IceDrift awoke and got greeted by a warm ray of sunlight reflecting off her gray scales, she realized that BlueHorns was gone. She flew across the forest and not going into the Grassland where she was forbidden by her brother. Later in the middle of the day and after hours of searching IceDrift returned to the den and looked for any signs that he came back last night. She assumed that he must've headed into the Grasslands and got lost. So IceDrift beat her rotten like wings as hard as she could towards the long blades of grass, swaying side to side and hiding predators. Her strong bones rattled in her chest as she landed at the start of tall wisps of grass, dancing in the wind. IceDrift nervously ducked her head and walked through the grass, hoping it wouldn't poke at her eyes or her visible blue organs. A few hours later, the sun was setting and the moon peeked from the South and she started to worry as she hadn't found any sign of BlueHorns but when she was going to give up she spotted a long trail of WiltWing blood trailing towards the Hallow Mountains. She flew and trailed the blue blood until it stopped. IceDrift found herself at a large village, lit up by small torches poking from the ground and she panicked when she saw a white dragon looking right past her and smirking. She worried and turned behind her to see a silver dragon with black spikes running down his strong spine with a bag that went over her head, making everything black. She felt several painful punches and stabs as the paw of the silver dragon had spikes poking out through his knuckles, slitting her scales on her neck and head. The dragon kept punching until there was no movement coming from the dragon.
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Wings of War - The Hidden World
FantasyThis is my first story. It's not very good and I don't usually write. I hope you like it ^^!