Chapter 3
Scorch's legs froze. Delivered the prophecy? Morrowseer walked up to them, glowering, and inspecting every single one of them. I remember a scroll said that NightWings can also read minds. I hope he's not reading mine. If he is, then I better stop thinking how big and ugly and-stop, do not think like that. Maybe if I start thinking about staying here, he can convince the others to stay, too. Then Morrowseer sauntered over to him and stared straight into his eyes. He let out a low, angry growl, and said "Kill him."
The guardians stood there, as if they knew something that the dragonets didn't, so Hurricane leapt into action and jumped in front of Scorch, claws ready. Komodo reluctantly pinned Morrowseer's tail. Phantom did nothing, even though he had great fighting skills. Years earlier, while walking down the hall, Scorch heard Kestrel fighting with Phantom. He saw Phantom block and counter Kestrel's moves as if he knew all of them, and in the exact order Kestrel did them. He never had battle training again.
Morrowseer looked at Hurricane and said, "Very good." He looked at Komodo. "Alright." And then he looked at Scorch, narrowed his eyes, and demanded, "Do you have no fighting instincts? Do you have no regard for your life?" Scorch drooped like a wilting flower. Then the big, coal black dragon looked at Phantom from head to tail. "Hmmm…" Then he addressed the guardians. "Where's the fifth dragonet?"
Kestrel angry demeanor was ripped away while shame overwhelmed her. Webs sadly conceded, "We were not able to…withdraw the egg from the mountain."
"You failed to get the egg and train the dragonets properly. Looks like you can't leave anything important to the Talons of Peace. Dumb non-war peace organization," he hissed, "Looks like I have to take things into my own talons. I will take them to the NightWing kingdom tomorrow. But before I leave, I want to talk with you," he grumbled, motioning to Phantom.
The NightWing and NightWing hybrid went into the library cave. No one dared to move or talk until they were done. Once they emerged, Morrowseer looked slightly confused, as if Phantom had something he didn't have and was supposed to. Phantom looked a bit smug, but concealed it well. The larger dragon quickly squashed his expression.
"I will pick up the dragonets tomorrow. Try not to lose any more." he snarled, shooting a hateful look at Kestrel, who, surprisingly to Scorch, almost burst into tears.
Morrowseer pushed aside the boulder and flew off into the distance. Scorch half-expected Komodo and Hurricane to fly off while the rock was rolled away, but they stayed motionless, still shocked by Morrowseer's cruel 'test' for him. Welcome to the real world. The though didn't feel like his.
"Go back to your caves and prepare for tomorrow," Webs said. Asha was with Kestrel, who wouldn't budge. Hvitur looked confused and like he couldn't believe the dragonets were going to leave, after six whole years.
The four went back to their sleeping caves, tired, weary, and wanting all that happened to be a dream. Will I ever be able to be trained? Will I ever be good enough to stop this war? Will I… was the last thought Scorch had before he fell asleep, even though it was a few hours before sundown.
Little did he know what was next for him, or what he would face in the near future.