It was happening. From her vantage point high in the clouds, Storm saw the seemingly tiny volcanic island in the sea beneath her erupting.
OWWWW! An explosion of hot pebbles hit her in the face, followed by a blinding cloud of ash. Tears waterfalled out of her eyes in a futile attempt to wash the ash away. She swiped at her face and snout with her talons. No, she couldn't call it a cloud. Clouds were cool and refreshing. A swarm, she decided, would be a better way to describe it. It was like a swarm of angry bees.
Though she wanted to watch the volcano for longer, she knew she couldn't. But she knew of the continent of Pyrrhia that would be formed from the volcano's lava and ash, the dragons that would inhabit it, how their futures were intertwined with hers. How she would become one of them. Touching the three silvery scales on her snout, she painfully remembered the secret she must hide from not only her family, but her entire tribe.
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The CloudWings
FanfictionWhen Pyrrhia was but a tiny volcanic island of a continent, there were already dragons living on it; well, above it. They were the CloudWings, who helped shape Pyrrhia to what it is today. How did the seven tribes of modern Pyrrhia originate, and...
