"What?!" They all screamed. Shadow fainted. "Oh, god," Maroon stared at Shadow's body.
"I got it," Blizzard sighed and threw Shadow over his shoulder.
"Why didn't you tell us at the beginning?!" Flare questioned.
"Well, because-" "LOOK OUT!"
Darkness.
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"Where am I...?" Mist groaned.
"Well, well, well, look at that. You finally woke up."
"Who are you?" A voice that sounded like Manta's rang out. Whew. So someone else I know is here.
"What do you want?!" Blizzard's voice echoed. "And why did you tie me to her?!"
"You know, I'm not enjoying this either," Flare said, clearly annoyed.
"Ugh!" So everyone in that room is in here. That means so is...
"Hey! I'm not supposed to be here!" That SandWing's voice shouted. Mist laughed.
"You are more powerful than you think, petty dragonets. Don't you remember the prophecy?"
Mist gasped. "'There will be a day when the sun arrives. Do not deny it. Seven wings of different types will rise to stop the threat. Or else everything will come crashing down, something you'll all regret.' We're the seven wings."
That dark voice laughed. "Sounds like you figured it out. You seven are the ones: Shadowseeker, Blizzard, Mist, Flare, Manta, Mountain, and Scorpion."
"Still no idea what's happening!" The SandWing, 'Scorpion', yelled.
"Well, time to visit my beautiful Queen. If you will excuse me, I must be going." The sound of talons clicking against stone was heard. "Oh, and by the way, my name is Blackfire. King Blackfire. Take them away!"
An invisible force yanked the dragonets away. But the thing was, no one else had been in the room.
He's an animus?!
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Wings of Sun: The Lost Prophecy
أدب الهواةMist, a 4-year old RainWing, finds out that she is part NightWing when she creates a prophecy. It predicts of a super hybrid, one that will change Pyrrhia. The question is, for good or bad? Cover art by Onewhisker
