Storm lay on the floor of some strange place. Her talons were bound to the walls, and a muzzle had been clamped over her snout. The floor and walls felt strangely cold and slippery, like the frozen surface of a lake. Struggling to twist her head around to look at her surroundings, she realized that her snowy prison was made entirely of ice.
Clearly Crystal was planning to kill her. How ironic, she thought. Just a few days ago, they had been loyal to each other - for the most part. And now they were reduced to this? Perhaps Crystal had been planning something for a while now.
She tried to make a sound through the muzzle. Nothing. Even though the muzzle wasn't very tight, she could not open her jaws. A spell? It couldn't be. There was nothing such as animuses. (Not yet. Read ShadowClaw Eclipse's "The First Animus" for further information.)
She ran her black forked tongue across her teeth. They were sealed with some sort of sticky stuff. Maybe she could wash it off if - no, when - she escaped.
Just then, Crystal sauntered in, her magnificent jewel-studded wings swirling up miniature snowstorms behind her. Wait, where did she get those jewels from? It was not a good time to ask, but Storm would probably find out sometime, maybe when they were on better terms.
Crystal's guards were dragging four other prisoners. One glance and Storm immediately recognized them as Drizzle, Raindrop, Glade, and Sandstorm. But they too, like she, had changed.
Drizzle's scales were bright red and seemed to be glowing with fire. Her wings were much larger and seemed unproportional to the rest of her.
Raindrop almost seemed to flicker in and out of existence, one moment melting into her surroundings, another moment appearing perfectly solid and tangible. When she was visible, her scales were swirls of green and white.
Glade looked bored and was munching a piece of food. When Crystal breathed frostbreath on Glade, nothing happened. The patches of ice covering Glade's scales just grew smaller and smaller until they disappeared entirely.
Sandstorm was furiously stabbing her scorpion tail through the air and trying to breathe fire at Crystal.
Where's Cyclone? Storm - Lightbringer - thought. Just then, she heard Crystal mutter, "That coward SeaWing. Dove down deep into the ocean and I couldn't find her. Why didn't I think of recruiting some traitor SeaWings to help me catch her?"
Maybe they weren't so doomed after all. If she could find a way to communicate with the free SeaWing queen, they would have a chance to escape. For the first time since then, Storm saw a flicker of hope in this world of 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...
