StormWing Return; Part Four
By; DeathHurtsDoesn'tIt
Peak couldn't sleep that night. What had happened to Cliff? They'd found him in the desert, after almost a day of searching. He was hurt really bad. And that other weird thing had probably attacked him. She hadn't even talked. At all. What if she was a dragon eating monster? And she almost got my brother! Cliff probably fought her off. Good for him, being strong like a true skywing.
The red dragonet didn't need any more information, other than she attacked Cliff, the only dragon who listened to her. She couldn't lose him, not after losing their parents. She still had nightmares about the night scavengers snuck into their cave and killed her parents. The stupid scrawny creatures had stabbed at them with their stupid weird knives. They only wanted the treasure. Peak and Cliff had hid in the bushes just outside the cave.
She needs to pay for what she's done, thought Peak. I'll just go burn her up, like I should've done to those scavengers.
The scarlet scaled dragonet slipped through the dorm rooms. Everyone else was asleep. Her eyes suddenly came to an empty blanketed ledge. Three moons, Destiny! She better not have killed her already. Peak slithered faster toward the medic's rooms.
Silently she crept past three sets of wooden doors on the way to the one with that weirdling in it.
What is that, voice? Destiny!
"-eighth tribe." Came Destiny's tiny voice.
What? Eighth tribe, of what? Dragons? Scavengers?
"What do you mean?" whispered the nightwing.
Silence. Which means that she's mind-chatting with someone. Who? That weird, maybe monster dragon?
"Hold on!" Destiny whispered. "There's someone here."
Des, what in Pyrrhia are you doing? That dragon is dangerous! You blithering mind invader!"
A small gasp came from the room. A sickening silence followed for the longest minute ever. Destiny came out of the room slowly. With tears in her eyes, Destiny rammed into Peak's shoulder. "Not dangerous. Lonely. Sad. Scared." glared the little nightwing.
Destiny slithered back to the dorm quickly, sobbing. Des! What are you going on about?
Peak looked into the room. The silver dragon-thing was looking directly at her. She doesn't look particularly scared, or sad, or pathetic. The look on her face was a cold hard glare. Like a wild animal, ready to strike.
The young skywing shuddered. She quickly drew her head out of view. She wasn't supposed to be awake, let alone notice me! Ugh, stupid little black toad!
What now? I guess I should find out what Des knows. Peak slammed the door with her tail, and headed back to the dorm. On the way, she stopped in front of the room where her brother now slept. I swear, she'll pay for what she did to you.
The dorm was filled with sleeping dragonets at every bed. Peak stood next to Destiny's bed. The pathetic nightwing was curled all the way under her camels' fur blanket.
Get up! You annoying little ferret!
"No." sobbed the midnight colored dragonet.
Do it, or I'll bite you. Or burn you. Or something.
"Peak, I can't." Destiny growled. "Go away."
The dragonet could feel her scales turning even more of a ruby shade of anger. "Get. Up."
Destiny sprang up on her bed. She stood so that her eyes were leveled with Peak's. Her purple eyes glowed with defiant fear. "I won't tell you anything."
Peak glared right back, Fine. You win. But I can still make you miserable. Remember that, little pest.