Dragon Games

This was written by me and my friend not just me it is just they don't have an account and wanted to post it somewhere.

Chapter 1 - The Reaping

Icewings:

Hailstorm and Bloodworm made their way up to the raised platform, ready to decide who would go to the bloodthirsty games that the Queen of the land had decided upon. To send two dragonents to games where they had to kill. The winner was the last left standing. Even though he didn't show it, he was shaking at this monstrosity. After Bloodworm gave her speech( He wasn't listening), he reached into the sphere holding the names of the young boys who could go. He started at the name he pulled out. No. Why him?

"Winter." Hailstorm said, his voice quivering.

Finally, we can get this over with, Bloodworm though how her sister had pressured her into. Her sister could sure be bossy sometimes. She reached into the other sphere and pulled out a name after the icewings shaky announcement. She read the name.

"Alba"

"I volunteer to go." A chill voice said, it was Icicle, ready to kill some more. At this, Hailstorm crumpled on the ground, tears in his eyes.

Mudwings:

Wasp walked confidently up to the podium. She wanted these horrible breeds of dragons to go extinct so she could rule the world. She wished that there was a fight to the death with all the dragons from Pyrrhia, the winner got executed immediately afterward as their prize. "Ladies first" Wasp exclaimed. She dipped her claws of excitement into the bowl full of scrolls and proudly stated "Crane the Mudwing". She thought Crane was an easy kill and was thoroughly pleased with herself.

Reed was shaking while stepping onto the podium. He looked as nervous as the last chicken nugget in a packet. This would end horribly for him since Crane, his sister, had been reaped. He pitifully said "men next". While Reed dug his claws into the bowl you could see the terror on his face. Reed knew his many siblings had applied for a lot of tessera and knew all of their chances were very high. "Clay the Mudwing" he said with remorse and walked away silently. Reed couldn't feel more terrible than this.

Nightwings:

Cricket hated herself. Why was she doing this? They were her about age. WHY? She was being forced. Even Sundew agreed, before she was imprisoned along with most of the leafwings and the rebellion of silkwings including Blue. Wasp made her do it otherwise she would make it so she was always controlling Cricket, and she would make her do it then as well. Her friends told her to, so she could help them escape. She looked at the terrified faces of the dragonets that surrounded her. She resentfully dipped claws into the sphere that held the dragonets' names. She pulled one out and read it. "Moonwatcher" A small, black dragonet came up onto the stage, about her age. How terrible she felt now.

Fatespeaker watched the monstrous Hivewing pull out the dragonets name. It was her turn. Why had she chosen to do this? So she would be safe of course. She gingerly picked a name from the sphere and pulled out the name. No no no no no no no no no no! She had worked so hard to protect him. He was blind. He was going to die. Stupid Hivewings. She glared at the Hivewing on the platform with her.

"Starflight" she said in a whisper, about to cry.

Rainwings:

While Kinkajou was standing on the podium all she could feel was guilt. There was guilt everywhere for her, on her face in her scales even her bracelets were made out of it. There was no choice though reap an innocent dragon or be murdered. While she dipped her claws into the bowl, she would not know what would happen next though what happened next would ruin her life. Kinkajou read the name out in shock "Glory the Rainwing". Now there was no queen for the rainwings. Kinkajou's life had just turned upside down.

Yellowjacket dipped her claws into the bowl of evil but pleasure if she was controlled by Wasp. Why did she do this because it would be this or death neither option very pleasing. Yellowjacket pulled out the name "Coconut the Rainwing". All her hopes of kindness were lost after that.

Sandwings

Her eyes were blank, the dragon who stood beside her. That was one of the many things that concerned Sunny. Another was about what Sunny was about what she was going to do. Why her? Why was she doing this? Why had she been chosen? Because she was a hybrid and didn't belong in any tribe but had the most sandwing resemblance. I quickly picked a bit of parchment out of the bowl, feeling terrible. Sending a dragonet to their death most probably.

"Qibli" One of my friends and one of mothers' closest outclaws.

I didn't want to do this. I saw it. I had no control of my movement. I wish I could have stopped it. If only I hadn't done this, hiding Cricket, all of this wouldn't have happened. I watch as I dip my claws into a bowl, it seems to be like I am determined to do it, but rejecting with my mind screaming to stop. I grab a bit of parchment, and read the name out loud.

"Rattlesnake" I read the poor girl's name.

Great. Not only had he been picked for death pretty much, and he had to go with his sister he thought annoyed.

Seawings

This is fun Hornet thought as she sealed the fate of one more dragonet. She lightly dipped her claws into the bowl that held the names of dragons to be selected from. A name found her claws and she drew it out. It seemed to be calling to her.

"Turtle" She said.

This will soon be over Anemone told herself, but that couldn't shake off her guilt. She was feeling terrible as she picked a name from the bowl. Nothing could prepare her for the name she would read and how it would torcher her mother.

"Aunklet" She whisper, barely audible. Her little sister was doomed.

"I volunteer to go to the games." Tsunami said, ready to go. Great, poor mother Anemone winced.

Skywings

Cicada reached into the bowl, as everyone stared. She was perplexed why. It would be fun to be in the games. Killing your enemies, making alliances, killing you alliances, winning mainly. She rustled around in the bowl to add to suspense. Then she easily plucked out a name, as everyone held their breath, waiting for it to be over.

"Vernon" Her voice floated high over the crowd and wind. Most people sighed in relief, except those who were close to the one called Vernon.

Peril enjoyed this. She was in the spotlight once more. She reached into a bowl filled with little ceramic shards or rocks with names on them, so she couldn't burn them to a crisp. Her claw touched paper. It started to burn. She looked at the name. Scarlet. Of course. She had tried to get out of the games.

"Scarlet" She said, making sure she could be heard.