Tatyana awoke in a flurry of confusion, and she was staring up at a nice blue sky. Her hands felt weirdly cold, and she had to move them around and look at her arm-

Pure, jet black scales, dull black talons with webs and a fluorescent dark ruby red tinge to them that made them shine. Tatyana flung herself upright, staggering to realize she was no longer bipedal but a literal dragon. She took a few steps forward, looking around the prairie around her to see it was something like in those fantasy movies, or maybe like something in Norway. Tatyana looked around, stretching the massive black wings on her back before getting a feel for them, forcing herself into the air. For a fighter pilot, learning to fly wasn't difficult, she banked away from the prairie towards the mountains, watching their jagged shapes get further into view.

Tatyana looked back, laughing as she saw she had a pair of rudders that looked like the vertical stabilizers on a fighter jet and same with the horizontal ones at the edge of her tail. She forced one side in, and she angled her wings to turn swiftly, then with a flick of her tail she sharply turned. The forces that were felt were so damn powerful, and even then her vision became tinted and it reminded her of a visor on their helmets. Tatyana laughed, "I don't know if this is a dream, but for the great motherland do not wake me up!"

She twirled mid air, then came back around, feeling rather amazed at the power behind her wings as she angled them back to cut through the air sharper. Soon, she could feel the forces of gravity pressing against her scales, and she was travelling faster and faster before-

BOOOM.

Tatyana reached past the speed of sound, everything was rushing past her at impossible speed then she flared out her wings to attempted a landing to only fall face first into the ground, digging up dirt. She sat there, shaking herself off, and looked around to wonder exactly where her father was-and with that the anxiety kicked in.

"Papa?" She called, looking around to see nothing.

Around her was just a large, massive land that stretched on forever. Her eagle eye sight made things much worse, with things so sharp and clear...Tatyana bolted into the forest ahead, only to duck down and see dragons crowded around. Two sparkly light coloured dragons that literally radiated cold.

"Tanya!?" A dragon with dark ruby red scales asked to the nothing in the sky, he was pacing around with a slight stagger to his step as he got used to walking.

The dragon was smaller than the rest, but bigger than her and she yelped, "PAPA!?"

It sounded stupid when she leaped out of the bushes to tumble in front of them, sitting there goofily with a happy grin. The massive sleek dragon that she assumed to be her father had quickly and slightly awkwardly walked over to Tatyana, nudging her with his pure black hooked beak. His eyes were a strange pine needle green, reminding her of a murky water and she flinched away. He rested his head on hers, a gesture of affection.

"Oh wow, look at this, so cute is it not?" The adult male Ice dragon said, leaping down from his ledge of rocks to look at Tatyana and smile. He whacked her playfully with his cold wing which she snapped open her maw and shot a short burst of fire.

Markov leaped back, "Hey! Watch it!"

"I did not know I could do that..." She admitted, "It does not feel as hot as I thought."

She cocked her head in deep thought, blinking at Markov's grey sparkly scales that radiated frost with his piercing blue eyes that were just as sharp as spears themselves-Markov was certainly a man who had seen many things during war, Bosnia wasn't a pretty sight. It had gotten so bad that her father was Krista's bodyguard, he had to fire his sidearm only a few times but never had he killed a man up close. Her father's wings wrapped around her tightly, and she tried to shake him away.

"Ek, nyet, do not do that!" She warned, wriggling out from under his wings to sit by Markov. She poked him with a small sharp talon, "You are as cold as Moskova in the winter."

"I am not called an Icewing for anything," The colonel rolled his eyes.

"Oh so what am I? A sub-breed of papa, he and I look alike. I am just...black with weird rudders." Tatyana said, wriggling her tail in the air like a cat.

"That is so cool!" Gutierrez said, leaping down from one of the twigs with his scales shifting to an intrigued purple-yellow. "They look like the ones we have on our jets! Was that you who flew by?"

"Wow captain you are just as bad as my own hellspawn is," Her father said with a nod of his head, then shaking it.

"Yes that was me who flew by," Tatyana said, shaking out her wings-it felt weird to have an extra pair of appendages, heck three pairs plus a tail! It felt strange to say the least. She looked up at her father, jittering a little in her spot. "I broke the sound barrier." She announced.

"Yeah that was twice as loud as a gunshot," Rehl said from her spot beside Bishop, laying there like a cat with her one front claw in front of the other.

To say it, Rehl was pretty, she was a shimmering crimson red with a little darker colouring on the underside of the wings. Her eyes had been bright blue with a little shimmer to her scales like fire, although they didn't seem to burn or catch anything on fire. She looked up at Bishop who had been like her father, just grey in colour with slightly more pointed spines and without the wing membrane at the front of the wings. His talons were also serrated like Markov's, but instead he had almost black eyes. Gutierrez seemed rather not so pleased with the pair, and it made her question.

"How long were you all here?" She asked the group.

"At least two weeks," Krista's voice broke sharply through the silence, she was still seated on the rock and her wings were now splayed out as they caught the sun's rays.

"I just got here-" She said, then shook her head as everything seemed to disassociate and pull herself back into her mind. Tears stung her eyes so she kept her head down. "I'm going for a walk."

Tatyana burst into the air with one swift kick of her wings and soared over them, trying to fight back those tears full of fear, and her father watched with a concerned gaze.

"I'm going after her-"

"Yeah no Ruskie let her go by herself," Gutierrez put a wing out in front of him to stop him from taking to the skies in a heartbeat.

"She does not do that something is wrong!" Illich argued, flaring his wings a little.

"Yeah, did see a few tears," Krista leaped down gracefully from her rock perch, shaking herself and stretching her wings. "Did you not say she was empathic, Sergei?"

