My First Fanfiction! feel free to read, constructively criticize, and/or review. I do not own anything Wings of Fire. Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Scorch ducked and rolled under Kestrel's wing. She expected the most out of him, since he was half-SkyWing.
That certainly did not exclude battle training.
The humongous dragon lunged at him, talons outstretched. His eyes widened, and he wrapped his wings around him, bracing himself. Kestrel knocked into him, sending them rolling around the training cave. He flung his front talons out in front of him, feeling some of them hit her hard scales painfully.
She roared and made the hissing sound that meant fire was about to come streaming out of her mouth, until a voice echoed across the cave "Enough!" the dragonets' MudWing mentor yelled. Kestrel whipped her head around to glare at Asha. "He needs to be trained for the outside world!"
"Just because he is going to help stop the war doesn't mean he's going to be fighting in it every day!" Asha replied with an equal, but more defensive glare. "Scorch, come here."
He managed to wriggle from under Kestrel's grasp and dash to Asha before he met the SkyWing's claws. Scorch still felt her eyes staring at him as he receded down the hall. He also heard Asha stomping into the cave to argue with Kestrel about being too hard on him and his frien-well more like brothers and sisters. They had been raised up together for six years. If only Asha would stop battle training all together. But, then again, without her we would suffer a lot worse with just Kestrel. The two female guardians had made a compromise that if Asha could take the dragonets, in secret, to the outside world every five weeks, then Kestrel could keep battle training them.
Scorch came to one of the cave openings that held the dragonets' 'sleeping ledges'. He walked over, hunched, to his bed, which consisted of a mat of unknown fur and flopped on top of it. Not wanting to look in his friends' eyes, he turned his whole body to face the wall.
"What happened? Did you get hurt? I heard Asha go down there," Hurricane interrogated. She was a SeaWing, the only non-hybrid in the prophecy. She was pretty large for a dragonet, but definitely not as big as Kestrel or Asha. She was kind and protective and would leap into any danger to protect her friends, even if it meant death. Although the only danger they would face in the underground caves were their SkyWing guardian's own claws.
"I lost the battle, again. I did not get hurt too badly. A few scratches here and there. And yes, Asha just went to go argue with Kestrel, yet I doubt it's going to change anything." Scorch mumbled. Especially for me.
"Nothing has changed in six years. I doubt Kestrel will change either." came Komodo's sassy voice. She was the dragonet of Mud and Rain (and sarcasm), yet she only looked like a RainWing. Scorch thought it was the effect of the beam of light that struck them when they hatched, somehow, because he only looked like a SandWing with some SkyWing colors, too. Phantom was the only one not effected by the blast.
Phantom, the ice/night hybrid, said nothing. He was the most mysterious of them all, quiet, powerful, from what Scorch knew, yet not evil. He just said and did practically nothing, unless he was sneaking around the caves for something, hardly speaking a word.
Hurricane looked at the skylight to see what time it was. "It's almost time for Hvitur's class." she stated. Webs taught about dragon abilities and weaknesses, Hvitur taught History and whatever about the war he could, Kestrel taught how to fight, and Asha taught them how to read, write, and whenever she could get them outside, she taught them about the flora and fauna of Pyrrhia.
After a long, boring lecture, at least, to Scorch, they receded back to their sleeping room. He caught Komodo and Hurricane taking quick glances behind them to watch if anyone was following them, although he dared not ask why. When they got there, Komodo breathed deeply, shared a look with Hurricane and said,
"So, when do we escape?"