Usually when you think of a skywing you think about red-orange dragons with big, strong and powerful wings. However I'm nothing of the sort. I was born oddly colored and with unusually small wings. My mother died before my egg hatched so I had to live with my aunt. I've always felt so lonely. Sitting on the end of my aunt Crimson's ledge I look out at the other dragonets flying and playing games in the sky. I wish I could go play with them. "Celestial why don't you go ask them if you can play with them?" aunt Crimson asks, brushing her wings against mine. "They won't want someone like me to play with them." I respond clutching my talons longingly. "and besides" I add. "when I fly my wings tire to quickly so I wouldn't be able to keep up with them."
" Celestial darling, You have to at least try and even though your wings are … different you are still strong in different skills like literature and art." Aunt Crimson grabs my talons and makes me look towards her. "Please, will you go ask them? Not just for me but for yourself!"
Knowing aunt Crimson I knew she wouldn't let me sit here by myself. So I decided to fly over to the dragonets. The dragonets playing pause when I fly over to them. The oldest one steps forward. " Um. Sorry are we bothering you?"
"oh no, I was just wondering if I could pl-"
"Do you even know what this game is?" he interrupts.
"well no," I start. "but I'm sure I could lear-"
"This game is for skywing dragons who can actually fly. Why don't you do yourself a favor and go back to that ledge so your not in the way."
I tightened my fists and My eyes start to tear up.
"Oh wait." he says smirking. " she probably doesn't understand us seeing as she's not a normal skywing. Go. Away." He says pointing to the ledge.
I was so angry. I wanted so badly to set fie to his face. But…
I knew I shouldn't do that. I turn away and fly down to the forest below us and find a spot where I'm completely hidden and alone. I sat on a fallen log and tried to not cry. A tear falls and lands on a flower.
"hi." a dragon says standing in front of me.
I look up at them. I try not to gawk, but this was a strange dragonet. Her scales were mostly orange but she had a blue striped head and tale. I looked weird too, My scales were a golden orange and my wings were a red-orange. But this dragon Also had gills and glowing scales just like a seawings!
"who are you?" I ask.
"Oh, I'm Bubble. Sorry, I mean, I know I look a little different well you look different too, but like, I wasn't supposed to let anyone see me so it would be great if you don't tell anyone about me, also I feel like I'm being kind of rude, so sorry. Um, What's your name?"
I wipe the tears from my eyes and sit up. "well, hello Bubble I'm so sorry for staring it's just. Are you a hybrid? Oh, my names Celestial."
"ooh, Celestial. That's a Beautiful name and to answer your question yes, I mean I'm not supposed to talk or be seen by other dragons, but yes I'm a skywing/seawing hybrid. Are you a hybrid?"
" I … I don't think so." I respond. Was I a hybrid? It would explain why I looked different and why my wings were small.
Bubble's ears perk up and she whispers "I hear someone coming, sorry, see you later!"
Bubble zooms off into the woods waving good bye.
"Celestial!" My aunt cries. " I saw you take off! I was so worried about you! Are you okay?!"
"You know what?" I say smiling at her. "I think my day actually got a little better."