"Yes she is, like her mother," The dark red dragon nodded.

"Someone here must be upset and she felt that intensely," The Icewing dragoness said, "I think Guts should follow her, he is the most like her."

"And I am not? I raised her from five to fifteen although she was a hassle." Major Illich said, there was a worrying edge to his voice as he kept looking at the sky.

"Hey, Ruskie we'll be back by sundown, I think she just needs some time to process all of this." The Rainwing was now a bright shade of red-he could never hide his feelings very well but covered it with a 'I just like the colour'.

"Fine," The major didn't bother to argue anymore and let the stubborn Rainwing fly off into the sky to find his daughter.

To which the Rainwing did, only a mile or two out, travelling past the speed of sound and finally landing in a forest area. He followed her, changing his scales to match the area, and landed within the branches-he was light enough to do so. She sat there, staring at a small rock, ears darting back and forth as she listened for any other sound; he had to be careful if he wanted to stay unnoticed. Tatyana whipped around, "I can hear your stupidly loud breathing, Gutierrez." He leaped down, letting his emotions go full force with bright red and black.

"The hell's up with you and Rehl?" She asked.

"She's a little angry with me," Gutierrez said, standing beside her. "You plan on staying here?"

"In this area? Yeah." She nodded, curling up in her spot, hoping that the air force pilot got the message.

The Rainwing curled up beside her. She found him to be like an older brother.

"Why me? I'm scared Gutierrez...everything feels strange...like I'm drowning," Tatyana sounded like she was choking, coughing as her voice wavered.

"You know you should just sleep kiddo, I'll wake you up soon," He said.

Tatyana had done so, but what was brought back had been terrible. Nightmares. She was stuck in an infinite circle of replaying the dream over and over again, where she had ejected from the aircraft. It was terrifying, and when she had awoken she was curled against the dark ruby side of her father. It had been in the middle of the night, the stars shone and Tatyana almost forgot what that looked like-all the light in the world ruined that for her. She stared up at the starry night sky, and there visible were all their constellations, little shapes made of stars; Tatyana smiled.

She wriggled out from her father's tight grasp of her, and sat there in the camp. Tatyana jumped into the sky, wondering where is was she could fly to. From her view she could slightly see an entire plains full of sand and a stronghold there in the middle of it. Tatyana looked back down at the group, wondering if she would let her curiosity get the worst of her or stay back and let it tear her apart limb by limb. She chose to fly off, but a part of her sensed eyes on her.

"Tanya, get down here," Markov had spoken sternly. "With your ability to not listen I am sure you would-"

"You sound like papa, I cannot have fun half the time because that helicopter father is around," She spat, it was an insult, sure.

"Call your father that again and I will personally make sure you are grounded," The Ice dragon said, flapping his silver wings a little.

She wouldn't give up, so she dove into a spiral then darted back up, ignoring Markov's frustrated yelling as she laughed into the night. She was fifteen! It was easy to handle this on her own! Tatyana looked back, cursing as a few shapes all in an eerie military way had risen into the air. Warwolf One, her father and Markov had been chasing after her. Tatyana laughed at that too, trying to get more momentum through the air to propel herself along. Not before long she had broken that wonderful sound barrier, causing a large rattling boom to echo along the land, and a screech as her body darted along the sky. They were long gone then. Tatyana had touched the cold sands in less than a minute after going supersonic, it wasn't as graceful since she hadn't expected it to be so cold.

Tatyana bolted across the sand and only in a few minutes had something accurately dive bombed on her, and picking her back up into the sky.

"Hey!" She protested in Russian to which the dragon(her father) replied back rather miserably in the same language.

"Hush before you are in more trouble than this was worth."

Tatyana snorted and tried twisting, but Markov had been there to help and catch her if she escaped. "I hate all of you." Her glare was directed at Markov.

She twisted around again, then dropped from his grasp, gliding down to the cold ground below her. She sat there, unmoving since she didn't want to go back there-she felt so out of place since everyone had been much much older than her, Tatyana wanted to find others around her age. The sky dragon landed there in front of her, glaring down at his misbehaving daughter who did nothing but glare back. "I am going out there." She pointed to the sands. "I'll return soon, I'm curious."

"No, not without one of us," Illich growled. "You do not leave do you understand me?"

"Nyet," Tatyana shook her head, then started off into the desert, ignoring his muttered Russian curses.

It was funny to see him get so angry, but she knew better than to anger her father who of course had been a part of a plot that succeeded in attempting to bomb the USA...just a little over the White House. Tatyana stopped in her tracks. "Father if I were to go to one of the dragon civilisations and they saw the two of us what would they think?"

"That you are a hybrid, nothing more," Her father landed. "I will go with you."

"Fine," The teenager spat, shaking her head and allowed the Sky dragon to follow her through the desert.

It was bad, it was so so bad, Tatyana didn't look like any of the several dragons they saw coasting the night sky. Out of place rudders and webs between her talons. What if she was an old breed of Sky dragon? One that lived out on the coasts and that streaked high and fast over the sky? To her surprise, she found out much much more about this world. Maybe everything hadn't been so safe as it was hailed to be.

Tatyana jumped up on the little small city's walls, perched there like a cat with her father who had followed. "See." She said. "I do not look like any of them!"

"Be quiet!" He hissed in Russian, whacking her with his wing, then tore her from the wall to hide in the sand. "Someone was there."

"Where?" She asked, suddenly fired up to do something utterly stupid.

"No time," With her he leaped away from the doorway, buried fully in the sand.

Note: Since I'm updating this story from my phone I'm so so sorry if it's bunched together.