A/N: Hey guys, I'm back with a new one- Wings Of Fire fanfic! Hope you like, and review!
If Darkstalker never had been born... (Part one)
Prince Arctic stared across the room and at the mostly black dragon, who met his brilliant blue gaze with her own dark green one. Foeslayer stuck out her forked black tongue and shot a completely bored glance at her mother, a massive female NightWing who was talking with his own mother, Queen Diamond. He smirked and nodded, agreeing with her from the other side of the room.
The two dragons had gone inside after their conversation, and were annoyed to find that the Peace Delegation was just as boring as they'd said. Arctic sat next to Snowflake, (much to his disliking) who kept shooting him withering glances as if he'd done something wrong again.
How could he say or do something wrong, his mother wasn't even letting him speak! "Arctic, what do you think?" Queen Diamond turned to him.
Uh-oh... Maybe he should spend more time on listening, and being prepared to speak, other than glaring at his mother because she wasn't letting him. "Umm... Uh..." He stammered, before giving a weak grin.
He felt terribly embarrassed, until he heard the soft laughing from across the room. Foeslayer was chuckling at him, and that boosted his confidence, so he stood there, feeling awkward but not caring. His mother sighed in disappointment, and he saw Foeslayer's own mother shoot her daughter a look, which caused her to shut up immediately, but he caught her flashing him a grin.
He sat back down, feeling immensely proud of himself, but he felt a prickle of danger as Snowflake leaned forward and whispered in his ear; "You seem to amuse her." There was a warning in those words, a warning that said; 'Don't let me notice you making friends with an NightWing, or Queen Diamond will hear about it.' But Arctic merely glanced at his engaged, a challenge in his eyes. "It seems so." Was his retort, and he turned back to face the Peace Delegation, his face void of emotion.
His eyes caught Foeslayer's again, and she smiled at him again, her dark green eyes glowing. But he subtly shook his head, and darted his eyes over to Snowflake, and back again.
She seemed like she understood what he was saying, for the smaller NightWing sat back and watched the negotiations, her expression showing that she was uninterested, and wasn't afraid to show it. Arctic admired that... Okay, he admired everything about her, but especially that!
Finally, Queen Diamond and Foeslayer's mother, who's name was Abyss, got up, and Queen Diamond, ever on schedule, invited her quests to stay for dinner. Abyss agreed, saying that one of the four NightWings, a large, broad-shouldered male named Starquest (proud of that name!) would take the message back to Queen Vigilance, while the other three, Foeslayer, Abyss, and Foeslayer's father, Galaxy stayed.
Arctic grinned at the thought of Foeslayer staying longer, but saddened when he realized he'd probably wouldn't be invited to the feast, especially not after he'd messed up this afternoon in the negotiations. And as usual, he was right. As soon as Diamond, her husband, who Arctic couldn't remember the name of, (can't remember his dad's name XD poor Arctic) Snowflake, and the NightWings were sat down at the table, Queen Diamond spoke up. "Arctic... Leave us!" She said, sticking her nose in the air.
Arctic visibly drooped, and even though he caught his father giving him a sympathetic glance, nothing could cheer him up and he slowly began to leave the room. "No... Prince Arctic can stay, he would be no trouble." Except that.
He turned around, hope rising in his chest. Abyss had spoken up, her sly black eyes locked on Queen Diamond. Beside her mother, Foeslayer perked up, raising her snout to peer curiously at the IceWing Queen. Diamond looked angry, but sighed, (a little too dramatically, Arctic thought,) and nodded.
A rush of glee shot through him, and he barely managed to stop himself from skipping back over to the table, but instead, he bowed, and walked over slowly, like the dignified IceWing he was supposed to be. With another twinge of delight, he realized that the only chair unoccupied was sitting across from Foeslayer, and he eagerly sat down and grinned at her, and she smiled back.
The feast began, and Arctic noticed that Galaxy and Abyss seemed not to like the dried raw fish and he figured it was because they usually cooked their food. But Foeslayer was demolishing her plate, only pausing to look up, smile politely at Queen Diamond, and say; "This is great! If I knew the IceWings had this good food, I would've visited much earlier!"
Arctic let out a small chuckle, careful not to let his mother or Snowflake hear, and shook his head exasperatedly at Foeslayer when she met his eyes. Queen Diamond seemed to see through Foeslayer's fake flattery act, so she only acknowledged the young NightWings words with a polite nod. If only Arctic could enchant something to make awkward silences go away... 'But, on no circumstances am I to perform any magic until my Gifting Ceremony, even though,' he thought as he stared at the earring Foeslayer was wearing. 'I've already done so...'
"So, your name is..?" He asked Foeslayer, one reason to stop the awkward silence, and the other to pretend that they hadn't become friends already. One glance from her showed that she knew what he was doing, and she cleared her throat and spoke in the tone that meant to him; 'I'm really bored, so good idea.'
"I'm Foeslayer, this is my mother and father," she said, gesturing to the other NightWings. "Well you probably know who I am already," he said, pretending to be the stuck-up IceWing Prince his mother wanted him to be. "But I'll remind you anyways, I... Am Prince Arctic!" He stuck his snout up so high he had a feeling he'd get a neck cramp soon.
He heard her stifle a giggle, and fought back a smile himself. Before one of them could speak again, however, Queen Diamond began conserving with Galaxy and Abyss, and Arctic's own father- Blizzard, he remembered now, was eating quietly, his gaze stuck stubbornly on his fish.
Foeslayer had gone back to eating too, seemingly loving the fish, even though it was raw. So that gave him the perfect opportunity to look at the young female NightWing properly, she wasn't all black, contrary to what other IceWings said about the NightWing tribe- she was a beautiful mixture of black, purple, silver, and she had dazzling white streaks on the undersides of her wings, which was unique compared to the normal, star-like dots the others all seemed to have.
Arctic was too busy observing her, that he failed to notice two important details to both her and his own safety. One, Snowflake was staring at him angrily, her blue eyes flicking back and forth between him and Foeslayer.
And two, while observing the other NightWings, Arctic had lacked the knowledge that NightWings with silver scales by their eyes were mindreaders... Galaxy fit the description, his silver scales placed differently than others however, they were above his eyes, as if he had white eyebrows, but they still meant the same.
Galaxy looked up from his plate of fish, and caught Arctic's gaze with a unreadable expression, one that made Arctic swallow nervously. The older dragon dropped his gaze, but the IceWing Prince had a sinking feeling that made him think that somehow, Galaxy had figured out his secret... That he was already half in love with Foeslayer, and that he had no regrets.
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