I do not own Wings of Fire, but I do own the ShockWings. Please be courteous and don't review meanly.

The Fire of the City of ShockWings

A young, electric blue dragonet peeked out of a cave. He looked back and forth, not believing his eyes. Hundreds of dragons of blue and yellow colors were scrambling around, gathering food and shouting. He smelled smoke on the air. His mother, a beautiful and unique shade of turquoise, came running up.

"Use the tunnel, Spark! Run! Leave the city! It isn't safe!" she cried, pushing him a little.

"Why, Mother? And why can I smell smoke in the air?" Spark asked, afraid.

But his mother could do nothing else, as a fire roared into the city. She stretched out so she was covering the cave. Spark ran to the tunnel in the side, but hit his head on a stalactite. He saw, dimly, the glow of the fire through his mother's wings before blacking out and being carried away by a RainWing.