Paralyzed by Comettail of the NightWings
PART ONE
PROLOGUE
Author's Note: I'll be accepting SkyWing OCs for this story. You can leave them in the comments or send them to me through Private Messaging. I'm going to try to include everyone's OCs, so leave a special note if you want yours to be a main character, and I'll see what I can do.
The edge of the mountain was covered with stones, which made it the perfect place for Osprey's rock hunt. Basalt, granite, and obsidian; all of these were rocks he already had in his collection, and none of them were very valuable. But they were still cool to look at, so he slipped it into the pouch around his neck, where he kept his most precious treasures.
A sharp pain hit him in the back of the head. He turned and picked up the offending pebble. Quartz. Facts ran through Osprey's head. Oxide mineral, seven on the Mohs hardness scale, melting point 1670 degrees Celsius. He looked up. Two brutes stood in front of him, their arms overflowing with rocks. Both were about two or three years older than him.
"Hey, you! What do you think you're doing?" Sneered the taller of the two. He walked with such arrogance that it was clear he was the leader. "This is our place."
"Actually," Osprey said, sounding a lot braver than he felt, "This land belongs to Queen Peak."
"You think you're so brave, do you? You think you're so tough and clever," The dragon snickered. "Well, I've got news for you. You aren't." He gave Osprey a hard shove.
"You're wrong. I don't think I'm brave. I don't think I'm tough. But you got one thing right," Osprey's voice grew more confident as he spoke. "I do think I'm clever. And I know that you're only picking on me because of your own low self-esteem."
"So now you're going to give us a speech?" He mocked. "Tell Gust and me that we should stop and 'listen to our hearts' because it's the 'right thing to do?'"
"C'mon, Summit," The other dragon- Gust, presumably- muttered, "It's not worth our time."
Summit shook his head. "Naw, we ain't leaving. This little dragon here, he's got an attitude. He wants to start something. You wanna start something, Little Dragon?"
Osprey shook his head. "I, um, I've got somewhere- I have to go."
"Hold it, Little Dragon! You're not going anywhere," Summit growled, grabbing Osprey's talon and twisted it behind his back. "It's time you learned to respect your superiors."
"You're... not..." Osprey struggled, "My... superiors!"
"That's what you think now," Summit said fiercely. "Let's see what you think after I mush you into a pulp."
All of a sudden, Gust let out a piercing scream. It took Summit by surprise, giving Osprey the opportunity to slip out of his grasp. He lifted his wings to fly and saw at once what Gust had been screaming about. It was a scavenger, clutching a silver dagger.
It happened too quickly for Osprey to think about it. The scavenger darted up his tail and slashed the knife into his tail. He screamed in pain.
"Let's scram!" He heard Summit urge.
"NO! Stop, don't leave me!" But it was too late; the dragons had already begun to fly away. Osprey tried, despite the screaming pain in his tail, to fly into the air. He lost his balance quickly and crashed into the ground. The force of the fall was so strong, it knocked him out.
When he came to, there realized that the scavenger had gone. His pouch had been ripped the leather band that held it. Worse, nearly all of his treasure had been stolen. Thankfully, he seemed mostly unharmed from the fall. Other than being sore and a little bruised, nothing else hurt aside from his tail-
Wait. Now that he thought of it, his tail didn't feel any pain. In fact, it didn't feel anything at all. And then, the realization hit him like a brick (or like a brute dragon named Summit.)
His tail was paralyzed.