Prologue

The gray dragon ran, holding a small, lavender dragonet in his talons. Thunder boomed, and his eyes were blurred because of the rain. The dragons behind him were hard to see in the storm, but there was an unmistakeable static feeling that meant there were Stormwings close by. He reached the edge of the sea, but a gray-blue dragon pinned him down. "Windshear, you dont have to do this!" The gray dragon said.

"I am loyal to the queen, unlike you, Cyclone," he said. "What does it matter that one dragonet dies so a whole tribe can live?"

"I thought you were better than this, I thought we were friends!"

"Hahahahaha! We were never friends, I was just keeping an eye on you so you wouldn't do something like this!" While the two dragons were talking, the little dragonet had wriggled free. She wasn't safe, though, there were more dragons coming. She accidentally stepped on a piece of driftwood and it was swept out to sea. She squeaked in terror, but the two fighting dragons didn't notice it until it was too late. She was barely a speck in the dark sky.

"That dragonet is gone, and it's all your fault!" Winshear roared, "Think about what's going to happen to the continent that thing lands on!"

"If it makes it to another continent," Cyclone said. "There are no other continents for all we know!"

"Well..." Windshear said, making chills run down Cyclone's spine. "I promised that by the end of tonight, a dragon would be dead." He swiftly ran over and grabbed Cyclone. "I intend to keep that promise." Then, he slit Cyclone's throat and flew away, leaving the bleeding corpse on the shore, where it got washed out to sea.

The dragonet was clinging onto the wood like a leech to skin. When she looked down, the black ocean looked like an endless pit, waiting to swallow her. She stayed like that, awake, for the whole night.

The next morning, the storm had calmed down, and she was floating peacefully in an endless expanse of blue. Hunger clawed at her stomach, but she didn't dare go in the water. She was also thirsty, but there was no freshwater in sight.

"M-mommy?" A little voice squeaked, "whe-where are y-you?"

She kept calling for her mother, but there was never an answer. Soon, she was too hungry to speak. She dipped her claw in the water, but pulled it out quickly because she felt something terribly slimy touch her. Then, she felt a wave splash over her tail and turned around. There was a pile of strange fish lying where that wave had hit. The dragonet was baffled, but she was too hungry to think about it for long. After eating, she fell asleep.

It went on like this for months, but she was growing less sane by the minute. Dragons need water, and water was something she didn't have, even though she was surrounded by it.Then, one day, when she thought she would die of thirst, gray clouds gathered in the sky and it started to rain. She opened her mouth, relieving her thirst, when a huge wave, looked up before her. She screamed right before it came down, and everything went dark.

End of Prologue