Hey guys! Here is a Wings Of Fire story. It takes place about 3-4 years before the prophecy was created. The main characters are my OCs. And a disclaimer: I don't own WoF, I only own my OCs.
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Dawn's P.O.V
Another day, another battle. Eight sib troops, including mine, and a two wings of Skywings were headed off as reinforcements for a rather large group of Sandwings and Icewings that had ambushed two Mudwing patrols.I heard the sounds of battle, coming from the right, so I steered my sibs to the other troops and the Skywings followed.
Their commander approached me in midair, saying,"How are you planning to attack?" She tipped her head to the distant dragons fighting. "How about you take your Skywings to left side, and I'll steer the Mudwings to the riverbank, head on." I decided. I was the Bigwings of my siblings, and the battle strategizer. She nodded and signalled to her dragons. "Yes, Commander Carmine", a scarred orange one replied. I called to the other Bigwings. "We're attacking from the south, the Skywings, southeast. We need one troop to help the injured patrol." Cinder's troop, with two fire-proof soldiers and one medic volunteered. "Ok, let's go!" My brother Crocodile cried, as he dove down, and we all followed
Cinder and her siblings pulled the injured troops away, and we attacked. There were four wings of dragons, two Icewings, two Sandwings. Sort of unusual. After a while, it seemed we were winning. I found myself tangling with an Icewing, and losing. His cold body made me unable to breathe fire, and I clawed aimlessly, with little success. He reared back his head to freeze me, but suddenly Carmine dove in, and brought him down. He writhed in pain, blue blood spurting from the wounds. I thanked her breathlessly, and she nodded and flashed a small smile. I'd never been big on killing, preferring to stick to defence. Carmine looked almost comfortable doing it though. We were doing this for a good cause, right? All hail Queen Burn? I shook off my doubts as I flew towards a another dragon.
The battle was nearing a close, and the ground was littered with burned, clawed, poisoned, and frostbitten bodies. It almost made me sick. Blaze's forces seemed to be on the verge of retreat, but both sides had suffered losses.
To my left, I caught sight of a Sandwing and a Mudwing battling. The Sandwing had his. barb poised above the Mudwing's head, ready to strike. With a flash of horror I realized the Mudwing was Crocodile! My Bigwing instinct kicked in and I barrelled into the Sandwing, snarling,"No one hurts my siblings. Ever." He met my eyes, and a strange look came over them. He slipped out of my grip, and flew away. Away from the battle, towards the mountains. A larger Sandwing called out," Dusk! Get back here now!", but Dusk flew on. Confused, I nudged Crocodile, and we flew back to the kingdom. The battle was over. For now.
I made the hardest decision of my life that night. I left. Leaving a hasty note, explaining my reasons, I made Croc the Bigwings and flew away, in the direction of Dusk. It hurt so much to leave my siblings, but I couldn't fight anymore.
There you go. Next chapter is coming soon, R and R please! We will see Carmine 's POV next.
Wishing you a great day,
Clearly