Fallen Shadows
Summary
Blackhole is a NightWing raised by IceWings, she knows that many of her clan hates her for being part NightWing. But when she goes to the old abandon Kingdom of the NightWings, what will Blackhole discover about herself and her family?
Prologue
My heart pounds in my chest. My breathing is heavy. My wings are flapping quicker than a lightning bolt. But they're still gaining on me.
'Why did I provoking the NightWings anyways? Are they jealous of my egg that will hatch into a healthy dragonet? What do they want with me?' I wondered as I kept on flying.
'My unhatched dragonet, please forgive me for what I'm about to do.' Ipray as I close my eyes and dived into the road.
My mind wild with panic, I dove into the road. I threw the small dragonet in my mouth to the other side of the thunderpath, and curled into a ball, and let the monster coming at full force run me over. At least they can't get me.
They come and sniff my body. "Dead." He says it in a garbled voice, low and rumbling. It sends chills down my ghostly spine. It's bloodcurdling. But there seems to be something about it that sounds old and wise.
"We need to get the dragonet!" The first one says.
"No. She is not of age. We must wait." A second one, female says. When I hear this, I want to scream, "Take me instead! Spare my dragonet!" But of course, they can't hear me. I run over to the small kit. She has no name. She was born just a few hours ago. I try to lick her head, but my tongue passes right over her. I can feel the pull of StarClan tugging at my ghost.