Okay, so hi people! This is definitely going to be updated, as it's a series about the different sides of the characters in Wings of Fire, main and minor. Each character is probably gonna get about two parts to them, although the ones I judge to be more complex will get more parts, and possibly more than one chapter. The first to appear in this story is . . . . Kestrel! Because reasons, people. :)
Mask One
This was the part of herself she let others see, let them think this was all there was to her. Kestrel smiled, an almost innocent grin unlike any she had smiled in the last sixteen years. Bitterness and anger, how even Webs and Dune would describe her personality, even after almost ten years of knowing each other. This mask is necessary, she would tell herself, If I didn't wear it, other dragons would manipulate me. And that was what she told herself, year after year, long after she herself had stopped believing it. Yes, she was bitter, almost beyond belief. Yes, she was angry, furious at the world for forcing her to abandon, even kill her dragonets. One of the thoughts that ran constantly through her head was How DARE Scarlet (she didn't bother using 'Queen' anymore, Scarlet didn't deserve that) force me to give up my dragonets! The- the- the female would have been a great warrior, and as for the male, he would have been too. Why couldn't she see that? I didn't even get a chance to name them... But thoughts could never change the past, and Kestrel was bitter. More common thoughts were furiously violent, bloody, descriptions of what she would love to do to Scarlet for every little thing she had put Kestrel through, including battle wounds and emotional pain. Anger and bitterness were the facets of her personality Kestrel showed the world, were her mask...
Mask Two
And this was the part of herself she kept hidden. The part that whole-heartedly believed that the dragonets she was raising would save the world, that was optimistic and innocent, and believed that things would get better, that maybe Scarlet hadn't killed her daughter. The part she tried to ignore. The part that made sure she stayed. And they would never know that she had cared about them, even the strange little SandWing, and the bitter RainWing. She hadn't wanted to hurt them, but of course she did. Physically, mentally, she had made them unsure of themselves. But in the SeaWing, she had inspired rebellion, stubbornness, had made sure she would never give up, would never abandon her... friends? Of course, she did think it quite strange that dragons from different tribes would be attached to each other, had gone so far as to call it unnatural. But as she fell to her death, Blister's venom slightly numbing her scales, wind slamming her against the sharp, wet rocks, and blood bubbling out of the gashes in her scales and the cut in her throat as she tried desperately to breathe, she thought that perhaps she could have shown this side of her more often, could have been kinder to the dragonets, could have accepted that her dragonets were gone and worked harder to do her part in helping to stop the war, if for no other reason then that she did not want any other mother to have to do this, to be a soldier and have to enter a breeding program and raise your dragonets to be soldiers, to be killed. And she really had been loyal to Scarlet, perhaps not as loyal as that odd Pyrite, who always stayed in the background, but Kestrel would not have betrayed her, at least not until Scarlet had done that to her dragonets. And at least now she knew her daughter was alive, and though she had gotten to see her for maybe a few hours, total,she was happy with how... Peril had turned out, for the most part, anyway. And as she fell, her wings refusing to work, she let her masks fall away...
Well that turned out a bit more angsty than I expected. Just a bit. But this is what I thought Kestrel's thoughts might be when, y'know, she was dying. PLEASE REVIEW AND TELL ME WHAT YOU GUYS THINK. Plus maybe suggest who I should write next, since I'm not really sure who to write. But I AM gonna continue this, and I hope people read this. And not all of them are gonna be as angsty and depressingish as this, okay? And of course this was pretty short, I REALLY need to work on making chapters longer. But, uh, review, and this would be the end.