Oh boy, It has been quite awhile. Sorry to all who were looking forward to my other stories. I'm currently taking a writing class, and just finished the wings of Fire series and it sort of jumpstarted my desire to write again. I was in a hard writers block for most of my stories, not getting the energy or drive i needed to work of them due to other stuff taking up my time. Trying to keep low stress takes a lot of time apparently, and it all but killed my ability to write, but now I want to get back into it, and this is the start. I got this concept shortly after finishing the series, and i really wanted to put this out here. I just couldn't keep it contained, so now I'm sharing with any who bother to read it. I'm still not sure about my drive to make more of my other stories, but it's rare that a book series gets me this passionate and makes me desire to have more interaction with this world that Tui T. Sutherland created. So, for better or for worse, here's my newest story, Wings of fire: Talons of death. I hope you all enjoy.

All rights to Wings of fire belong to Tui T. Sutherland. I own nothing but my OC, who's name shall be revealed later.

5000 years. 5000 years since the dreaded scorching. The land burned. Humans and dragons died, but no part of the scorching was as bad as one small, isolated dragon tribe in the mountain range that would one day become the claws of the clouds mountains. Where once was a village, where a tribe of mysterious power and benevolence lived, there was nothing. A black crater of withered vegetation turning to dust was left, piles of ashes strewn about the small peninsula, and at it's center laid a small, crying dragonet. He was young, only 3 years old at most, tears rolling down the stone-grey scales of his snout, black eyes flecked with red looking to the piles of ash with desperation, as if someone would show up out of nowhere. He had two small wings on his back, dark red scales on the top while the undersides were a dark grey with veins of black and red. For hours, the dragonet cried, wailing as the plants turned to ashes around him, slowly curling himself as small as possible as he whimpered. "M-mommy... D-daddy... E-everyone... W-where did you go?..." All three of the moons full, illuminating the dragonet on their brightest night. His eyes lifted, tears staining his snout, whispering. "... I don't want to be all alone."

Over 5000 years later

The three moons were bright in the sky, all three of them nearly full. He heard them before he saw them, turning his head as he glided above the clouds on silent wings, distracted from hunting for his meal this month. A group of sandwing soldiers were flying down below in the mountains, their pale golden scales reflecting the moon light as their tails shimmered, flicking as the scorpion-like barbs curled to strike, but not as shiny as the pure white crystalline scales of the icewing they were chasing over the peaks of the mountains, the gleaming dragon's spines reflecting the light of the moons brightly. He watched as they captured him, the largest of the sand wings pulling out a orange egg from the icewing's pouch. The egg of a skywing. The large sandwing seemed to be taunting the icewing, the white dragon growling under heated chains, preventing him from using his freezing breath. The sandwing held the egg with a faint smirk... smile? It was so hard to tell this high up above. Even skywing dragons didn't dare flight too high, due to the cold temperatures beyond the clouds. They would not risk their wings going numb, falling to be skewered by their own mountains.

The icewing roared something that echoed through the mountains, the sound just barely reaching his own ears. "You wouldn't dare!" The smile on the large sandwing grew cruel, before she effortlessly tossed the egg into the chasm they were all next to. The ice wing cried out as he lunged forward out of the chains to try and catch the egg, but was stopped as the large sandwing grabbed him, her tail snaking up, before stabbing into the ice wing's skull, the icewing crying out in pain for only a split second before the sandwing's poison entered his brain, killing him. The sand wing scoffed, throwing the body of the ice wing down the same chasm, looking to her soldiers as she barked some orders to the other sandwings, all of them starting to fly towards the sky palace of the skywings. Queen scarlet, if his memory of the current times was correct, was the current leader of the skywings.

He gave a short sigh as the sandwings left, before falling down to a small outcropping in the mountains, his form revealed in the moonlight. His scales were now a much darker grey, almost the color of bedrock. In the small gaps between his scales, a dark red color showed, almost flowing through him. His wings now had blood red veins going through the undersides. his eyes were still the same as before, a deep black dotted with flecks of red, like a clear night sky with blood red stars. He gazed down the chasm when his sharp ears picked up more voices down below, listening. "It's over... the skywing is dead." "No, that cant be... Have we already failed? Will the prophecy never be fulfilled?" He tilts his head for a second. Prophecy? What prophec-... Oh, the one that arrogant nightwing gave nearly 14 years ago. What was his name again? Barrowsneer? He shook his head. It didn't matter. He listened again, realizing he had missed a piece of the conversation. "I'll go to the rainforest, grab a rainwing egg. They don't even check their eggs." The first voice, a female by the sound of it, scoffed, a sneer in her voice. "Rainwings... We need a dragonet who can fight, not one who is lazy and useless." He rolled his eyes. sure, rainwings were seen as lazy, but their culture was far more laid back and less vicious than the other tribes. His personal favorite, since they were the only ones who never had a reason to actively seek war. He figured he had enough of this eavesdropping, getting up to shake his wings. Tomorrow was the brightest night... and outside to see it was the last place he wanted to be.

Silently, he took off from the outcropping, flying into the clouds again to keep out of sight, flying east towards the ocean, the kingdom of the sea not far from his destination. He flew for what felt longer than it should have, before landing on a small, isolated island directly in-between the sea wing summer palace and the diamond spray river. the palm trees always obscured what was on the island and that was how he liked it. He tore into the albatross had chased to the mountains in the first place, eating his fill for now. His thoughts lingered on what was said, thinking as he moved to get comfortable in his usual spot, a small cavern in the center of the island. His scales shifted, smoothing as he curled into himself, the little parts where the scales separated seeming to splice together, making him appear as nothing more than large boulder. The dragonet prophecy. Was it really coming true?... Bah. These dragons drew out this war that should have been kept between three dragons, but apparently it was a big enough deal to drag all the other tribes into it. Fools, the lot of them. He sighed, his voice causing the entire island to vibrate softly. "Poor dragonets... dragged into a fight they have nothing to do with... Should I?... No... no, I cant get involved. It's bad enough I know it's happening... Just like all the other times. It'll blow over eventually. Not my problem." He settled, but couldn't shake the feeling that somehow, some way, the universe was going to do exactly what he hoped wouldn't happen.

There you have it. I've got a vague idea of what the end goal of this is, but still working on the journey there, but I hope I captured the personalities of the original dragonets well enough. I know I'm nowhere near as talented a writer as Sutherland is, but I hope I can give some form of justice to her work. The Wings of Fire series was amazing, and deserved all the love I gave it when reading it, and that i can give those who read a story that wont end abruptly due to me not having the drive to see it through. I love this book series, and I really hope I can add on to the love that it deserves. In the mean time, feel free to review or give constructive criticism. Anything that can help me get an idea of where to push the story is welcome. See you all next time.