Wings of Power: The Rising Tribe [SERIES CLOSED]

Chapter 4

Vein tried flapping frantically to prevent falling to his death.

As the sound of Queen Magma's laugh faded away, he started to see the mountains and plains of the Abandoned Land.

Vein never really understood why the land was abandoned. It looked fine to him. Well, at least until he noticed the jagged rocks by the creek. And he was heading for them.

Oh no. I can't crash into those at my first sign of freedom! He thought. Desperately, he flapped his wings, but his shoulder wouldn't stop stinging. He at least tried turning, but it was no use. If he went one way, he would crash into the water and that'd be the end of Vein. If he went into the grass, he would crash painfully and die.

Well, I suppose I should write my eulogy before I die, right? He thought bitterly.

He still tried to flap his wings but it still hurt. But it was then as he realized that he missed a simple step: how to turn.

Well, yes, he tried, but now he realized how you actually turn: outstretch his wings and tilt them ever so slightly. His shoulder still stung, but he managed to turn and stopped.

He landed on the soft grass and stopped abruptly, doing a few somersaults before coming to a rather painful halt. He landed on his back, which did not help. He just stayed there, catching his breath, as he lay on the grass.

Get up, he chided himself. You need to get back because you'll die here anyway.

Another part of his brain stopped that thought. No! Queen Magma will shred you!

Well, I at least needs to get to the nearest tribe. I can't stay here, rouge with no food.

Vein's two arguing sides seemed to agree with that, and he forced himself to get up and walk. His shoulder burned, but he refused to let that get to him. He wobbly took a step, badly bruised from his crash-landing. He inspected his arms, talons, and claws, and couldn't believe that he and his tribe had once been written as without any front legs and walked with wings. Of course, maybe the ancient BloodWings walked like that, but he all he needed to know was that he had four legs.

His thoughts focused on something else as he trudged to the Stone Kingdom. Would he be accepted? BloodWings and StoneWings really couldn't hurt themselves; a StoneWing's magma would not affect a BloodWing and if it tried to head-butt, it would have spikes impale the dragon's head. BloodWings couldn't breathe fire at them, as StoneWings could survive a long amount of time in a fire. Swinging spikes at them would do no good, as the StoneWing's very tough scales would fend off even the best of clubbing.

So, hopefully, Queen Obsidian wouldn't stab him at the spot if he ventured into their kingdom. Did BloodWings and StoneWings have a feud back in the days of Grinnen? He hoped not. He was very tired from all the flying, an decided he could at least sleep here since it was peaceful . . . or was it? There must've been a reason why the StoneWings and SunWings retreated from this beautiful area.

Speaking of sleeping, Vein glanced at the sky, surprised to see that it was night already, with stars dotting the sky.

Vein stopped walking and curled up in the grass, sleeping under the stars.