Chapter One
One warm, slightly breezy day in the countryside of Phyrria, a NightWing drifted along in the air, his shimmering, silver and black wings fanned out. He turned and flew towards SkyWing territory.
Swiftflier wasn't afraid of encountering any other dragons. He was a fast flier- maybe the fastest in Phyrria. He wasn't too bad a fighting, either. Not to mention his quick wit and 'sweet-talking', as his sister Stargazer put it.
He landed on the second highest mountain in SkyWing territory. The SkyWing palace was on the highest, and he didn't want to risk getting seen there. He gazed out over Phyrria, breathing in the fresh mountain air.
"Hey!"
Swiftflier turned calmly. He blinked slowly at he ruby-red SkyWing standing in front of him. Her wings were spread wide, making her four times her usual size.
"What are you doing in SkyWing territory?" she demanded, folding her wings and stalking closer. She reached out her long, slender neck and sniffed his wingtip.
"I could ask you the same thing," he replied. Her head jerked up, surprised by the question.
"What?" she growled. "I live here!"
Swiftflier walked in a circle around her. He reached out a talon and prodded one of her wings. She promptly snatched it away from him, her golden eyes glaring at him.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Why should I tell you?" she snarled. Swiftflier gazed at her skeptically.
"I already know. You're repeating your name over and over in your mind. Now just tell me," he said, making himself sound bored. He couldn't actually read her mind, but she didn't need to know that.
"Then why do you need to know?" she said. His gaze continued to bore into her until she looked away. "Fine. Scorch," she muttered. Swiftflier nodded, pleased, and took a seat. She glared at him.
"Wonderful. And it's only fair if you know my name, correct?" he said happily, picking at one of his talons. He pretended not to notice Scorch dig her claws deep into the ground.
"I don't care what your name is," she growled. "Now get out before I rip your wings off!"
Swiftflier looked at her unhappily. "Now that's no way to treat friends, is it?" he scolded. "And my name's Swiftflier." She growled.
"Why don't you go back to your wonderful NightWings and leave me alone?" she snarled.
"Well, first of all, I'm a traveler. I prefer to see the world. I think the RainWing village would be nice, wouldn't it? And second of all, I recall a certain SkyWing approaching me, not vice versa," he said simply.
"What is wrong with you NightWings?" she sighed in defeat. Swiftflier smiled.
"Have you met more of us? Oh, now I'm jealous," he said. She shot him a glare.
"No. But I assume the rest of them are like you. I'm glad I'm not a NightWing," she said.
"Ouch. That was rude," he replied. He jumped to his talons. "Well, like I said, the RainWing village would be a nice place to visit. But give me a call anytime you want to rip my wings off! I'll be sure to stay away," he said lightheartedly. He turned and took off into the sky, leaving the confused SkyWing on the mountain.