Prologue
Hot ash and sulfur shot into the air, choking any dragon that came near. Tendrils of lightning flashed through the sky as the volcano belched out more rock and flames. At the edge of the once luscious island, Battlewinner stared in dismay as her palace, completely engulfed in flames, started to crumble from the immense heat. She longed to snatch her precious jewelry and treasure from the charcoal colored palace, but envisioned her gruesome death. With a jolt, she remembered her prisoners she had kept in her dungeon, being boiled in their chains. She smirked at their misfortune.
"Nightstalker! Gather what's left of the tribe and flee to the mainland!" the queen called in a raspy voice. The volcano rumbled and spewed out another wave of lava, quickly enveloping any residence on the mountainside.
"Where will we go?" wondered the distraught queen. "How will my tribe survive?"
A small dragonet fell from the sky, sputtering and coughing out black rock. Battlewinner knew what she needed to do. She had to save her tribe. She had to find them a new home. Even if it meant stealing it from someone else.
I do not own Wings of Fire or any of its components. I only own my characters and concepts. Thank you for reading my first installment of A Battle Lost and be sure to review and favorite!
- Qibli the Sandwing