hey guys, I'm back with another WOF story! This one, however, is a sequel to my If Darkstalker had never been born; book.
Special thanks to Icyz10, for suggesting that I continue Arctic, Foeslayer, and Whiteout's story... So, here ya go, Hope you like!
Queen Diamond's counterattack (part one)
Arctic flapped wildly, his wings straining with every beat. 'Must get home...' His mind roared at him, as he tore through the heavy storm, sometimes flying so low his talons touched the sea. He'd been hunting, catching fish, when the storm had come. It was so powerful that he could barely fly, but he had to keep going.
"Almost... There..." He grunted to himself, seeing the gloomy outline of his home.
The island he and Foeslayer had chosen wasn't too big, but big enough to raise their only dragonet, a female called Whiteout.
Arctic was shaken out of his thoughts when a bolt of lightning struck the ocean, narrowly missing the end of his snout. "Gah!" He recoiled in surprise, and quickly sped the last few wingbeats before landing on the island, practically exhausted.
"Uh...huh..." He panted for breath, shaking his wings out and standing back up, looking around. "Foeslayer, Whiteout!" He called, a smile on his snout now. He started walking towards the cave that they slept in, delighted to see his family again. "I'm hom-" Arctic cut himself off as he got into the cave, it was empty.
"Foeslayer? Whiteout?" He called again, frantically telling himself not to panic. The IceWing stepped deeper into the cave, but it was too dark to see anything, as Foeslayer had always kept it light with her fire. Arctic picked up a twig and stared at it, holding it tightly.
"I enchant this stick to always give me light, no matter how dark..." He muttered, and the twig started glowing, giving him enough light to see the entire surroundings.
As he looked around their home, he felt the ring on one of his front talons tingle, as it always did whenever he did magic. The ring was his most prized possession, as without it, he would be an evil, bloodthirsty monster.
Arctic continued down the cave, still calling for his family. "Foeslayer! Whiteout!" He yelled, hearing only his echo back. It was only when he reached the back of the cave that he got his answer. Written on the wall in huge letters was;
"Arctic, my dear, we meet once more. I see you've lost something, or maybe, two somethings? Yes, Arctic, I have your precious NightWing, and your half-breed spawn. We can negotiate when you get here, I'm sure I'll see you soon..."
Arctic's eyes widened and he crept closer, shaking his head in disbelief. "No..." He muttered quietly, placing a talon on the jagged words, only to recoil immediately. He looked at his claws, and found with horror that the words were made out of Dragon blood... NightWing blood...
Something snapped inside of Arctic, and tucking the light-stick into a pouch hanging from his neck, he ran out of the cave and leapt into the air, the storm that had recently troubled him, had no longer any effect.
Arctic beat his wings wildly, going nearly as fast as a SkyWing, and his previous exhaustion faded away. 'I'm coming for you mother...' He thought as he beat his wings together, zooming across the sky.
'And this time, I won't leave until you are dead.'
That's the first chapter! I'm sorry it's short, but I'll get more long chapters in at one point... Thanks!
