Short Stories

The Moon Meeting

Pyria paced the hall, wondering where the other two were. All the sudden, a blue blur shot past her. It was Hydria. FlutteringLeaf appeared from around the corner, running at full speed. Pyria rolled her eyes. The others were so immature. She made her way into the meeting room. The hole in the ceiling allowed the light of the full moon to fill the chamber. Pyria sat down on an ornate, beautifully crafted pad that resembled a warm bed of coals. A slam from the door made her jump. It was Hydria running into the room, looking behind her. Before Pyria could say anything, she was flattened to the ground by the large blue mass. "Get off me you-" she started but was cut off by FlutteringLeaf appearing at the door. "Hydria, get off Pyria!" Hydria scuttled off her and on to her pad. Flutteringleaf sat down on her own pad. "Now. I, Queen Flutteringleaf, ruler of the nature tribe, call this meeting to order. Does anyone have any news to share?" No one said anything. "Alrighty then. In that-" Flutteringleaf began, but was silenced by the door slamming open. Pyria jumped up and growled. In the doorway was a cloaked figure. A black hood hiding it's face. "Who are you?" Pyria demanded. The mysterious figure laughed menacingly. He spoke in a low, gravelly voice, "You wouldn't know me, but I know you." Flutteringleaf looked shocked. She started to shrink against the back wall. "No...  it can't be. No... how did you Return?" The other queens looked confused. The figure's hood fell across his shoulders. His scales were of deepest ebony. Chunks of scales looked like they had been burned off. Glowing red lines ran beneath his skin. It was clear who this was. It was Ragnarok, the King of the DarkWings, the tribe of dragons that was supposedly extinct. Pyria had read about him. He was the last known dragon to have powers over void. She was still confused though, why was Flutteringleaf so afraid of him. Then, as if reading Pyria's mind, Flutteringleaf spoke. "What do you want brother?"