Mist's POV
There was no hope. She would never escape. Stratus would just kill her even if she so much as mentioned the word "escape." He didn't care about her, or so she thought. His only goal was to become king of the CloudWings, though it had all been planned for Mist to rule.
Queen Hurricane's death came to mind once more. To her relief, she hadn't seen it, but she had heard it. There had been one earsplitting scream and then silence. When she rushed over, her mother was already gone. She had dissolved into ice crystals and become a cirrus cloud, the way most CloudWings did when they died - some just disappeared or became rain.
She wondered how her sisters were doing down on Pyrrhia. Because no one had told her, she didn't know that Crystal had betrayed them to Stratus and that their fates rested in Queen Cyclone's talons.
But maybe - just maybe - she could help. Fighting Stratus physically was a no-no for sure, but she could act stubborn - and maybe even manage to fly away. After all, she wasn't really in chains or tied up or anything; Stratus had only locked her in a room. Wasn't that easier to escape from?
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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...
