Chapter 8
"Talons up, fire ready, FIGHT!" The SkyWing left the arena as soon as he said 'fight', leaving the hybrid and Talon to watch each other nervously. That was when Scorch noticed sparks coming off the hybrid. So she has different powers, too.
Scarlet gave a questioning look to the announcer and jested, "Next time you should announce from up here, Vermillion." Vermillion started muttering to himself. She then called out to Shimmer and said: "Remember to make it thrilling! I missed the first bloody fight!"
The hybrid looked like she certainly did not want to make it 'thrilling' or 'bloody'. But she advanced on Hvitur anyway, who was cowering in a corner. Scorch was pacing in his tower, not sure who he wanted to win. Hvitur was never truly mean, but like Dune and Webs, he let Kestrel do whatever she wanted when Asha was out hunting.
Yet he did not know this dragoness, and she was Scarlet's champion, no matter how sad she looked to kill. Shimmer creeped closer and closer to the silver outline barely showing from Scorch's spot on the pillar, which jutted out from behind two other prisoners, one looking pitifully at him.
Shimmer leaped over and behind Hvitur, shocking him out of his hiding area. The crowd whooped with joy. She circled around him, shocking him here and there. Hvitur started twitching, but then she gave him a pitying look, said something like, "I'm sorry." She threw her claws on his heart and Scorch could see mini lightning bolts arch off Hvitur's chest. As he fell to the ground in front of Shimmer, Scorch felt his heart practically implode, further squeezing after hearing the spectators cheer with mirth.
She backed away as soldiers flew towards them, picking up the dead IceWing, and dropping off a cliff to a nearly picturesque waterfall with greenery. Strange for them to dump it off there. Shimmer glanced at the queen, took to the air, and flew around the circular arena, stretching the chain to as long as it could go. She surprisingly landed near where the dead body was, but Scorch could not see anything she was doing. No one else seemed to notice her, for they all seemed to be focused on going home.
It was late afternoon now, and the SkyWings started to fly into the air and towards somewhere the village probably was, the MudWings started to head southeast, and the few SandWings from the stands went southwest. The queen headed back into the castle, probably to her sleeping chambers. But Scorch would get absolutely no sleep tonight.
Especially with a visitor with battle armor flying up and straight to his tower. The SkyWing flew to him, but then decided to soar around to the opposite side of his cage. The prisoners next to him were asleep, so they didn't see the dragon approaching him. She landed gracefully on the edge, but almost slipped when they made eye contact.
She stepped closer, and Scorch became very anxious and curious, realizing she was the one viewer of his fight that was not applauding at his fiery attack. What is she going to do to me? He then saw a tear slip down her cheek. "How…how could he do this to me? To you?" Scorch had no idea what she was talking about. "Scorch, is it? My name is Raptor, general of Queen Scarlet's army." Raptor's posture became better, and then her shoulders slumped and she started scratching the area behind her horns. Scorch started to get a tingling feeling.
"Aaaaannd, your…mother."