Snowstorm gasped as he saw all those tally marks clawed through Moondrift's ruined wings, the wings that were once as beautiful as the sky at night with a star filled light.
Moondrift didn't like this, showing her scars like that, but she cared for him and did it anyways.
The IceWing's eyes went wide on it, but before he could get a closer look, Moondrift tucked them back in quickly, making him flinch back.
"What happened there?" He asked, looking worried.
Moondrift didn't say anything, she twisted her neck and wrinkled her snout.
"I've already shown you," she said. "Now it's your turn."
Snowstorm frowned and shook his head. "No, tell me more about it, or I won't say mine at all. Please, I'm just worried for you, and you know..."
He leaned closer to lift one of her wings up again; Moondrift held her grudge and let him.
"This could get infected, I mean, none of these scars have had the time to heal — well, only a few of them, but this is serious, you need your wings checked—"
Moondrift flared up. "No! I'm not trusting some strangers with my wings! Let alone someone who tries to heal my scars but actually ends up making it even worse!"
She tucked her wings back in tightly and kept them there, not letting Snowstorm lift them again when he might think about trying to. She held back the thought that Snowstorm was starting to get annoyed by her stubbornness.
"Please?" He pleaded. "Just tell me what happened to your wings and I'll answer every question you ask me and I promise to stop hiding my thoughts from you."
"Keep your thoughts," Moondrift said, then sighed. "But I'll tell you anyway. You might seem worth trusting. You have a bright mind when it's not taken over by a demon."
Snowstorm gave her a friendly scoff, but perked his ears when she began telling her unfair story.
"Ever since I was sent out into the continent," Moondrift started, scraping one claw along the ground, "I would always accomplish my mission, but ended up killing ten more dragons than I was assigned to, though they were pleased with that result."
"Who's they?" Snowstorm asked, however Moondrift ignored him and continued.
"Every kill I commit," she sighed with depression, "I get a tally mark on my wings. The ones you've just seen. They've kept this up as long as I'm alive, and if I return now, they'll claw another eleven marks...wait, no...fourteen."
"What else would happen if you went back to..." Snowstorm tilted his head. "Where do you live? I've never seen you in the Ice Kingdom, so that could only mean..."
Moondrift wore a very visible look of guilt.
"No," The IceWing gasped. "You're from the NightWing Kingdom?"
She nodded slightly.
"Whoa, that's so cool! Um...no pun intended. But tell me, what's it like there? What does it look like? Oh! How are the NightWings like there? Do they treat you nicely? Do they praise you?"
"No," Moondrift said coldly. "They all hate me, call me pathetic when I was younger. They have horrible thoughts about me and would rather have me in the Ice Kingdom instead."
"Then why didn't they?"
"Because I was Starseeker's daughter," she answered. "But also because it would be, and I quote, 'a waste of a pretty face.'"
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A Beautiful Nightmare {Book1-}
Fanfiction"PATHETIC," is all Moondrift has been called her whole life. She never wanted this...she never wanted to be an assassin, she just wanted to prove herself that she was strong. She was tired of following orders and killing more dragons than she would...
