Storm sat on her throne, trying to think up a good name for herself. Now that she was no longer a CloudWing, she must assign herself a proper name. Midnight? No, too much of a cliche. Shadow? No. Too elusive-sounding. She wanted to bring glory to her tribe. She wanted to be the height of the golden age. Lightbringer. That was an acceptable name. And the one in her vision, all those years ago. Yes, it was meant to be. She was now Queen Lightbringer.
Looking up, she suddenly realized that there were no guards in the room anymore. They were all dead.
Alarm bubbled up in her, and she opened her mouth to scream. But no sound came out. The young queen found herself paralyzed with fear yet shaking with terror.
That was the last thought she had in mind as icy sharp, serrated claws, like rows of icicles, closed around her throat.
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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...
