The Dark Mother. A Wings Of Fire Fanfiction.

Usher in, the Ambassador of Mother

Sergeant meant one was entrusted with leadership, there was a sense of duty that came with the title, something more to it than just commanding their own wing with more authority. There was an honor to uphold, a trustworthiness from ones own kingdom to do what was right no mater the foe before them.

Sergeant Patch stood in front of Queen Thorn, his spear extended, braced against the stone beneath him. He observed this new SkyWing with concern, mainly in his bewilderment. This dragon who barged in, took out two armed SkyWing guards, and he looked to be unarmed. He rose on his hind legs as he rearranged his yellow bow tie. He didn't even look like a soldier, but he was tall and his dark red eyes looked alive and foreboding. 

"Greetings, I am-" He began to speak, when two SkyWing guards from the sides of the room converged on him.

One shouted for him to yield, jabbing their spear towards him but not attempting to wound. The other approached him from behind.

This unknown dragon leaned towards the spear, deflecting it with his wing and lunging for the dragon, claws outstretched.

Rather than raking his chest, he struck the guards chest with is claws open. Suddenly, the guard was shot backwards with such force they flew back screaming into the pillar and fell to the ground unconscious.

The other guard was quick to lunge for his opponents unguarded rear. "Stop in the name of the Queen!"

There was a tightening tension in the room. As the second guard was grabbed out of the air. This lone besieging dragon had once again proven his heightened reflexes with a simple step, spinning as he grabbed the guard by the throat just where the neck and head met.

"It takes approximately fifteen seconds for most, before they loose consciousness and potentially suffer permanent brain damage." The unknown dragon spoke clearly with authoritative and dictating punctuation, with a slight oily whisper to his 's'.

"Whoever you are, release him. Now!" Queen Ruby rose from behind her guards and took a few steps forward. Her voice held a hint of wavering, but her confidence showed.

"Yes, Madam Ruby." The dragon held up his other claw and pressed it to the guards chest, again. They flew backwards with such force, they hit the wall and a loud crack was heard. A gentle gust of wind blew into Patch's face.

Before Queen Ruby could even speak, this dragon turned to address all of the queens with a smile. "Now may we speak like civilized dragons?"

"Who, the rotten skinned camel blood, are you?" Queen Thorn barked over Patch and Sandstorm's poised bodies.

"Charm."

"I didn't ask how you felt I-"

"No, my name is Charm."

There was silence for a moment before Queen Ruby, being the queen who's land everyone was on, asked him to approach. He did, and he paused at the long end of the table. Again, he fixed his bow tie and examined everyone with a quick glance.

Patch noticed he had a silver earring in his right ear, with a smoky quartz hanging from it.

"So, Charm, are you an animus?" Queen Glacier was looking down her snout at this interloper, clearly making it known she would not be intimidated.

"Oh no, not me." He examined his claws like they were cut off and then reattached with almost perfect skill. "It is a specific gift given to me, like many other loyal followers. You see I can pressurize the air to send a foe repulsing away from me with an unrelenting force." He looked up to witness everyone's reaction.

Patch felt a twinge of concern, where everyone else might have been gasping or in deep thought about his power. Patch was thinking about loyal followers?