Wings of Fire: Peace (Completed)

Chapter 15- Sheer

Sheer the IceWing huffed a snowflake as she paced around her cave. War was coming. War was coming soon, very soon. "Stop your pacing!" Empathy said, "It's making me dizzy!" "I don't really care," she snapped. "I don't care that you don't care! I bet you're just hungry! Come on, let's go, missy," the NightWing grabbed the pink dragon's forearm and dragged her through the caves, all the way to the Prey Center.

"Why are you doing this to meeeeeee," Sheer wailed as she was sat down at the table Mandarin, Cecropia, and Palo were at. "Because you need to socialize!" Empathy answered, picking up the biggest blueberry in the bowl and digging into it, causing sticky juices to appear on her mouth. "So when's the war?" Palo asked with a furrowed brow. "Foom," Mandarin said through a mouthful of chicken. "What does that mean?" Cecropia asked. "Soon!" he corrected once he had swallowed his food.

The IceWing snatched a delicious-looking tuna from a passing SeaWing that was immediately given back by Empathy, "What was that for?!" she snarled. "Whoever touches it first takes it!" the purple dragon said back and pointed to a poster on the wall that said the exact thing with an illustration of some brown talons that looked as if they were holding something invisible next to a pair of red talons holding a piece of cooked cow. Sheer rolled her eyes and picked up some seal jerky instead.

"So what are we going to do now?" Sheer asked. "Just wait 'til the time comes to fight," Palo muttered. "Empathy got us into this in the first place, so ask her and her "visions" instead!" "HEY! Don't blame me for the DreamWings wanting to kill us all!" "I just did," the SandWing retorted. "Shut UP, both of you!" Mandarin barked. Empathy's eyes narrowed at him as she took a big breath and sighed a ringlet of smoke.

Sheer flicked her tongue and finished up her seal jerky, then walked back to her cave. She sat on her bed and grabbed a glowing globe so she could read. "Is everything okay in here?" she heard Cricket the Pantala and Geography teacher's voice at the doorway. "Yes, Miss," she grumbled. "Okay," the HiveWing quietly walked away.

The pink dragon pulled her wings against her tightly. Empathy walked in soon after and flopped on her moss rock, her breathing starting to slow and become louder. Sheer blinked at the words spread out on the page. The dragon flapped his wings as the roars grew louder... she loved this part. The SongWing crashed into him and screamed its blood-curdling sound. He was hypnotized as it spat its amber that froze him solid and he plummeted to the ground. Then another dragon barreled into him and grabbed his golden corpse, flapping her magma colored wings. It was the story of a legendary continent called Crioceris and she loved to read it over and over again. It was amazing.

Sheer sighed and flipped back to the guide. Her favorite tribe there was the ChangeWings, the tribe that Prince Harvest was from. She knew it wasn't real, but she still enjoyed everything about it. His father, King Equinox, had died of a horrible disease that had swept the continent, similar to the story of the deceased Queen Glacier who had died of that moons-blasted, stupid Darkstalker plague. Gone before Sheer's parents were even adults.

The worst tribe in her opinion was the GrassWings, they were so evil it was unbelievable! Their queen, Queen Savannah, was their ruler and she was the most evil dragon in history. Their enemy, the ChangeWings lived in burrows and cities underground that were beautiful, with snow and green leaves, flower fields, and golden and red forests, with a giant palace made of grass, flowers, mud, and clay, like a living building.

The moonlight suddenly flooded into the cave like silver rays of sunlight. So bright! She thought, looking over. Two moons were full, the third was a bit more than half. It was probably almost moonset. She had not meant to stay up this late. She rolled up the scroll and put it back on the shelf, then quickly fell asleep.