"IT'S AN EMERGENCY!!!" Raindrop shrieked. "WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!"
"Quit overreacting," Crystal muttered. "It's just some stupid wall splitting apart. We can repair it with our mist-breath."
Glade hurried around, snatching up food here and there and shoving it all into her "emergency pouch."
"Calm down, everyone!" Storm said authoritatively. "It's not an emergency. We're not all gonna die," she added with a glare at Raindrop, who gulped and stuffed the rest of the fruit in her mouth. "Stay here. It's safe."
She went over to the window and poked her head out. "WHAT'S GOING ON?!" she yelled. "YOU'RE SCARING ALL OF MY LITTLE SISTERS!"
At this, Mist growled. "Even if you're the oldest, you are NOT the boss of us. So stop ordering everyone around."
Storm suppressed the tornado that was swirling inside. She forced herself to keep her mouth shut and not blow Mist out the door.
A horde of her brothers was gathered outside the window.
"What's going on?" Storm demanded again.
"Oh, we're just practicing our fighting skills," one of them said. Storm did not care to remember his name. "We're trying to summon tornadoes right now."
"WHAT?!" Storm snapped. "DO YOU KNOW HOW DANGEROUS THAT IS?! YOU CAN KILL ALL OF US IF YOU LET IT GO OUT OF CONTROL!"
When she turned to face her sisters, a gale of fear swept her off her feet. Everyone was there... but Raindrop. She was gone.
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The CloudWings
Fiksi PenggemarWhen 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...
