Rainbow Dragon (Dragon Rider #2) | On Hold | Pending Rewrite

Chapter One: Enter Leif

Silver was exasperated.

Her somewhat tolerable teammate had vanished off the face of the earth, leaving her to deal with their bundle of blonde joy all by herself. At least Sora had made it a bit more bearable when she'd been around. Silver sighed, running a hand through her silvery hair as she sat on the rug of their missing teammate's room, pointedly ignoring the girl who was snuggled up to her side. Sora's bedroom had become a meeting place of sorts for them over the last month, if only to escape the replacement team member.

None of them particularly liked him.

"Still no sign of her," Beatrice said, prodding at the egg they were seated around. "And her dragon is probably due to hatch any day now..."

"She'll... um... come back, though, won't she?"

"Of course, Cal-bear!" Raelynn grinned, slinging an arm around Silver's shoulders. "She's the leader of the Misfits, so she has to."

"Get your arm off me already, imbecile," she muttered, but it lacked its usual bite. They all missed her, but all for different reasons of course. Silver only found her tolerable her due to her usefulness. "I—"

A bang at the door cut her off, all of them wincing as a voice echoed around the room.

Their sanctuary was about to be defiled.

"Open up, nitwits!"

The door shook, hinges rattling worryingly, and Silver's brain decided it would be a good time to remember just how often Oz had broken that particular door down. Her eyes flickered around the room, taking in any and all escape routes, but before she could do anything, Raelynn – being Raelynn – just had to make things worse.

"There's nobody home!"

Silver resisted the overwhelming urge to bash her face against the wall. How was it possible for someone to be so stupidly dense... and yet come up with motivational speeches on the spot at the same time? "Imbecile," she said, shoulders sinking.

"Ugh, do we have to let him in twin?" Eir grumbled. "All he goes on about is his family and how we're incredibly lucky to be on the same team as him... It makes me want to punch his stupid straight teeth in."

"Tch." Silver scowled. "You know why we can't do that."

"Because of daddy dearest," Beatrice said.

"I kind of wish Oz was here..." Eisa mumbled. "He doesn't seem to have any qualms about hitting anyone."

"Neither does Sora..." Eir said, sighing wistfully as she flopped back onto the rug. "But she's missing and our lovely instructor is off meeting his superiors."

"What's the bet he punches them too, twin?"

Beatrice glanced over at the pair. "They're his superiors!"

"Well... um... we are talking about Oz, aren't we?" Callum stuttered, playing with the strands of the shaggy rug beneath them.

The pounding on the door continued. "Hey! Let me in, imbeciles!"

"Only Sil is allowed to call us that," Eir called, folding her arms at the pointedly look Beatrice shot her way.

"Right you are, twin."

Beatrice rolled her eyes. "For the record, I don't enjoy Callum being insulted."

"What about yourself?" Eisa asked, her voice almost as quiet as Callum's usually was.

She shrugged. "I'm used to it."

The door handle rattled. "Stop ignoring me already and let me in!"