THE ORCA DAUGHTER:
~ PROLOGUE~
It was raining.
The water, falling from the sky, emitted a multitude of little noises on the blades.
The wind was blowing on the waves that shimmered under the moons.
These shone in the darkness. One of them was full, and the others were only a scratch in the sky.
A dragon was flying a little lower, scrutinizing the immense expanse of water.
It was a sea dragon, although the brilliance of the moons and night gave it the appearance of a NightWing.
His eyes watched every little corner, every tiny patch the sea could hide. It was that night, he knew.
That night, this seemed like a night like the others, that the prophecy of the mysterious and unknown NightWing would take place.
Nautilus, lost in thought, shook his head. "A prophecy invented by a NightWing, what an idea ... Finally if one can use these dragons as a powerful secret weapon ... And this time the five elect cannot escape ..."
He smiled. "In a submarine cave, it is less likely to escape, ... perhaps the SeaWing, ... But if the other dragonflies are his friends, he will never abandon them, like Fatespeaker, that imbecile of false Dragonnet of Destiny ... And I would personally watch over them to be his friends ... "
Thinking about it, he drew closer to the water.
He was now flying at the waves, so that the waves licked his wings at each beat.
Nautilus narrowed his eyes.
"If there is no egg in the water - which is certainly the case - I found it on an island ..."
The dragon was already beginning to move higher, when a white spot in the middle of the water would attract his attention.
He wanted to fly higher and praise, but the shiny little spot called out to him ...
He approached this egg - for the white spot was an egg - and looked at him carefully.
The eggs of the SeaWings were of a bluish white, somewhat like a wing of ice, sometimes covered with blue and green, but they remained rather clear.
But this one was strange darker, more blue, more scintillating.
"Well, anyway, it's always a Sea Wing egg ... And there's no other egg in the middle of the ocean ... Well, I guess ..."
Nautilus was exhausted, soaked to the bone (even though the Sea Wings loved to be wet, they liked it less water weighing their wings at the point of flight), hungry (he had not eaten anything since the day before) , and did not want to look for another egg in the middle of the blades.
It is therefore necessary delicately between its paws.
"It's crazy, an egg should be dead for a long time, and yet it's still hot ... It's a chance that it's not eaten by a shark ..."
He flew towards the cave.
"Will it be a male, or a female?"
I always wondered how the mothers do to know if it is a male or a female ... In any case, it will be born tonight, and it is not hard to guess ..."
Indeed, the egg moved so much that it threatened to break.
But Nautilus was in great haste to return to the cave, and did not take care of the egg.
At that moment the egg broke into a thousand pieces, and the dragon in the egg fell into the water.
Nautilus plunged it out.
The sea dragon was slipping on the scales of the dragon, which managed to catch him and lift him out of the water.
The young dragoon, frightened, wounded a squeal.
- Irrrrrrk
- Calm down, you get to the subterranean cave.
- Awrrk
- We arrive…
They arrived near a tiny island, where the waves crashed on its sides. The dragon dived underwater.
- Hold on tight!
- Awrrk?
They came in front of a submarine entrance. Nautilus called:
-Cirrus!
-Nautilus …
- I bring a new recruit!
They reached a cave.
It was much larger than the outer island, and it was astonishingly luminous.
The light came from an opening camouflaged in the rock.
The moons always shone above their heads.
-A SeaWing, then!
- Uh ...
-Oh, sorry, a female SeaWing!
Nautilus was a little lost in this avalanche of hostility, but Cirrus had always been like that.
"I must find a name for him;
- Very good. You will call me when you have chosen. I'll get the IceWing.
Cirrus left in the storm that was now raging.
Nautilus looked at the sky and then contemplated the young wagon:
It was dark blue, its luminous bands shining in the dim light.
He noticed luminous bands around his eyes and one on the corner of each eye.
It had the horns of a lighter blue, as well as under its wings, on its dorsal crest, and on the webs between her claws.
She had a birthmark on the neck also lighter.
But the strangest was neither his luminous bands, nor his lighter blue spot, nor his tail thinner than the tails of the other Sea Wings, had his eyes:
They were purple-red, and they possessed delicate golden trays which started from the pupil.
The wagon returned her eyes.
He continued:
"In memory of this tempest, I would call you Darkstorm."
- Darkstorm? Said the little dragon.
- And now, let's hope all our plan will work...