Unfortunate Royal (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter Two

Moondrift suddenly leapt into a shadow without hesitation before too many NightWings spotted her. She closed her eyes and covered herself with her wings, hiding the speckled stars and scar marks.

Snowstorm figured that most NightWings had seen her because some black dragons started whispering to each other while glaring at the spot where Moondrift had just been standing. Why was Moondrift so frightened by them when she worked for them? Even the queen...if the NightWings now live here, that must mean Glory is their queen. What happened to the NightWing queen though?

"Don't look at me!" Moondrift hissed quietly. "They'll think there's someone here! Which, surprise, there is!"

Snowstorm quickly looked away, but the NightWings seem to be sneering at him the way he saw them sneer at Glory when they saw her. But he flinched when a large NightWing thudded down on the ground beside him. The NightWing looked oddly familiar; cold, grumpy and strangely like a nastier male version of Moondrift.

"I saw you, you pathetic snowball," he spat. "Ha, hiding from your own uncle and running away from the island. Oh, very brave." He grunted and stretched out one arm into the shadow and harmfully grabbed Moondrift and pulled her out, making her yelp.

"And I'd run away from you all over again," she hisses at him, who growled at her. Snowstorm found him terrifying just looking at him, but Moondrift seemed more angry than scared at this point. "Because of how a terrible uncle you have been, I would take the chance to get away from you, to get away from all of these putrid NightWings."

Her uncle simply scoffed. "Where did all that discipline go? And are you sure you'd want to get away from all NightWings? Do you really think we're all putrid?"

Snowstorm tilted his head at the big NightWing who looked like one of the dragons Wither turned into. He remembered how he had fought him and was almost crushed under his talons. Snowstorm shivered at that. Now he knew why Moondrift's uncle looked familiar.

Moondrift's wings drooped and her face fell. "Well," she stuttered, looking down sadly. "Not all of them."

"Moons," came another voice. "I hope you don't think I'm putrid. Would you really want to get away from me, Moondrift? After all I've done for you?"

Snowstorm whirled around to see who he was listening to, and there, standing in front of them was another NightWing, as beautiful as Moondrift is with lovely silver eyes and black scales all over her. Her expression wasn't anything negative, in fact, she looked overjoyed when she saw Moondrift.

"Mother," Moondrift gasped and ran up to the other NightWing, hugging her tightly. "You're probably hating me right now. I just thought being an assassin wasn't my thing."

"It's alright," the NightWing said softly. "I never thought you being an assassin was a good idea either. But I'm so happy you're here now." She hugged Moondrift tighter, but Snowstorm was REALLY confused now.

"Um, Moondrift?" He said. "Who are these dragons?"

"An IceWing," her uncle hissed ferociously. "What is he doing here in the Rainforest? Is he coming to kill our tribe?"

"Snowstorm," Moondrift said calmly, breaking the hug with the other NightWing, "this is my mother, Starseeker, and this...is my annoying and grumpy uncle, Nightfall. But you're too good for him, so don't bother with him at all."

Nightfall glared at Moondrift with cold eyes. "I'm sure it's the other way around."

"But who are you?" Starseeker asked kindly. Snowstorm had forgotten that Spectral was still there, she was as silent as an assassin. Snowstorm thought she would have camouflaged, but yet she didn't. "You seem like your lost,"