When Windwhisper was about to take off and prove his point he was abruptly stopped by Westilles. The large SkyWing bearded a expression that contradicted her completely. The enraged SkyWing turned around from exiting the academy.
"No no you two!" Westilles exclaimed, trying to put a sense of priority into her voice. The SkyWing behind her looked like he was ready to explode in a fit of anger. Westilles turned to him, eyed him down and silently spoke. "It can wait, until tomorrow Mr Blast." Blast, seeming to be reaching the end of his thread let out a giant huff, and stormed off.
"Anyway, Mr Windwhisper I'm afraid you are later for your first class; History!" Westilles spoke smoothly, as if she wasn't too angry that Windwhisper was now truancing. Windwhisper sighed a little and nodded.
"Well at least I won't be the only one late." Windwhisper joked, putting on a slightly panicked expression. "At least my wing-." He was interrupted when Westiles tapped his shoulder lightly.
"Sadly your winglet left moments ago and are already attending class as we speak." Westilles informed him. Windwhisper's heart sank. Quickly, without reply Windwhisper sprinted down the confided hallways, his head darting from left to right; looking for the sign for his class. Soon he found it. 'Phyrrian History' read the sign. This better be it. Windwhisper slipped through the doorway and into the room. Around the room, heads darted at him. Great, now I've done it.
"Aahh, Windwhisper yes?" A deep voice echoed from a table. There stood a tall NightWing, who beared similar symbols to Windwhisper, but this time on his neck running down each side. On the table sat a small pale white NightWing, a young dragonet. "Welcome to class! Now, take a scroll off of Lightleaver and sit yourself with your winglet." Windwhisper went forward towards the small dragonet who sat on the desk and saw that she was holding up a scroll. Windwhisper gently took the scroll and looked around to find his winglet. Eventually he found them, but to his disgrace the only seat available was between Juniper and Aurora. Oh dear, not them. Reluctantly, Windwhisper stumbled his way up; avoiding eye contact where he could. He slumped himself between the two. Aurora looked onwards towards the front of the room, her head slightly tilted upwards. However Juniper nudged him relentlessly trying to get his attention.
"Wanna play coconut roulette afterwards?" Juniper chirped, continuing to nudge him. "Sediment said he'd play." Juniper looked over to Sediment and so did Windwhisper. Sediment seemed to be looking around aimlessly, as if he wasn't really concentrating.
"Alright class!" The NightWing barked from the front of the class. The attention of the room was on him. "My name is Shadowdancer, and I will be your History teacher for the foreseeable future." The small dragonet nodded in suite with him. "And this is Lightleaver, she is my assistant for this class." Shadowdancer slowly placed his paw on Lightleaver's head and patting it. "Now, open your scrolls!" The room followed his instructions, the flicking of the page sounded around the room. Windwhisper slowly opened his scroll. Inside read 'Phyrrian History- NightWings.'
"Oooooh Windwhisper, we are learning about you." Juniper whispered to him, lightly nudging him this time. Windwhisper pouted in annoyance. He was tempted to tape her snout shut.
"Now, has anybody here heard about the Azteclians?" Shadowdancer asked the class. Windwhisper looked around, he saw Aurora looking at her scroll looking bored and so did June. Sediment was taping his jaw furiously, as if the answer was on the tip of his tongue. Juniper was still nudging him. Bubble and Hazel seemed to be comparing scales, for a reason unknown to everyone. Windwhisper knew what the Azteclians were, after all, he was one. "Nope?" Shadowdancer spoke out. "Nobody knows?" He checked again, this time he was facing Windwhisper's direction. "There are three of them in this very room." He looked down to Lightleaver who had her forelegs raised up high. She too had symbols, except they were underneath her forelegs. When every dragonet in the room got the idea, they all peered over to Windwhisper, they'd noticed his symbols underneath his eyes and on his forelegs. "Alright, since 'none of you know', I will explain." Shadowdancer turned towards a wall where the map of Phyrria was displayed. He pointed to small island, off the shore, south-east of the RainWing Kingdom. "Can any of you tell me what this island is called?" He asked the class, but since he had glanced at Windwhisper, it was as if he expected him to answer.
"Menagerie." Windwhisper raised his voice so the entire room could hear.
"Correct!" Shadowdancer smiled. "This is Menagerie, now, this island wasn't found until recently." He paused, taking an inked feather and writing on a large scroll pinned on the wall. "So, Menagerie were home to the NightWings that decided to leave their kingdom due to their harsh environment and lack of food." He wrote as he spoke, largely enough for the whole class to see. "They soon came across an island paradise, where they could hunt, live and build an entire civilisation." He then sketched a very accurate map of the island. "Their fabled leader Queen Landseer, thought that wasn't her original name, placed the band of NightWings on this island, in which they named it Menagerie and called themselves the Azteclians. The reason behind that being the strange symbols that started appearing on the hatchlings over the years of hatching." He motioned towards his own set of symbols on his own neck and Lightleaver motioned to hers underneath her forelegs. "Now if you all look at your scrolls that Lightleaver kindly handed out, you will see some more information on them, like past leaders and how they built on the island. As well as their powers, which not much is known about yet." Shadowdancer then moved away from the wall and back to the desk where he began to talk with Lightleaver.
