Wings Of War

Chapter 1: chickens

Oacharen, land of dragons, that could appear human. faries that were nearly invisible to the naked eye, mermaids and sirens that ruled the seas and seduced the sailors. A land of fantasy. These groups lived in a tense peace. But there was one breed that wanted none if it. The Ichneumon, rough and tough creatures that scrounged in the darklands, shadowy ravines. And marshlands. They hated the dragons the most, and killed them every chance. And as the dragons numbers dwindled. Our story begins.

"Evixa! I swear to thyson if you don't wake up! I'm eating your breakfast!" A stout grey dragon yelled up the stairs, most dragons stayed in their humanoid forms, as it was easiest to stay hidden. The only indications were the wings and horns on each dragon. This paticular one has short black hair, bright blue eyes and short curly horns, her name was Iria (I-rah) a few moments later a younger one with red hair and brown sleepy eyes. She had similar horns to her sisters, hers a bit thicker. And her wings were wider and black instead of grey. And bright green eyes "Iria i up late training with Troy.. Hes only here once or twice a year you know..." The teen responded, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Too bad. Its nearly noon, eat up and get to tending the crops" she crosses her arms. This was the usual routine. Evixa would stay up late and sleep in, Neglecting her chores.
"Fine, fine" she shuffles to the kitchen and quickly eats, setting the empty plate in the bin and grabbing her boots and smock, The two had a small farm mostly of grain with a few hogs and hens. As She runs out the door to the barn. Iria shook her head and let out a soft laugh. "That girls gonna be the death of me"

A few hours pass and nothing eventful happens. Besides Troy. The flightless green dragon getting chased by a hoard of chickens. Cara, a pale red dragon with short spikes trailing down her back. had stopped by for a cup of tea. However it truly was to complain about the dullness of the day so far. Nothing really happens in their small down of kairi, it had a population of a mere one hundred. "Its the same every day, hot sun. Tend the chickens. Watch the kids, and make dinner. Its driving me crazy Iria!"
"Cara if its driving you crazy do something to change things. Search for a mate, explore the woods. Something new" Iria replies, exasperated. This was a common conversation.
"But Iria, the woods are dangerous! And you know there's only twenty males in the town. Most of them spoken for!" Cara seemed close to tears at the mere thought of it. Both cara and Iria were nearly the age to search for a life partner and tensions were high. At that moment Evixa fell through the door laughing with a giggling troy behind. "Im donee with choresss" she laughs goofily and runs upstairs, "come on Troy! Lets train!" The brown skinmed dragon follows, the shredded and useless wings apon his back fluttering as though trying to fly. "I'm right behind you!" Theres Thumps and more laughter. It seemed one of them had falled up the stairs. Cara sighs, "well. It was nice to chat ive got to start dinner, see ya tomorrow Iria" she stands and walks outside to her home across town. Iria waves goodbye and gets up. Glancing at the armor rack in the corner, the sturdy iron was rusted at the edges. It was a simple kind. Layered. At one point it would have shone Bright. But that was when father was a soldier. But father was long dead. Five years now. He passed in his sleep. And the armor hadnt been touched since. The grief hit too hard. There was also a sword hanging from the wall beside it. Intricate with a wind dragon curling around the handle. The blade looked like fire, the ridges curling and once razor sharp. Like the armor it twas now dull and rusting. Iria shook her head and walked past it. Memories pressing tears against her eyes. She began dinner. Cutting up and onion as an excuse for the tears threatening to spill.

She put the stew on a simmer, looking back at the armor. It seemed something was calling to her as she walked over to it. Tracing the ridges and indents. Suddenly she went back to the kitchen and grabed a rag amd set to work, cleaning the metal until it once again shone. She did the same to the sword. Placing her hand on her hips and nodding in pride. "Father would be proud"
Troy ran past her, grabbing his bag, "bye Iria. I'm heading home" she barely has time to reply before he's already out the door and gone. A timer beeped and Iria stired the stew. To ring it into portions. Calling Evixa downstairs for dinner. They then both went to bed. Unaware of the heartache to come. And the loss that causes it.