StormWing Return; Part One
By; DeathHurtsDoesn'tIt
(Credit to my friend Jenny, for the Idea of a Storm dragon)
"What is it?" Destiny gasped, studying the odd, unconscious dragon on the ground. The little nightwing circled the mass of scales with intense curiosity. "No idea." Canary said, awestruck. "She's not a rainwing, or an icewing. I wonder if she's a hybrid, or maybe even animus cursed."
"Maybe, but she's really pretty, with those gold stripes on her wings. Ooh, and look, she's got metallic blue spots on her sides!" The two dragonets watched every pained movement that the larger dragon made. "What do you suppose happened?" Destiny looked at her rainwing friend. "I don't know, but you could try reading her mind." Canary suggested. "I'm trying, but her thoughts are all foggy!" Destiny whined.
"Hey, guys how about actually coming over and helping!" Peak roared. The skywing was struggling under the weight of her brother. Canary and Destiny hurried over to help. Canary hissed at peak and slipped Cliff's left arm and wing over her shoulder. The two smaller dragonets supported the other side of his body. He was injured. Not nearly as bad as the bigger, weirder dragon lying on the sandy earth behind them.
Cliff had a broken hind leg, horn, and possibly a few tail and rib bones. He would've had to fall from an extremely high place to break so many bones, thought Canary. When they found him, he was a few feet away from the other dragon, whom had suffered far more damage. She had a broken jaw, and tail, Missing teeth, and worst of all, her wings were mangled so horribly, the poor dragon might not ever fly again.
"Once we get Cliff home, we…should come back for her." Destiny mumbled, gesturing to the silver dragon behind them.
Peak stopped abruptly, and Cliff moaned in pain. "Are you INSANE? For all we know, she could've ATTACKED MY BROTHER!" Peak snarled.
Destiny's eyes filled with hurt. I would hate to be able to read Peak's thoughts, Canary shuddered at all the hurtful words that Peak often used when speaking to the little nightwing. "You really would." Whispered Destiny as if Canary had said it out loud. Canary's scales faded a light purple out of guilt, and hoped the dragonet could read the sympathy in her mind.
"Well we don't know she did. And maybe we could get some answers if we talked to her. What if she was trying to catch him?" Canary offered. "She is not!" Destiny glared at Peak. Canary was used to the one-sided conversations dragons often had with Destiny.
"Let's just get back to the fort. Okay! No more stupid chit-chat." Answered the red dragonet.
Destiny was still upset by the time they reached the large sandstone building known as 'the fort'. The trio set Cliff down in the sand. Canary and Peak waited while Destiny went inside to get Sahara. Moments later, Destiny hurried out the huge wooden doors with a large sandwing. "Heavens! What in Pyrrhia happened?" Sahara gasped, eyeing the injured skywing dragonet. "We don't know. He needs help!" Destiny chirped. "Well, hurry then. Come in, come in!" the sandwing beckoned.
Canary and Destiny sat outside the room Cliff was resting in. Peak was by his side, still as a statue.
"Canary, I still think we should go help that other dragon. She was hurt bad." Destiny whispered. Canary thought, but what are we going to do then? I know we can't just leave her out in the desert, but what could we possibly do? Destiny considered this for a moment. "We could bring her here."
Maybe. Okay, let's go. But we should probably get a cart or something first, Canary agreed. "Great, I'll steal one from the back." Destiny scurried off and out the doors.
They arrived back at the place where they'd found Cliff. The Silver dragon was gone. "Where is she?" Canary said, just as she noticed the tracks in the sand. They were leading west, toward the water's edge of the Kingdom of Sand. Canary lifted her neck higher and noticed a shiny speck in the distance. She didn't need to say so for the younger dragonet to follow her.
They caught up to the weird looking dragon and landed behind her. Canary cleared her throat "Umm, who- well, uh, who are you?"
Without turning around, the dragon lied down and whispered, "Lost." She gave a sad laugh. "Canary, she's really sad. I don't think she's the kind of dragon who'd attack a skywing dragonet for no reason." Destiny looked up at Canary hopefully.
"What's your name? What happened to you, and the skywing?" Canary stepped a bit closer. I should try to be gentle, "You're injured, we could, um, help you. What's your name?"
"I am Cumulonimbus." She sighed "This wasn't supposed to happen!" tears streamed over her silver snout. Her white fangs glittering in the moonslight.
