Our Planet has Crashed [COMPLETE]

six - Wings of Fire

Luna's POV:

Luna. Luna! LUNA!

Luna jumped awake, baring her teeth at the dragon who DARED wake her up from her peaceful slumber!

Moon jumped back, talons raised. "Oh," she said, "sorry to wake you, but—"

"Oh! You woke up Luna! Congratulations!" Winter said sarcastically, the glittery SnowWing rolling his eyes. Or maybe he was an IceWing. "Wow! We totally haven't been trying for the past three hours, you know!" 

"You've been trying to wake me for the past three hours?" Luna asked.

"And every time you'd say, 'Go AWAY, Blue,' whoever that is," Winter said with an annoyed expression. 

Luna wilted. She missed her brother so much. 

"Anyways—" Moon was interrupted again, this time by the rainbow RainWing—Kinkajou?—bouncing into the room and cheering when she saw Luna awake. "Hi!" she said excitedly. "Moon has good news! And I'm TOTALLY excited to go over to the lost continent, aren't you?" she asked Turtle, who looked a little overwhelmed from the bright flying blur of colors.

"Uhh . . ." he said. "Not . . . really. Going there once was . . . tiring," he sighed. 

"You've been there?" Luna asked excitedly. "Did you see—"

"A really scary forest and even scarier green dragons? Yes."

Green dragons?

"ANYWAYS," Moon said loudly over the noise in Jerboa's hut, "I had a—"

"FISH!" Anemone cried happily when she saw Jerboa (who was trying desperately not to attract attention) entering the hut. "You had a fish?" Luna asked Moon quizzically.

"No," the black dragon sighed. She kind of looked like that seer, Clearsight. Except she couldn't be, because Cleasight died over two thousand years ago. And also, she had these silver teardrops near her eyes. Clearsight didn't have those. "I had a—"

"Wait, you had a VISION and didn't tell me?" Anemone suddenly barked form where she was talking with Turtle. "SERIOUSLY?"

"Can you dragonets STOP YELLING?" Jerboa yelled.

"WHAT VISION?" Luna yelled even louder.

"That's what I was TRYING to say teh wile time!" Moon sighed, exasperated. "I had a vision. Kind of."

"Kind of?"

"So . . . normally it just hits me, but this time, it . . . talked to me?" she said, though it sounded more like a question.

"You can see the future?" Luna danced around excitedly. "What happens next? Do I eat that fish, which I don't think I will, or will I starve? I really don't think I'll eat the fish, but I don't want to starve either, so if there's really another alternative—"

"That's not how it works. For me," Moon added hurriedly when she saw Luna's dejected face. She sighed. "I'm not Clearsight. I'm not that great with visions. But . . ." Moon hesitated, as if this next piece of information was very important and also very weird. "She spoke to me," she finally said.

"WHAT?" Qibli flared his wings, alarmed. "Isn't she dead? Wasn't she dead for like two THOUSAND years? How did she talk to you? What?" He shook his head, confused. 

"So I was sleeping," Moon began again, and Qibli looked at her incredulously, with a look that said We don't need to know that—a two-thousand-year-old dragon just spoke to you! but Moon simply shook her head and continued, "and like usual, my visions were appearing in my dreams. I saw teh usualy cities burning, dragons fighting, that kind of thing . . ." she shuddered. "And then . . . she was just . . . there. Sitting sadly next to me. And if that didn't already scare me enough, she was talking. Maybe not to me, but it seemed like it.