Ch. 1: The Rhyme of Prophecy

"Three dragons, three stories, one tale to tell.
One destiny, intertwined, that will end well.
The dragon of light, golden of the sun,
The dragon of magic, with space and time,
And the phoenix dragon, the flame of light itself.
One of the past, one of the present, one of the future.
All shall come together to combat the greatest threat in existence,"

It was the ancient prophecy of the three dragons. The Golden Dragon of the Sun, the Portal Master Dragon, and the reborn Sol, in the form of another phoenix-dragon hybrid.

And it worked surprisingly well as a lullaby, which is what it was currently being used for.

It was the only memory Bash had of his mother, his eyes being closed as a young dragon as she sang the prophecy of the three dragons. The two-year-old dragonet had woken up the next morning, alone in the cave. He never did find out what happened to her.

Bash had woken up that morning, asked "Mama?" and, when no response was forthcoming, he had struggled out of bed on his little stumpy legs, and wandered around the cave, thinking that perhaps she was hiding that little bit of rock with his favourite chew toy on it, (it was his favourite because it was the only one that could hold up to his powerful jaws) or perhaps the bones of the sheep they had eaten together for dinner last night, or maybe even that little pebble near her bed.

He was two. The dragonet didn't really use logic.

But he had finally checked every corner of the cave, and nothing. His mother was gone.

And yet Bash still thought this was all some kind of game, that his mother was hiding somewhere and waiting for the right moment to leap out and surprise him. "Mommy, come out! I don't like this game!" the young dragonet whined.

There was no response.

Bash ran back to his bed and climbed under the giant leaf that served as a blanket for him, and bawled his eyes out for several hours.

But eventually, he could cry no more. And that was when he heard the voices outside.

Okay, so technically the Bash, Jade and Flashwing thing came second on the poll, and the Pop Fizz and Wrecking Ball thing was first, but I only actually put that one in because I thought I needed more options and I honestly didn't think anyone would actually go for it. Plus I just really wanted to write this. And I also know I said I wouldn't start this until I finish 'A Technical Tail', but I'm getting writer's block for all three of my other fictions, so I figured, what the heck?

So, 'These Flightless Wings' is going to be split into three parts; Bash's history, the events surrounding him meeting Flashwing, and the entire story with Jade. Which is for me to know and you to find out.

"You have no idea what to do, do you?"

I do so, Riley. She's going to - wait, you're trying to get me to give away spoilers again, aren't you? So you can censor them and get a bonus in your next pay-cheque.

"When are you going to write a spin-off about me and Zap?"

When Valhalla becomes a war zone. As in, not until late (CENSORED FOR SPOILERS). Oh. Well played.

Anyway, like with the first chapter of 'A Technical Tail', sorry about the overall shortness of this chapter, but I've developed a bad habit of making the first chapter of each new fiction really short. Go figure, and cross your fingers that I'll be able to get the rest of the chapters of this fiction to my normal two to three thousand words. Peace!