AAAAAAND I'm back with another chappie of the Silverwing! Things get serious in this. Thalia almost gets murdered and yeah… good stuff… You will also learn more about the dragon background, like the different types—the Nether dragons, the Aether dragons, the Overworld dragons, the Cave dragons… enough about dragons already. Onto the story! Review, enjoy, and review!
~Gemstone
The Nether dragons have a constant war going on with the Baccas. The Bacca War, I think it was called. Everybody thinks it is a big monument of history, but here is the story in a nutshell: the Nether dragons were attacked by the Baccas because one big, bad leader had a grudge against the Nether dragons and it started the war. Bing bang boom. And the dragons always get all the blame? Yeah, well, I don't think people should much dwell on that kind of stuff… dampens the mood… I once heard (before I met her, of course) Star, actually, in the Games, talking about the Bacca War. "It really affected the way Baccas look at dragons. The Nether dragons should be ashamed." Oh well. Maybe it should affect the way dragons look at Baccas. Baccas killed thousands of dragons too, although it doesn't say that in the history books, does it? Only Ray knows my opinion about the Bacca War though. I don't tell anyone else, because they would be like "But it is so important!" I'm sorry if you think it is important, it just isn't much to me.
Maybe because Ray is a Nether dragon. Well her species is from the Nether anyway. Ghostscales naturally live there and naturally hate the Baccas. The War wasn't too long ago; not really. I met Jerome before I knew who he was. I'll tell you about that encounter; not very subtle, no.
Ray and I were walking through a local forest, Greenpines, when we heard voices. "And then I threw my axe at the leader, and he called of his army of Nether dragons. Yeah, I stopped the War," boasted the voice. Before I knew what was happening, Ray had pulled me over to the group of boys. It was a rather large group of boys. Just boys. "The
Nether dragons are probably still nursing wounds because they crossed paths with the Baccas," jeered a rather large teenage Bacca. "Yeah, well, maybe the Baccas should still be nursing theirs," Ray retorted suddenly and without warning. I tugged her arm nervously. "JettRay," observed the Bacca. Ray didn't care. She was glaring at the Bacca from under her white bangs, cloudy, colorless eyes glowering. The only thing that kept her from pouncing on him was me holding her back by the arm.
"No, the Nether dragons are to blame—" this time, he was cut off by a furious roar from Ray. With a tug, I was thrown backwards as she pulled free and her amulet was thrown off. "Ray!" I yelled as she leapt onto the white-faced Bacca. His friends scattered. "You vermin!" screamed the Bacca at Ray. You vermin, grunted the large Ghostscale who was Ray. "Seriously, Ray, knock it off!" I cried, already horrified that Ray had been so angry as to show herself. But whyyyyyyyyyyy? I'm having so much fun, Ray complained. Ray can make a joke out of anything, although I'm not sure she was joking. "JettRay, you get your hide over here right now," I ordered her sternly. We had earlier made a pact as kids not to turn dragon unless emergency. This not an emergency. Give it up, Thals, Ray growled. Just because you're the last Silverwing doesn't mean you have to go all commando on me. Doesn't mean you've got the right, either, she added on. I seethed in my mind, but let it go. She was kind of right, anyway. "I swear I'll do it too," I warned. Turning Silverwing wouldn't have been my first choice, but what could I do, anyway? Ray was not making this easy for me. I had no intention to. Shut up, Ray. I'm sharing this fabulous memory of subtleness. Stop being sarcastic. Oh, and you're not sarcastic all the time. Sarcastic is my style. You're… not built for that kind of stuff. Um, okay. Can we get back to the story now? Sure. Thank you.
Anyway, Ray wasn't budging. You do whatever, Thalia, I am not moving from this spot until this stupid Bacca stops whimpering and lets me bite his head off. Oh, stop whimpering, Bacca. You deserve it if you really killed Heroshine. You know, you're in for a double whammy if you actually did, because he was my dad. Oh, did I forget to mention Ray is a princess too? Well, she is. Wonderful, huh? Two princesses and a wyvern prince traveling the countryside in search of Kinkajou, the last Witherwing. How coincidental. Anyway, I remained true to my word. I tore of my pendant and grew to my true form (which is freaking awesome), silver scales gleaming. I roared at Ray menacingly. You do know that since I'm a dragon, too, that doesn't work, right? It only makes this guy whimper more. Should I bite his head off now, so we don't waste time? Ray asked skeptically, peering again at the Bacca. I reminded myself of the barbaric deeds the Baccas had done, that Ray deserved this, and that she deserved it more than anyone. But the scared, helpless look of the teenage Bacca stopped me. I've always been a softie for helpless people. You can, but only if you let him up and only if he stays to fight, I decided. Ray frowned at me, glaring through sightless, cloudy eyes.
Fine, but I wasn't asking your permission anyway, she hissed. Whenever we are in dragon form, we speak through telepathy, because we cannot speak. More like projecting our thoughts, now that I think about it. I growled at Ray, but realized her point. She hadn't been asking my permission. She would have done whether I said she could or not. So what was the point of bossing her around? I felt a stab of guilt as I realized I was trying to become a leader figure. Some leader I'd make. Ray would be better at it than me. True. Seriously, Ray, shut up.
Ray lifted her claws and the Bacca bolted, without his axe. Well, that took care of that. Ray growled at me again before turning human. I did the same. "That was stupid," I informed her hotly. "You would've done the same," Ray snapped at me. I thought about that. What if the Bacca's had attacked the Ender dragons and I was in the war and my father was killed?
I realized that what Ray had said was true. I would've done exactly what she just did.
Yep, that was the outcome of the Bacca War and Ray's feelings towards Baccas. Wonderful, right? I told you sarcasm isn't your thing. I swear, Ray… Wait; let me say it for you: Shut up, Ray. How'd you guess I was going to say that? I have magical mind-reading powers. Okay, you're right—sarcasm is your thing.