Frostbite's Journey

~Chapter 1~

 Frostbite was sitting by the edge of a cave, somewhere in the Sky Kingdom. A stream ran by the edge that slowly turned into a small river. There were one and a half moons visible out of the three that were dimly reflected in the stream. They practically looked like one and a half circles of cheese. Yellow, big, with similar holes in it. And also extremely tasty looking.

Her stomach growled hastily at the thought.

¨Yeah, yeah, I know you're hungry.¨ She muttered. ¨Just be a little more patent. I'm trying to pin down what I'm in the mood for.¨

GrrrrrrrrrrrowllllllOOOOOOOWWWWLLLLLLrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, her stomach bickered back.

She sighed. She wasn't in the mood for anything. Just then, a fish swam by. It was pretty big, for such a small stream. She looked at it and wondered what roasted fish tasted like.

Well, she thought, Maybe some fish would hit the spot. I am getting pretty hungry after all, and when you start to get hungry, you start to get desperate, so might as well get not-so-desperate while there is food available.

Frostbite went downstream a little ways from the fish. She dipped her spiked, webbed tail in the river, positioning it so that the underside of her tail was facing her. I've never fished before. Maybe I'll get lucky and this will work.

She sat there for a minute. Two minutes. Three minutes. If the fish didn't come by soon, she would get too tired to hold the position, and go to bed hungry. It wasn't fun when she went to bed hungry. She always got weird dreams and weird nightmares. Mostly about what she was supposed to have for dinner eating her or every living thing in the ice or sea kingdom or something. It wasn't fun.

Finally, FINALLY, the big fish swam by, and with a stroke of luck, it went right in front of her tail. With one swift motion she swatted the fish out of the water and right into her claws.

And then the fish slipped out of her claws.
¨NO!¨ she roared. She chased after the fish that was bouncing on the floor, searching for water. Frostbite pounced on it and it slipped out of her claws again. This went on for a bit. She would catch it, it would slip out of her claws, she would get even angrier. At one point, it even slapped her in the snout. When it did, she could have sworn that she saw it smirk at her and open its mouth to laugh at her, to which she respond:

¨ARRRRRRRRRRRRGH! HOW DARE YOU! I WILL TEAR OFF YOUR FINS AND SHOVE THEM DOWN A SKYWINGS' THROAT! I WILL RIP OUT YOUR SKELETON AND FLY TO THE SEA KINGDOM AND FEED THEM TO THE SHARKS, YOU MOON-BLASTED, ARROGANT, STUCK-UP DEMON FISH!!¨

Eventually, she saw it get closer and closer to the water until it was inches away from its escape. She ran after it and swatted it back to her with her tail and then finally was able to pin it down and dig her razor-sharp claws into it.

She took her talons out of the fish. It was limp, and it's eyes were forever staring into infinite darkness. Blood trickled down from where her claw marks were. The color of the red blood made her scales crawl. She found out her blood color (which was a purplish-blue) when she had first fought, hurt, and killed another dragon.

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Frostbite was only 4 years old at the time. She was flying through the mud kingdom with her scales camouflaged so that she would look like the sky. The only way you could tell there was a dragon there is if you had extremely excellent eyesight and saw the faintest ripple or outline of a dragon in the sky, which was practically impossible.

The sun was starting to set, making the sky a beautiful picture waiting to be beautifully painted. Frostbite was searching for a place to stay and make camp. She was getting awfully tired, when she spotted a little cave, just by a little pond with a tree in the middle and snakes hanging lazily from the branches, barely swaying side to side in the gentle wind.

When she was about to land, a mudwing shot out of the mud behind her and tackled her in mid-air. It took her a second to recover from the shock, but when she did, she was ready.

She hissed at him, and launched herself into the mudwing, who she realized was three times bigger than her. To his, (and her) great surprise, it knocked the air out of him and a half a moment later, she raked her claws down his back, all the way down to his tail and started to dig her teeth in as hard as she could. She could feel his bones, her teeth chiseling into them. He roared in agony and anger as his blood spattered everywhere. He slashed her leg, causing a huge, bleeding streak in her leg. She let go of his tail, and with one swift movement, she leapt up, to his neck, and smoothly sliced one claw across it. His eyes went wide as he went limp. He fell out of the sky and landed with a SPLAT in the mud. He did not move. He did not breathe.

He was dead.

That was how Frostbite killed her first dragon, and found out the color of her blood.

She didn't know what to do, so she camouflaged her scales, picked him up, (and although he was heavy, he wasn't too much of a struggle. She had lifted way heavier rocks before.) flew by the mud palace, and dropped him in the marsh nearby. She immediately left, and just a few short moments after, she heard agonizing screaming and yelling that echoed through her ears for weeks.