermost tower that was guarded with three armored dragons.

"Halt!" one of them called, flying up to Fog when the cloudborn got close to the tower. "Ah, prince Fog. What do you want?"

"I just want to talk with the IceWing," Fog answered honestly. "I'm curious what her story is. And I thought..." Fog twisted his face into one of worry and empathy. "I want to know why she's so mad at my idol, and if I can try and console her,"

"I see," the guard said, nodding and gesturing for Fog to go on ahead. "If she attacks, just holler, okay?"

"I promise!" Fog said, bowing his head gratefully as he flew up to the tower and dived down. The guest towers were actually just really tall sky lights, lighting up the room buried in the mountains. He spiraled down and surveyed what he could before he landed. Frost was pacing back and forth around the hollow in the room that was filled with pillows and sheets. Fog landed carefully onto one of the scrollshelves leaning on the wall, making it shudder and gaining Frost's attention.

"What do you want?" Frost demanded.

"I just wanted to talk to you," Fog said, placing a talon on his chest. He almost jumped when he felt the pendent Sirius gave him, but he ignored it for now. "My name is Fog. I believe we got off on the wrong talon earlier,"

"Hmph," Frost huffed out a small plume of sparkling mist from her nose. "And what could you possibly want to talk to me about, unless you're here to tell me where in the moons I am and just what you are. I've never seen anything like you,"

"Well, it really depends," Fog answered. "If you plan to return to Pyrrhia, we can't tell you what we are. Then again, judging by how you got here, you don't plan to do that any time soon,"

"Oh, aren't you perceptive?" Frost rolled her eyes. "What else can you tell? My ranking in the Circles? Who my parents were?"

"Well, since I don't know what you're talking about when you say circles, and I know Blizzard is your daughter, then not so much," Fog stated. "But I will tell you what we are,"

"You all look like deadbeat IceWings," Frost mocked. "Weird wings, chin fur, stripes?"

"Well, as a completely different species than you, it's expected," Fog chuckled, running a claw through his own silvery beard. "We're called CloudWings. We were banished from Pyrrhia a long time ago when we lost a war to the SkyWings,"

"Not surprising you did," Frost scoffed, lashing her tail and ripping a pillow. She growled as she started picking the white fluff from her tail spikes. "You scrawny things against those sky dragons?"

"Don't ask me for details," Fog said, even though he knew he could recite the entire history of the CloudWings if he wanted to. "But we made out home in this archipelago and stayed away from Pyrrhia ever sense. Now you're here, and you are probably stuck here, too,"

"It's all her fault..." Frost hissed, grabbing the torn pillow and shredding it more with her serrated claws. "That iceborn. That monster,"