One little promise
Chapter 1: the truce
A sandwing sat silently, waiting for someone to come. The nightwings and sandwings had just made a truce, and a nightwing was coming over to speak for the tribe. The female sandwing was becoming quite impatient, and a few minutes later she was pacing across her room. Finally a guard yelled to her. "Your majesty! The nightwing is here!" The guard growled in a gruff voice. Looks like some of my guards don't trust him. She thought with an unhappy scowl. She wanted it to come out like a growl, but instead it came out like a squeal. "Let him in! We can talk in my room." The sound of footsteps filled the palace. "Grrr…. Hurry up!" She growled impatiently. The footsteps sounded quicker. Good, she thought with satisfaction, he'll listen to me well, no doubt. The nightwing entered the room. He was strutting, trying to show off, which made the sandwing snort in laughter. He sat down, making himself comfortable. "It's nice to meet you, err… your majesty." He stammered at the last words, clearly embarrassed. "Just call me Blister, please," She said, unfazed from his stammering. "And you are..?" She asked the nightwing. "Morrowseer, pleased to meet you." He announced, a lot braver now. "So shall we start with the signing?" Her voice wavered a little bit. There was something about this wing that made her all jittery inside. Humph, I'm not about to let a little fear stop me! She thought. "Yes we should." Said Morrowseer quickly, noticing the crease in her face. The paper was lying delicately on a table. "Duneheart! May I have a pen please?" Blister called to one of the dragons. A big sandwing stood up and gave her a pen. "Thank you," she said, with a pleasant tint in her voice. "Here you go." Blister said as she handed the pen to Morrowseer. Morrowseer looked at the paper. It was already signed by blister. He signed it slowly, hoping that he wasn't making Blister impatient. "Well, that ends that." Morrowseer concluded as he finished signing. "Yes, maybe I'll see you again?" Blister asked, a crease in her face tightening. "I promise." Morrowseer said. "A promise….." Blister whispered as he flew away. The next day was spent with pacing and thinking for Blister. Why did Morrowseer make her so jittery? Grrr... Why am I even thinking about this?! She stopped the thoughts in her head. She couldn't think about this, not now, with the war raging. Her alliance with Queen Coral was set. She planned to attack the skywings and drag them down one by one. She was in the middle of writing a letter to Coral about the attack, when one of her guards yelled something. She scrambled downstairs quickly, not caring if she got a scratch or not. "What's going on-agh!" Blister was cut off by a skywing jumping at her, growling. Pushing her tail forward, the skywing got stabbed in the chest with her poisonous tail. The skywing backed up and screamed, as though she were an animus-touched dragon. 1…. 2…. 3… Good, he's dead. She thought happily. She looked around slowly. Skywings were everywhere, and none of the seawings had come yet. She had to finish the letter. Racing upstairs, she grabbed her pen and scribble the note quickly. Beckoning to the messenger, she gave it to him hurriedly. "Go to the summer palace, hurry!"