Hey there everyone, MasterFrench here and before we get started I wish to say that I do not own the Wings of Fire. That honor goes to Tui T. Sutherland. This is obviously a new fanfic and is taking place separately from any others I have made. Anyway, this one is about the future of the tribes. But enough chit chat! On with the story!
Chapter I
He didn't leave a picture or an object to give him to make sure it was her. He was either really trusting or knew his clients wouldn't dare to set him up. She checked the note again to make sure it didn't magically gain new text to help her find him or explain the job better. Like always, it read: Thief needed. High reward. Please come to the Hearth Fire inn in the town of Possibility as soon as possible. The note explained so little but she knew that she wasn't the first to receive the note. Many thieves have probably seen the note and she needed a job desperately.
She wandered through the alleyways of Possibility and kept a lookout for this inn. Her cloak fluttered in the wind and slight drizzle. This only reminded her that she should find the place before the rain really picked up. She searched another stranger's thoughts who happened to be walking at this hour. But like everyone else the Mudwing didn't know. She turned corner after corner looking at the thoughts of the few dragons that happened to be taking midnight strolls but she had no luck.
The rain was falling much faster and her cloak was soaked when she finally found the stupid inn. She considered waiting until morning but time was of the essence. She walked in and found the place half full with dragons. Some Sandwings sat in a corner and played many different types of instruments while several half-drunk dragons admired them. Several spots in the place had been taken but none of them looked to be the thieving type. Her best bet was to look in the halfway lit places at the back of the room because that is where many of them tend to sit.
No one had the job that she was looking for. But a mind towards the front of the room had thought about something of that sort. She headed towards his direction. It was another Nightwing and like her, he had silver scales under his eyes so he either could predict things or read minds. He looked up as she approached him which gave her a better look at his face. His eyes were a strange hue of light green and his chin was more prominent than most dragons. He had a bad set of teeth that were perfectly white but were all misplaced within his mouth. One even hung out of his mouth when he closed it. He may be ugly but his mind was very active and constantly thought about something intelligent. He smiled when she sat next to him.
"So, 'nother one wants te job, eh? So, what makes 'ou betta than te others?" His teeth made it hard to understand him but his mind said everything clearer than glass. She knew exactly what to say to get the job.
"Well, sir, I lived half of my life in the streets and I depended heavily on my pickpocket and sneaking skills to live past another day. So, my ability is much higher than you would think." He thought on that for only a moment before giving her more details.
"Well din, 'ou hould be betta than oll dem udder heifs. My hon 'tole umtin tat I 'old en dearly. It hould be en a pouch that he keeps wit hem. Peas get it back. We'll talk reward later." Simple. His son has something in a pouch that belongs to this gentleman and he wants it back.
"Okay, sir, your pouch will be returned to you tomorrow before noon or I'll give it to you free of charge. But for now it has been a long night and I wish for some sleep so please excuse me." He watched her skeptically as she asked the innkeeper for a room. She hoped the job played well because this inn coasts a hoard of treasure and a half. The beds weren't very comfy either but with a day's exhaustion on her, she fell asleep. And woke up to someone in her room. The scary bit was that she couldn't read its mind.
It was rummaging through her shoulder bag. Without a sound, she slid out of the bed and creeped up upon the dragon. The dragon either wore a cloak that was black or it was a Nightwing itself. It turned to leave and instead got a face full of fire and claws. It fell to the floor with the quietest scream she thought was possible. It was a he and his face would never be the same.
Serves him right for trying to steal from me. She lit a candle to inspect him. The candle barely provided enough light to see by. The nightwing was curled up, clawing at his snout hopeing that that would make the pain subside.
"Help me." He gasped. "Morningstar, please help me." Morningstar immediately saw what used to be two patches of silver scales under his eyes. A mind reader who could also protect his own thoughts. He wielded massive power. And what he showed her next only made him even more so.
And that's it for this first chapter of this story. Ideas are welcomed and criticism is encouraged. Tell me what you think and maybe we'll see your idea in the story. This has been MasterFrench and until next time. I wish you all adieu.
