Wings of Power: The Rising Tribe [SERIES CLOSED]

Chapter 12

"Blizzard!" Vein cried. He left Marble to her splashing and bolted up the stairs. He'd completely forgotten about Blizzard, and he was really angry. He cooled himself up, though, so that he didn't have an explosion fiasco, but he still felt steam exiting his six claws.

He ran through three flights of stairs, stopping to catch his breath. He went up the remaining four flights before he busted down the door.

"Bli---!" The BloodWing dragon said before stopping himself. Vein was at the floor that he'd accidentally burned. He did not realize how burnt it got. He didn't even think of it in prison. But the part that terrified him most was the charred, bloodied TimeWing corpses. Dried blood encircled around the blackened bodies, making Vein steer far away from them. The seats were disintegrated, though some seats were half burned. The head seat was burnt, smoke still rising from the blast center.

Vein felt completely guilty. He didn't realize how hard it was for these TimeWings. They way they seemed to suffer, Vein actually thought that being mad about sentenced to execution was pointless.

He kept ruffling through seats, fling open drawers and cabinets to look for the cowardly TimeWing; but nevertheless, he sort of liked Blizzard. He wasn't as bad as Marble, and he also suggested that Vein could be freed. He wanted him as an ally, but he wasn't sure if Blizzard would like that.

A friend, maybe? He suddenly thought. That surprised him. He also realized without warning that he didn't have any friends his age. Blizzard looked about a year older than him, but he seemed to have a personality somewhat like Vein's. If you don't count the fact that he'd probably be useless in a fight.

"Blizzard?" He called. "I'm . . . I'm not here to kill you. I wondered if . . . if we could become friends," he chocked out. "I promise that I won't kill you . . . if . . . if you don't annoy me. Or something."

Vein suddenly heard ruffling. BloodWings don't have the sharpest ears, but right now he didn't need some. He could hear a loud rustling to the left and off the corner. He walked slowly towards it and stopped when the dragon fully emerged from his hiding spot.

It was Blizzard. Vein slowly felt a grin enveloping on his face, and he ran and did the strangest gesture any BloodWing had ever done: he hugged Blizzard.

He could feel Blizzard's shocked expression as if they never thought a BloodWing would hug a TimeWing. They were, after all, sworn enemies, ones who never had peace for the longest of any tribe, at almost three thousand years. But now, as he buried his face in Blizzard's fluff, he figured that this was a new bridge collapsed to make way for a peaceful bridge.

Blizzard gently extricated himself from Vein's wings. He slowly pushed Vein away, and his expression was shocked and quite happy. "Wow, I never thought that a BloodWing would hug me because we're---well, we're---um, actually---" he faltered.

"I know, Blizzard," Vein said softly to his friend. 

"Why did you want to be my friend?" Blizzard said to Vein.

"Well . . . I wanted to see if we can figure a way to disable Marble's magic. Is it possible?"

Blizzard scowled at him. "Yes, but why? And are you just using me to get Marble's magic gone?"

"No!" Vein nearly yelled. "I never would! BloodWings aren't traitors---"

"Aren't you betraying your own tribe joining me?" Blizzard asked, raising his brows.

Blizzard had a point. At this, Vein started thinking frantically for a good answer, and what seemed to have been decades passed until he came with a reply.

"Banishment?" Blizzard asked, somewhat shocked. "That explains why you're going around blow torching city halls?"

"Wha---wait, I said---"

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding," Blizzard said jokingly while Vein sighed an extra sigh of relief.

Suddenly, Vein's ears perked up by instinct. Since BloodWings didn't have strong ears, their ears would perk up practically by themselves to listen for anything that might be useful: the faintest tap of sneaky claws, the shallow breathing of a dragon. Anything helpful,

"I hear rumbling . . ." Vein warned. "We should get out."

But before Vein and Blizzard exited the room, the whole wall around it all together collapsed.