Storm was hovering over Pyrrhia again, but this time, the island had changed. Some of it was lush with rainforest vegetation, while other parts were arid, hot desert, and yet other areas were cold and snowy.
She saw herself and six of her sisters standing before their mother, Queen Hurricane of the CloudWings, who was sobbing. Her other sister, Mist, stood off to the side, apparently not involved in this whole matter. Although her "real" self was too far away to make out what they were saying, she caught something like, Goodbye. We'll always visit from time to time, and we'll always remember you, Mother, and you too, Mist. Then she and the six sisters turned and flew away.
A peculiar sensation crept through her scales as she saw a deluge of CloudWings spiraling down from the clouds. There were many of them, at least half the tribe. At the head of the group were her and her six sisters. After hours of flying, they landed on Pyrrhia.
They began to spread out, taking some dragons with them. Each sister, having been the royal dragonets, became queens of their tribes. Storm herself moved to the southwestern peninsula with a handful of dragons.
Time flashed by. She was an adult dragon now, an enormous, towering NightWing. Somewhere along the line, the silver scales on her snout had become two silver teardrop-shaped scales next to her eyes. All of her tribe, the Nightings, no, the NightWings, were bowing to Storm, who was sitting on an elaborate throne carved from black diamond. The NightWings, her subjects, were chanting, Long live Queen Lightbringer! Long live Queen Lightbringer!
Just as she was about to announce something to the dragons gathered at her feet, the vision faded into darkness.
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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...