Windwhisper looked at the scroll, it seemed to be everything he already knew about. Queen Landseer, King Landraiser and the small War of Menagerie. He looked back up, then something sounded. Better keep reading little NightWing, something might be useful in there. That voice again! Windwhisper darted his gaze in several directions. I'm not in this room silly. A NightWing strong enough to telepathically speak without being in the room?! Impossible! Windwhisper looked around again, inspecting each NightWing in the room, none of which seemed to be concentrating on using any type of ability. Don't worry little one, our paths will cross soon, after all, I know who you're looking for. Windwhisper froze for a moment. How?! But his thoughts were for nothing, as it seemed the voice had vanished. Time eventually passed slowly.
"Alright! Class dismissed, feel free to keep the scrolls if you please!" Shadowdancer said his goodbyes and let Lightleaver climb onto his back, just before departing from the room. Windwhisper folded up the scroll and placed it in his satchel, he went to leave but Juniper was already in his snout.
"So! Would you like to play coconut roulette? Bubble and Hazel are joining in now."Juniper chirped, her paws tapping the ground. Oh three moons this RainWing is filled with energy.
"Ermm, maybe later." Windwhisper tried to sound like he really meant it but inside he didn't. Windwhisper took the opportunity to slip away from his Winglet. As he ran down the hall he saw a figure facing towards him; it was Animorph.
"So Wind." She chirped, tapping her talons lightly on the ground. "How was your History lesson?" She tilted her said slightly with a meek smile.
"It was very boring, though our teacher was just like me." Windwhisper informed, looking off into a random direction. "So was his assistant, she was an Azteclian too." Animorph awed for a moment.
"Well." She paused. "Madame Kiwi forced my entire winglet to play the bongos, she said we had very good synchronization." Animorph rolled her eyes lightly, and then she looked nervous. "Sadly, I've got bad news about my winglet." Animorph twisted her foreleg slightly, revealing a claw rake on her leg. Sirens went off in Windwhisper's head, he grew furious in an instant. "It was.." Suddenly and enormous voice boomed throughout the hallway.
"WHERE IS THAT ANIMUS SCUM!" Flares seemed to be coming out of his nostrils. Windwhisper was fuming at this point. He felt a small tug on him.
"Wind please, don't fight him." Animorph begged. But Windwhisper had already made his decision. He snarled as he eyed the enormous, vexed SkyWing, soon he stood right in front of an opening. Windwhisper charged with all his might, feeling his scales flicker as the wind brushed against him. He made contact with the brute, sending him flying out of the cave. The crowd of dragons gasped all at once. Windwhisper ignored this though and bolted outside to confront the SkyWing. As soon as the SkyWing regained his composure he eyed Windwhisper.
"So, the scum got her other scum to fight me! HA!" Blast spat out in a built up rage. Without letting him reply the brute blasted out a heap of fire. Windwhisper maneuvered and swiftly dodged the fire, but it was gaining on him. After spotting a small lake, Windwhisper dived closer to it. A sizzling sound ensued as the fire hit the lake, causing it to puff out smoke. Windwhisper stayed inside the smoke. "You can't hide forever!" Blaze smirked and released another blast of fire, directly hitting inside the smoke causing it to split. Blaze gasped slightly, Windwhisper was not there. The clouds of smoke gradually got closer to him. "What is this?!" He yelped out, confusion bringing out some fear. The smoke surrounded him, soon it set ablaze causing Blaze to yelp a bit in shock. Blaze babbled and trembled as he saw a shadow peering over him, he slowly turned around, finally seeing Windwhisper. Windwhisper was slowly coming out of the fire, his eyes poised and angered.
"You will not lay a TALON on Animorph ever again!" He bellowed at the weeping Blaze. "Or else I will do this again." He clapped his wings together and the fire exploded. This did not affect Windwhisper, but Blaze was sent tumbling down. "Hmmph, vermin." He spat out as he watched Blaze fall, but something caught his attention, coming from his left. He quickly looked left to see a white NightWing coming at him, he couldn't move in time and it hit him, but instead of knocking him back, it went in him. For some reason he felt drowsy, his muscles began to lock up. Don't worry, it's just me. He began to tumble to the ground, consciousness dripping away. After all. Then his vision went black. We have a lot, to talk about.