Wings Of Fire: Warning

Chapter 5.

(Warning: This chapter is twice as long as normal)

Strider had barely a split second to move and his thoughts felt even faster than his movements.

I'm going to die.

I'm going to die.

I'm going to die.

  He moved springing his talons sideways towards another rock. But he was stopped midway, as if being slammed on in midair.

  He suddenly felt a stinging bone-cracking pain in his tail has he fell hardly between the rocks. The pain hadn't come from his fall though, it had come from the large rock.

  He let out a shrieking roar as several bones had been crushed in his tail. He could barely look behind him, but in the corner of his eye he could see the large rock pinned on his tail.

  He could move his tail, it felt numb and horribly in pain. But he didn't even think he would be able to anyways, that rock probably weighed three times as much as him.

  Strider swing his head around frantically, to see if there were any dragons nearby who could help him. But of course, there was nobody. Of course at the time he actually needed other dragon's help, they weren't there. Some luck he had.

  He was about to cry out for help, but it felt like every time he opened his mouth, it was just yells of pain. And he didn't dare try to move the rock or his tail himself.

Great. Now what am I going to do.

   There was really nothing he COULD do. He was just stuck there. Probably for a few hours until some Sandwing decided hey wanted small lizards for lunch.

      So he waited, folding in his wings. For some reason it hurt even to move other body parts, and it seemed impossible to move his head when he wanted to scream it off. But he managed to lay it down on the rock, in front of him, it wasn't comfortable at all on the broad and hard rock.

  He waited there for nearly an hour, until he started hearing massive and disturbingly annoying wing beats coming from behind him. He didn't move his head to look, knowing that he didn't want to scream in front of other dragons obviously.

  "Is that a dragon?" He heard someone say. He recognized the voice from school actually, but he couldn't exactly make out who it was.

"I... Think so?" Said another voice.

"Is it dead?" Asked another, scrappy voice

"No," he said abruptly, and the way he said came out all wrong, like an old dragon who just chugged an entire bottle of sand.

"Gah!" Said the last voice again in surprise.

  Suddenly he felt a large amount of pain rushing from his tail as a large amount of pressure from the rock crushed it more.

  He swiveled his head around with pain written all over his face as he stared at a large sandwing dragonet who had carelessly landed on the rock that was crushing him.

He couldn't help it and let out a roar of pain, nearly breathing fire at the dragonet.

Judging by the dragon's expression, he knew that he was obviously hurting Strider very very much. The Sandwing dragon quickly leaped off the rock, startled.

The dragonet didn't say anything, and just stared at Strider, as if trying to calculate what had happened.

"What happened?" The smaller dragonet with the familiar voice asked.