Casting Shadows (re writing)

Prologue

A sky blue dragon with gold markings gazed affront of her. She tapped a pencil in her talons, then wrote something down in a book. (its thousands of years later, they have books n' stuff now) She was writing a story she called (insert later). Seawings had been ever so famous writing these scrolls. So why'd not let the Stormwings give it a shot?

She sighed, resting her head on the book. She hated it when this happend, she couldn't decide what should happen next, or what metaphor she should use to make her writing all "fancy" or whatnot.

A voice suddenly cried her name. The dragon jumped. "Bolt!" Ittttt was Thunderclap, of course, it was. He was always sooo worried about her. Ever since the Icewings had attached them, and they went into hiding. Thunderclap had been as worried as a parakeet. "What is it now, can't you see I'm trying to think of a good plot?" Bolt said in her best attempt of a royal voice.

"B-Bolt!!! I-i-..It's not the Icewings!" her mate tremble. "Talons and teeth, it's not? I swear, I'm getting to hate the cold more than my own scales," "This is serious Bolt!" Thunderclap pleaded. Bolt released tears were running from the young adult dragons' eyes. She closed her book. "What is it?" she commanded.

"Y-your brother, Blizzard. He just challenged your daughter  Hailfall to a battle for the throne...Blizzard...Blizzard won," A longs earrie silence hung between the dragons. "Wh-what?!" the queen suddenly roared. "T-That's legal, tell me that its legal Thunderclap!" she shook the king. He looked down at his talons. "I'm going to kill that dragon!" Bolt roared for all of pyrria to hear.

"B-but he's your brother,-" "And Hailfall was are daughter...Three moons she was less than 6 years old..." Thunderclap starred at his talons. "C'mon!" Bolt sealed his talon and stormed out of the writing room.

She spotted the arena. Stormwings flooded the seats. Speaking in whispers. Bolt dove of the edge, Thunderclap close behind her.

As she landed, a dragon woused by her. Slyly shielding something from view. Bolt caught a glice of the motionless, bloody body of her daughter. 

That brought her back to her senses...

 "Where is he?!" Bolt cried. "Uh-uh," the dragon stammered. "Where is my brother you brainless salamander?!"

The dragon flinched. She put her talon to her face, and sighed. "Im sorry, have any of you, seen Blizzard," she said more calmly. Yeah, that would....work. A long silence hung over the crowd of Stormwings.

"I-i do..." A voice called, making her jump. A few sparks flew from her talons. Only dragons in the bloodline of the queen could shoot blazing lightning from their talons.

"H-he went looking for you...He headed to the kitchen, supposing you'd be their around this time of night." Thunder roared in the background. It felt as if even the sky was mourning and screaming.

"...I forgive you. I forgive you all. My bro-...Blizzard is now technically your king. You had to listen to his command. I don't blame you, thank you for your loyalty." The dragon looked down at his talons embarrassed. "What's your name?" She asked, looking at the dragon up in the stateam, and the one blocking her daughter.

"...Turnado," the one above her called. "Gale, y-your owner," the second one said. "Gale, Turnado...I won't forget that. She felt a sudden, warm talon on her shoulder. "You better hide," he said. 

Bolt looked at her mate. He passed he his bag. A lighting blue egg just barely peaked out of it. The lightning marks symboled the egg of a queen. "Are egg should be in their," Bolt gave him a quick Yes, I can see that face.

"The obsidian mirror should be in that pocket. And I...I hope the dream visitor is in their too," Bolt gingerly threw the bag over her chest. It covered her lightning bolt symbol, the symbol of a queen. 

"If its a female, your choose my name right?" "Its a male," she corrected. "There fore his name is Bluster. And your gonna be their to meet her...I know you will..." She looked into his dark, stormy eyes. "...Yes, I'll be there to meet are little baby Cloud," he smiled. "Bluster," she corrected. 

"...I better go with are plane...Distract Blizzard, meet you at the Scorpion den...The closest city. The Stormwings lived just by the Icewings territory. But not to lose for it to be freezing. Right across from them, was the SKywings and Swiftwing Kingdom.

"...Fine, fine fine fine...You better come back. Or I swear, I'll send all the Stormwings of Pyrrhia to throw lizard at you." "Ill be back...I promise..." Thunderclap smiled. "Ill see you soon...Before are egg hatches," he flew away. His scales becoming one of the stormy nights.

Bolt whirled around. "Stromwings!!! I understand if you stay here...I really do...But, come with me if you wish by tribe. And we'll find a place to live, and rise again!" The dragons...hesitated. Then...One by one...Dragons flew to her. Hundreths of dragons came to her side, not all, but meany. And meany was enough. "Everyone follow me! To the Scorpion den!"

Thunderclap never came...

A tribe never rose...

And a male, never hatched...