Sightless was tired. Not tired physically, tired mentally. He was so sick of all of this billie. First, he had found out that a Leafwing of ALL dragons, had made up the prophecy. Then they had not only left their gardens, but got themselves known, and captured. THEN the littoral forest was on FIRE.
And now, Sightless was face to face, with the one and only Queen Glow...
Let me explain.
Sightless had waken up peacefully from his deep slumber, when the stench of rotten smoke filled his nostrils. He could sense the smoke, he didn't even need to see to know. He felt as if it were reaching its dull hands into his heart, slowly dissolving it into smoke.
Is this how Scorpion felt as she died? Sightless rolled his blind eyes, he was whimpering over nothing. He thought as he coughed from its nasty stench. He was about to get some distance from it, when talons thunder on the ground behind him. He nearly fell of the slick mountain. Enraged that someone would dare scare him like that, he twisted around. His chest writhing as he billowed up frost breath.
He could sense how unusual huge this dragon was, with unaspected spikes poking out of its thin scales. All he could sense were sharp edges, and smoke. Even more smoke. This mad him angry, and he was about to breath his frost breath, when it spoke. "An Icewing?" Its voice was smooth, and felt as if it were sleeping under his scales.
"And its blind too," it hissed slowly, like snake sencing its prey. Done with this, Sightless let out hiss like a snake biding up venom, and he shot his frost breath straight at the weary shape. He felt its ice tinge radiate around him. Suddanly, the creacher flinched. He felt something weasel by his ear. Something pushed him, and he almost tumbled over. A sudden bolling white heat sank into him.
He cried in pain, and something like momentum pushed him back again. Had the fire reached him? Was he dieing? Was this what it felt like to die? Maybe death will set us free? He felt as if he had fallen hundredths of feet of a mountain as he hit the ground, but he couldn't have. This had all happened in an instance...Right?
He felt as if he were frozen, and shattered. A dence, deep pain throbbed threw his talon, working its way threw his body. He felt something hit him, and he melted into a deep sleep...
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Casting Shadows (re writing)
FanfictionThousands of years after the events of the Dragonets of destiny, new dragons rise. Breeds such as Swiftwings and Webwings now roam Pantala. Another war has started. Some tribes ally in hope to rule together. While others are rogues, wanting this onl...
