A/N Their ten brothers are: The sisters include: This story will also focus on the Seawings (cough, cough, Orca), in case you didn't know. Anyways, after you're done, leave a review, favorite, follow, and as always… Enjoy!
OMG, I am so excited to be presenting my first Wings of Fire Fanfiction, Cheating Our Murders! In this story, Tsunami, Auklet, and Anemone only have ten brothers, because I feel like thirty-two is way too much. Gill and Coral, what were you thinking?! Are you both crazy? Wait…..that sounded like an insult because of Gill being driven mad and Coral's Jekyll/Hyde situation, so...yeah, sorry.
Turtle (yay!).
Finn.
Octopus.
Barnacle (OC).
Lobster (OC, yet to hatch. He was one of the three male eggs that Tsunami saw in the hatchery when she went for the first time, but in my version, he was the only egg there besides Auklet).
Plunge (OC).
Shallow (OC).
Plankton (OC).
Cerulean.
Foam (OC).
Tsunami (yay!).
Anemone (yay!).
Auklet (yay!).
Orca (YASSSSSSSSSSSSS!).
Sapphire (OC. She was the poor little dragonet that Coral found dead in the hatchery when they first went there in 'The Lost Heir.' That part made me want to cry!).
Porpoise (OC).
Mist (OC).
Puddle (OC).
Cormorant (OC).
Lily (OC).
Chapter One: Swimming With Questions.
-?'s POV-
When I woke, it felt as if I had been sleeping for years.
It was very cold. I had a blanket of fur around me, but it didn't help much. My bones and joints ached and I groaned as I tried to stand. Then, I noticed I wasn't alone. I yelped when I saw an entirely black dragon sitting across the room from me, watching a fire he must have made. His black eyes widened with delight when he saw me.
This dragon frightened me more than anything I had ever seen. Wait a minute...what had I seen? It was then that I realized that my mind was literally empty. I didn't even know my name! What did I look like? I looked down, and was met by beautiful kiwi-colored scales, shining and glittering in the firelight. I heard what sounded like something small and light being pushed across the floor. When I looked up, I saw that the other dragon had taken an overly-large clam shell, filled with water, and pushed it over to me with his tail.
"Drink it. It'll help." He said in a deep, calm voice. I leaned my head down and took a small drink. The water felt like heaven to me. Looking into my reflection, pretty ocean-blue eyes that blended well with my scales peered back into my face. After taking a long sip, I sat up straight again and glanced at the dragon again. He looked at me happily, like a father smiling at his daughter.
A thought crossed my mind. "Are...are you my father?" I asked in a croaky voice, frightened to hear the answer. He did a double take, then chuckled. "No, I'm sorry." My face fell. "Oh...that's okay." I said shakily. Now I was very scared. Where was my Mother and Father? Did they know where I was? Were they frightened for me too? I wanted them, badly now.
I felt like a small dragonet, tiny and afraid, waiting for someone to calm me, tell me that everything was going to be okay, that this was a nightmare, and everything would be over soon. A feeling that someone had told me that before, a long time ago, radiated back to me for about a second, but faded. What was that feeling? Where had it come from? More importantly, where had I come from?! And how had I ended up here, where ever I was?!
Quickly, I sat up to ask where my parents were, and a stabbing pain shot throughout my body. I screamed, not a loud one, but definitely filled with pain. What was it that was hurting me?!
The black dragon leapt up from his seat in front of the fire, bounded over to me, and settled me down again on the bed of black, brown and white furs that I couldn't identify. "Hey, it's okay. Everything's okay, but you can't get up yet, you're still healing. Those are some pretty serious wounds. If I had known you would still be injured when I brought you back..." he trailed off.
Healing?! Wounds?! Injured?! Terrified, I glanced down once again to find anything I had overlooked, and let out an alarmed sob at the sight. My scales were absolutely covered with bloody bandages, and many spots were stitched up. The spot that had hurt me so bad was a long, wide, stitched (not very well) scratch one the right side of my stomach that was bleeding, as if someone had torn through it with something deadly sharp. It scared me so bad, that I started to get up, wanting to scramble away from it as if it weren't on me. It was something truly wicked instead that I just had to get away from. It shocked and scared me, beyond anything I had ever experienced. Blood pounded in my ears as I realized that the wound radiated something evil, but I couldn't remember what, given my current state.
Through all my hyperventilating and thrashing, the black dragon was trying to hold me down. Eventually, he was able to hold me down, and placed his talons over my injury. I yelled again as the pain became agonizing. He looked up at me sadly, as if he didn't want me to be in so much pain. "It's okay my dear, don't cry." He told me.
I glanced down at the cut, then back at the dragon. "But the cut… it hurts!" He looked sad again. "I'm afraid." I whispered like a tiny dragonet, fearing I was going to cry again. "Don't be afraid of what you see." Then, he placed his talons back on the scratch, and motioned for me to lay down. I rested my head on the furs, and a soothing feeling filled me, leeching the pain away instantly. I don't know how he did it, but it felt almost like magic.
"What happened to me?" I asked, my voice sounding far away. I had to know how this happened, and my lousy memory wasn't helping anything. "You're safe." said the black dragon, and I figured he was talking about my cut.
"You've just lost your memory. I've brought you back safely from the dead, and will be returning you to your mother shortly." he continued. Okay, the memory thing was obvious, but...the back from the dead thing had me stumped. Maybe I could ask about that later though, because at this point, I felt like falling asleep. But I fought that feeling. I needed more answers.
"Who are you?" I asked. He smiled. "Who am I, you ask? My name is Darkstalker."
'Darkstalker...okay.' I thought. "And who am I?" Was the next question. That one was vital. Darkstalker's smile became wider. "And you are...Orca…Yes! Princess Orca of The Seawings."
"Princess?" I asked. I didn't look like a princess! And what was a Seawing?
"Yes, you are a princess." he said. "As a matter in fact, the eldest daughter of Queen Coral." My ears perked up at the mention of the queen. "My mother?!" I wanted to see my mother again!
"Yes. Your mother. It's been eight years since she last saw you. Everyone thinks you're still dead, but I brought you back so that I could gain the Seawings trust. Maybe even all of Pyrrhia's trust. And then I could rule." he explained.
I didn't understand a word he said, but I knew he was planning something. Maybe he wanted to rule our home. Now if only I could figure out what a Seawing was, everything would be fine. "You would make a good ruler. You've been so kind to me." I said. "Thank you." he answered with pride. "Okay, you should get some sleep. You've had a rough night."
I yawned, nodding. "Yeah. I'm tired." I settled my head down on a glossy brown fur and sighed.
"Darkstalker?" I asked. He was getting his own pile of furs near the fire. "Yes, Orca?"
"When will I see my mother again?" I asked. "Tomorrow." he said. Yes! "I can answer more questions tomorrow too. Let's just sleep for now." he finished.
"Okay." I said, beginning to drift off. "Goodnight, Darkstalker."
"Goodnight, Orca..." he said, his voice sounding far away.
The last thing I thought before everything went fuzzy and black, was that I was lucky to have Darkstalker… Stay tuned! ;)
A/N
So, that was a bit short, but like I always say, first chapter, you've got to start small. The next chapter is called, 'Darkness of Tides' . Okay, so after you're done reading this, leave a review (but it can't have anything inappropriate or have bad language in it), favorite, follow, and as always…