Wings of Fire - The CloudBorn (Fanfiction)

Chapter 12

Fog let Mudslide dart off, the hybrid disguised as a CloudWing knowing he wouldn't have a chance against Fog and his new form. When Mudslide flew out of sight, Fog took the chance to look down at his new form.

He was a large, burly NightWing, as the enchantment had stated. It felt weird to feel big and actually have strength in his limbs. To have meat on his bones and not be the skinny little twig he always knew himself to be. His wings had the signature starry scales on the underside, and the glittering silver scales were swirling around, looking almost like some of the swirling starburst markings on some SeaWings he's seen.

His talons felt too big, as did his tail and legs and neck and everything else. But at the same time, it felt good.

"I could get used to this," he said, jumping at how deep his voice was. He glanced back at Frost's dead body, sniffed in disgust, and took to the air in his new form.

Flying felt just as normal, but the alien feeling of heaviness made it feel like Fog should've fell down at soon as he tried to take off. But the muscles in his wings were build for this body, making it as easy as before to glide through the quiet valley.

Two days. He had two days until he had to go with plan B. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to use such drastic measures, so he prayed to the MoonWings that Downpour would take his offer up and meet him at the Mega Moon Temple two days from now.

Fog landed on a mountain peak and surveyed the land, his eyes now bearing an impressive night vision that CloudWings did not have. But his vision was less sharp.

So CloudWings have better long ranged vision than other dragons. How interesting. Fog pondered. I'll need to figure out how to escape the island that day to meet with Downpour. Ah, I can use either of my new forms to go. No one will stop a random SkyWing or NightWing. They're not under house arrest.

The renewed energy that Fog had received from recent events was sure to keep him up that night. Tomorrow was sure to bring some chaos when Frost's body was discovered.

"Poor Blizzard..." Fog mumbled, a weight falling on his chest. "Hopefully you'll have remembered how horrible she was to you and not grieve,"

But what if Blizzard does grieve? Said a small voice in the back of Fog's head. It'll be your fault for her pain, since you killed her mother.

Fog shook his head to rid his mind of the thought. No. Frost was horrible. She tried to attack Blizzard on sight. Plus, she was from Pyrrhia. She deserved to die. Tomorrow, Blizzard will remember that. Wait... tomorrow...

Fog gasped as he remembered, looking up at the pale moons. Two of them were mere thin crescents while the other was nearly full. His hatchday was tomorrow! His family would be expecting him to choose an element to train in for a majority of his following years in mere hours.

"I can't have that..." Fog growled at the air. "That would be too much of a hassle to deal with..."

The wind blew across the mountains, pulling Fog's attention to something bumping against his chest. Looking down, Fog's eyes widened at the sight of the pendant Sirius had given him a few days ago. Pinching the little silver pea pod in between two, thick claws, Fog pulled the charm up to his snout to look at it more closely.

A wave of something... heavy washed over Fog as he stared it the charm. Fog's brother had given this to Fog, saying he was worthy of a gift when Fog felt more worthless than a piece of dust.