Storm knew that, in order to convince her sisters, she must tell them, if only them. Unfurling her wings, she glided through the clouds back to her home, the Cloud Palace. She burst inside.
Mist had her snout buried in a scroll as usual, oblivious to the outside world.
Glade was rummaging around in the prey storage for more food.
Cyclone wasn't in the room. From the window, Storm saw her teaching herself how to swim in the cloud lake.
Drizzle was flying through her self-made obstacle course in an attempt to fly faster.
Sandstorm's "birth defected" pointy tail was poking out of Glade's room, evidently stealing more of her sister's pottery sculptures - and possibly her food stashes.
Raindrop was sleeping in the sun, a half-eaten fruit clutched in her talons.
Crystal was ice skating while humming loudly.
"EVERYBODY LISTEN!" Storm yelled. Nobody even looked up from their spots.
"IT'S IMPORTANT!" she tried again.
Mist reluctantly poked her head up from the scroll. "What is it?" she asked halfheartedly.
"Look, I had a vision." Storm cut right to the important part. "I saw us...er, not you, Mist, but the rest of us. Wait. I'm going to call them all inside."
She hurried to the window, opened it, and bellowed, "CYCLONE! COME BACK HERE!" Then she ran to Glade's cave, pried the clay out of Sandstorm's talons, and dragged her into the room.
Okay, now that everyone was here, she decided to begin. "Okay, everybody, I had a vision!"
Nobody seemed incredibly surprised. There were no gasps, no roars of disbelief, nothing. Only silence.
Crystal shattered the uncomfortable quiet. "Um...awkward...."
"Shut up, Crystal!" Storm growled. "So I had a vision, and in it I saw us. Everybody but Mist. We flew down to the new island, which I named Pyrrhia, and..."
"Pyrrhia?" Mist interrupted. She was usually a good listener. "What kind of a name is that?"
"STOP! LISTEN!" Storm yelled. She realized nobody was listening, that they were all staring at something to their right.
Raindrop had woken from her nap. She pointed with a trembling claw toward the wall, which was slowly and silently splitting apart.
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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...
