AN: So this is chapter 7 *slaps face*... er...

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CHAPTER 6

GLORY'S POV


They flew for what seemed like days in the open, scorching desert until the first hint of trees showed up. And the whole time, Glory thought about Clay.

They stopped to rest in one of the few oasis they saw. Glory took a long drink of water. It was deliciously cool. She turned to the strange dragon, who still looked nearly trans-parent. The dragoness caught her looking and Glory dropped her gaze. "It's alright. I know a MistWing might seem a little strange to you." That got her attention. Glory looked back, meeting the other dragon's soft blue gaze. "You know, you rescued me, but I don't even know your name." Glory said. "Oh. Well, I'm Berry. And you?" Glory said "I'm Glory. You're a MistWing? Never heard that before." Berry giggled and held our her talons. "Nice to meet you Glory ." Glory stared at the open talons. "Can I touch them, or will it go through?" Berry laughed again. "What are you talking about? Of course you can touch it! Only when I'm in mist form you can't touch me! But if it helps-" she retracted her talons for a second, closed her eyes, and the small fins on her tail flared open a little more, and the scales became more refined. She almost looked like a real dragon. Opening her eyes again, Berry asked "Better?" Glory stared, dumbfounded. "Uh- yeah. How come I've never heard of you before?" Berry's wings drooped just a little. "My tribe flew off the continent about 20 years ago. We still visit, it's just that we prefer to stay secret. I can't wait to see more RainWings! They were our natural allies after all."

"Well, I'm a RainWing." She changed to the same shade of purple as Berry. The MistWing jumped back, bewildered. "How did you do that?" Glory stared. "All RainWings can do that. It's nothing special." Berry still stared as if Glory changed into a SkyWing. "The last time we were here 20 years ago, RainWings only shot venom, not have changing scales! They were either green, blue, or yellow!" Glory shook her head in disbelief. "Seriously?"

CLAY'S POV


Clay roared, slashing as hard as he could. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Glory and a strange purple dragon slip out one of the windows. That moment of distraction allowed Battlewinner to slip from underneath him, grip his neck and flung him against the cold floor. Clay thought she was going to snap his neck right there, but the NightWing merely hissed. "You're still useful. I can use you to get Glory back here. " Oh three moons NO. "GUARDS!" Immediately, four guards bustled through and formed a line. "make sure he does not escape or I will have your heads." They nodded nervously and hauled him up and wrapped chains around him. Clay snapped and growled, but it was quickly done. The chains were so heavy that Clay wasn't sure if he could stand, but they practically dragged him back to his cell anyway. He slumped to the floor as soon as they locked the door. Glory please don't come after me.

DEATHBRINGER'S POV


Deathbringer cocked his head in confusion and immediately went into a fighting position and hissed. "Tell me why you're here and what happened to you!" he said, clawing the ground. The dragon simply sat back on his hunches and examined his whip-thin tail. He couldn't have looked more bored. Deathbringer hissed a warning. "Tell me why you look so weird!" Fog still just ignored him. Deathbringer exploded and lashed out. Fog smiled and dematerialized in the blink of and eye. The NightWing landed on carpet. He heard a faint breezy sound and whipped around just in time to see the dragon reappear behind him. Fog hissed and smacked him with his tail. Deathbringer's vision suddenly went blurry. He lumbered in a circle, feeling every nauseous. A cruel, cold chuckle echoed in his ears. He saw blurs of blue and a second after that, something cold would connect with his body. Soon, Deathbringer was on the floor, groaning in pain and squeezing his eyes shut to stop the blurring. Fog stood on top of him, hissing with pleasure and raised his tail. Mist slowly poured out of his body and swirled around Deathbringer. The NightWing started feeling drowsy and the last thing he thought he heard was "Now for everyone else."

GLORY'S POV


Glory stared in confusion. "What are you talking about? We- we always were able to camouflage!" She shuffled uncomfortably. 'Well, I wasn't born when we were still on the continent..." she mumbled. Glory shrugged off her surprise and asked, "So what do you guys do?" She brightened up, puffed out her chest a little and said with a hint of pride "Well, we all have amber/orange/gold eyes. But MistWings can also turn basically invisible and -depending on what their color is- have different effects with mist. For example, I am purple, so my mist is toxic to those who breathe too much in." Glory flinched backward.

"You're not going to use that on me, are you?" Berry shook her head. "of course not! Well, not unless I have to." Glory stared at the MistWing in disbelief, suddenly weary of her. Berry suddenly laughed.

"I'm just kidding!" Glory quietly breathed out.

"What are colors are there?" Berry thought for a moment.

"Well let's see... we all can shoot out mist and make a storm out of it. But besides purple, there's also green ones, which can solidify their mist and control it- kinda like vines I guess. Err... and gray -or like silver I guess- ones who can make you lose your fighting spirit and also hypnotize you. White MistWings are a bit more rare than the other colors, and they can make you sleepy and/or nauseous." Glory shivered. That's one powerful tribe. Berry continued. "There's one more color. A light blue. They- well, they don't have any abilities. Not even the one every dragon has. They're basically outcasts." she said matter-of-factly. Then she shivered. "Well, they are supposed to be useless... there was a MistWing born about 9-10 years before I was, and he was blue... but he was... different." Glory cocked her head at this information.

"What do you mean?"

"Instead of having no abilities, he had every ability. Nausea mist, that vine ability, toxic mist... EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. He was pretty ambitious as well. But then he did the most horrible thing happened because of him."

Glory gulped, not sure if she should ask, but curiousity got the better of her. "What happened?"

Berry hung her head a little. "He betrayed us. That sorry excuse for a dragon erased the very memory of our existence. Destroyed all the scrolls about the MistWings, made a powder that erased dragons' every single memory including MistWings, and then he moved us to an island away from the mainland. He even killed our current queen before we left... my mother." She whimpered a little. Glory wanted to comfort her, but she didn't know how to; sympathy was never really her strong point.

Instead she asked, "What's his name?" The MistWing looked up, and she saw a glint of hatred in her eyes.

"Fog."