I'm back! I noticed you guys liked it!

Azalea stared at Blowdart, "Rainwing? What does that mean?"

Blowdart chuckled, "I see you are surprised. Come with me Azalea."

He walked down a hallway off to the side. She followed him, confused.

The walls were cracked and faded, and the floor was dry, tan tile. She looks back at the walls, amazed to find them black and streamlined, the floor under her talons feeling softer, quieting her talonsteps.

"The Training Hall." Blowdart motioned to the huge room the hall led to. Few dragons were seen, most too busy to see her enter.

She gaped at the activities around the room. Tall walls had ropes, fake crags, and caves dotted over the otherwise smooth surface.

She watched as a -1 grappled with a -7, scratching without really doing any damage.

"What is this place?" Azalea looked over at Blowdart, who was shouting to a -1.

He chuckled again facing her, "This is the Training Area, as I said before. Debris will help you around."

A broad -1 smiled at her, dark brown scales hinted by light amber that twinkled in the dim light, "I am Debris. Follow me." she nodded to Blowdart, who quickly went to help a group of -3s with climbing.

"So, I'm guessing you think I'm a -1." It was more of a statement then a question.

"Yes. I'm a Raywing, right?" Azalea curled her tail closer.

"Rainwing. I'm a Mudwing. Looks like you need a tutor. Great! I was actually looking for a student. They are hard to come by, as not many dragons aren't asked to come here." She walked down a corridor, many doored-off caves on both sides.

"Where are we going?" Azalea looked around at the doors, trying to memorize the numbers.

"My dorm. You are gonna be my roomie. Lucky for you the number is 473-5. Pretty close to your number, right?"

Azalea stopped, 473-5. The exact number. "Y-Yes. Exactly."

Debris looked at her, "I'm sorry. This must be a really hard change, and now a random dragon is being friendlier than any dragon has been to you for 5 years. I really should give you some space."

Azalea looked up at the -1, "No, I appreciate the...friendlierness you have shown me. It's strange that I have never heard a word like that."

Debris patted her shoulder in a friendly way, "Well, you'll learn. That's what I'm here for."

She opened the door and inside was a surprisingly spacious room. Inside say 2 things filled with soft-looking material. A wooden box open to the side was filled with papers like the ones her teachers used to hold.

Debris walked into the room, laying on the soft fabric, before quickly explaining, "These are called beds, and that's a shelf with scrolls. You sleep on these, and you read those. Lets start with this one." she grabbed a 'scroll' from the 'shelf' and sat on the 'bed'.

Azalea touched the soft covering and poked a claw through it.

"No. Don't poke holes in the bedding! It'll ruin it." Debris looked at Azalea.

Azalea stopped and looked down, "I'm sorry." she reached her talons out, expecting the stinging pain of the whip being slapped on her arms.

Debris began laughing, "You don't get beaten! Just don't do that next time. Lets start with practical knowledge"

LINE

"-And that's what a -7 Is called." Debris finished after an hour of explaining dragon tribes and colors of the rainbow.

Azalea looked around, the world seeming much bigger and much more confusing.

A gong sounded in the distance, and Debris sat up, "Training time for Sector 5. Come on."

Azalea followed her tutor as they flew down the dormitory hallway. It spilled out to the large Training Center. Blowdart was standing in front of a row of other dragons.

Debris quickly stood next to a...Icewing and Azalea hurried next to her.

Blowdart looked up and down the line, taking in each face. "Well, today is both solemn and joyous. Two of Sector 3's agents were killed, one by themself, and the other from getting between a skirmish on the Skywing's newest territory. Sector 3 had been told that none of their trainees will be sent out for quite a while, and they chose Sector 5 to choose new Assassins. Now before you all scramble to be chosen, I have already have chosen 2 of you."

Debris looked at Azalea with an excited expression. Azalea returned the look with a smile. An Icewing stepped forward, facing Blowdart, "Blowdart, I would like to plead for a spot, sir. I have been in training for 5 years, and one from the Sector 3 was related to me-"

Blowdart raised his talon, "Blast, I know you want to get out of here, and I had to choose between many of you, and what a hard choice it was for me." He sighed, then approached a Nightwing, "Cosmos, you have been chosen. You have been in training for over 3 years." The black-purple dragon seemed to brighten in a moment, and to keep the mood, he had to conceal a smile of joy.

"The next dragon has been here the longest. Blast, you have also been called. Might I remind you not to use revenge as your inspiration. Well, at least not all of your inspiration." Blowdart smiled at Blast, whose smile was not as easily hidden.

They both stepped out of line and bowed to their leader. Both took off and flew to-well, Azalea didn't know where.

Blowdart nodded to the line, and left, his talons clicking on the hard floor.

The line dispersed, and Debris looked over at Azalea, "Wouldn't it be great to be chosen?"

"I guess..." Azalea said with uncertainty.

Debris barked a laugh and turned towards a agility course covered with branches, "Let's start with this. It should be easy for a Rainwing like you. You also probably practiced it in Base Training."

Azalea smiled and followed her newfound friend.

That took waay longer than I thought. I'm sorry about the holdup on The Stone One, I have most of it written out, I just have to type it. See ya next time!!!