Waves of Ice: a Wings of Fire fanfiction (COMPLETED)

13.

trigger warning: political instability, and I guess the closest dragon equivalent to a miscarriage???

Clearsight

The kingdom has been sucked dry.

The streets are quiet, now. The stalls at the market abandoned and empty. Most dragons were using some kind of animus magic to help grow their crops, and now without it hardly know how to plant a seed, and any vendors from foreign tribes have been banned from trading with us. I know, I had to take notes throughout the meeting that decided it. It made me want to scream.

Darkstalker offered to go shopping with me, but... I don't want to deal with other dragons right now.

Most of our trade routes have been cut off as well. Although thanks to our alliances, we at least have some food coming into the kingdom. But it's pricey, battered, and half of the shipments are rotten.

I rub my temples. I can work it out later. Right now, I just need to buy tomatoes.

But I can't focus. This isn't right. None of us should have to live like this: with a murderer on the throne, our kingdom under siege, food supply in the balance. I was supposed to stop this.

"Are you gonna buy anything, or what?" A tired dragon sighs, raising her eyebrows and adjusting a ratty tartan shawl over her shoulders.

A raindrop plops onto my snout.  I wipe it away with a sigh, and shake out my wings.

"Oh. Um. Right." I smile awkwardly, trying to avoid eye-contact.

"You that seer? Clear-something? You look like her." The dragon coughs a bit, like she's just getting over a cold.

"Oh," I laugh nervously, not sure why my voice doesn't sound like my own.  "I get that a lot. No, I'm just, um... regular old Lightseeker!" I pluck a couple of the better-looking tomatoes from the stand and start to root around in my bag, searching for some gold to pay for them.

***

"I want to kill Allknowing," I mutter, stomping into the house and slamming the door, glad Shadowhunter is taking a nap right now.

No one answers. I sigh. Darkstalker is probably holed up in his office again. I have no idea what he's doing in there, but he barely comes out anymore.

I throw my work bag against the door, cursing under my breath. This is the most humiliating thing I have ever done in my life.

My talons dig into the floor. I want to break something. I want to change something. I want to say something. And yet, despite my foresight, I still can't do it.

I'm paralyzed. Watching the world burn, and knowing there is not a thing I can do about it. I don't think I've ever felt this angry in my life before. It's not a good feeling.

I let out a breath, forcing my shoulders to relax.

I should do some reading. While Shadowhunter is sleeping.

I rub my temples, and force myself. I'm no stranger to exhaustion but this is something else, even for me.

I feel like I'm drowning in it or something.