Hello again, everybody! Thank you all SO much for all the reviews, suggestions, and questions you've all been posting so far; especially to leederlee, you've been a tremendous help! Also, I just want to add that if any of you have any OC's that you would like me to include into the story (maybe as background, minor, or secondary characters, idk), then please don't hesitate to let me know. I absolutely love hearing ideas and suggestions from my readers, as I often have trouble putting my own ideas down into a coherent story.
Inferno Muse: WE KNOW. You've said this like a million times.
Me: SHUT UP INFERNO, I don't need none of your sass today!
Crystal Muse: Says the perpetually annoyed and salty one…
Me: HEY! You guys don't exactly make it easy on me, you know. I think I have a reason to be annoyed sometimes…
Ignite Muse: But we is only trying to be nice…. Ah….! AH…! ACHOO! *Sneezes fire again. Chaos ensues*
Crystal Muse: AGAIN?!
Mist Muse: QUICK! SOMEONE GET SOME WATER!
Furytalon Muse: WHYYY?!
Me: … *Starts banging my head against the wall. Quietly to myself* Trying to get you Muses under control is like trying to herd a bunch of rambunctious puppies AND kittens AT THE SAME TIME….
Ember Muse: I feel your pain…
Me: Let's just… Let's just do the disclaimer…
I do not own Wings of Fire. Wings of Fire is entirely owned by Tui T. Sutherland.
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"You have to remember…" A strange yet familiar voice murmured as Mist opened her eyes and blinked sleepily. Where am I…? What's going on? Is this a dream? She wondered, standing up and surveying her surroundings. She was in what looked like a gorgeous forest grotto, with a shimmering pond on the far edge. Next to the little body of water was a quaint, stone cottage; vines and morning glory flowers climbing up the side of the building. Throughout the grotto, several wildflowers and fruit-filled trees surrounded Mist with vibrant color far more vivid than anything she had seen in the rainforest.
"Wow… This is just…!" The young MistWing breathed, before realizing there was another dragon standing next to her. The unknown dragoness smiled, the flowers that seemed to grow along her spine and the edges of her wings rustling in the breeze.
"It's beautiful, isn't it…?" She murmured, shaking her head with a sigh. "This place used to be so peaceful and quiet… Now it's just quiet. No more visitors, no more friendly chatter… And all I can do is care for the flowers in the hope that someone will come back here. But… Ever since the FlameWings and FrostWings had that battle by Opaline Oasis, well…. No one has wanted to come back here in case THEY get caught up in the middle." Mist tilted her head at the strange dragoness, surveying her forest green scales, with tints of browns, grays, and umber here and there. She doesn't look like she's from any tribe I know of… Is she a hybrid?
"Who are you? What is this place?" She asked, to which the unknown dragoness simply shook out her wings, slowly making her way towards a patch of simple white flowers.
"Primula… It's such a small, simple little flower… And yet it's the first flower to signal the start of spring. They're so easily overlooked in comparison to Owl's Tip or Marigolds… And yet they hold such a unique power…" She then turned to Mist, her eyes portraying a silent strength despite obvious sorrow. "Wake up. It's time to wake up." And with that, the dreamscape in front of her slowly began fading away…
"Mist! Come on, it's time to wake up! We have to go to class, come on, lazy scales!" Crystal urged, prodding Mist's side, to which the still groggy dragonet groaned, stretching her wings.
"Mmm…. Crystal, I'm up, I'm up! I DO wish I could have finished that dream, though…" Mist mumbled, stifling a yawn. "There was this weird dragoness with a bunch of flowers growing all over her…" Ember shuffled her talons nervously, the way she always did when she and her clawmates were close to running late.
"That does sound p-pretty cool, but we've only got a couple of minutes until we have our gardening class with the Amber Winglet! Stalagmite, Arid, and the others are already there…!" The nervous, goldish-red SkyWing stammered. Upon processing her friend's words, Mist instantly sprang out of bed.
"Wait, WHAT?! Well come on, then, we've got to hurry!" She panicked, nudging Furytalon awake. "Come on, sleepy scales, we're gonna be late!" Mist exclaimed, sprinting out of their cave whilst Furytalon was still blinking the weariness out of his eyes.
"Wait, wha-?" He mumbled before Mist heard him scrambling to his feet (Did he knock over his bookcase AGAIN? She wondered to herself with an affectionate eye-roll), and sprinting after her, quickly followed by Ember and Crystal.
By the time the four dragonets reached the lush mountain outcrop, the gong for class had already rung twice, and had been seconds away from its final ring. The SandWing in their winglet, a sandy-red dragoness with amber underscales, turned to face them with a sly grin.
"About time you slowpokes showed up." She teased, nudging Furytalon's wing with her own. "Did you get your beauty sleep in, princess?" At this, Furytalon hung his head in embarrassment, batting her wing away.
"I thought I told you to stop calling me that! Honestly, Arid, why do you feel the need to keep on teasing everyone? Specifically me." He protested with a whine, to which Mist chuckled softly. It's nice how Arid cares for Furytalon like he's her little brother… But at the same time, it's kind of sweet how he's so oblivious to not notice it. The MistWing princess mused, smiling brightly at her friend.
"All right, all right, that's enough, you two. Where's Sunny? I thought she was going to be teaching us today." She questioned, to which Ignite- the little SkyWing from the Amber Winglet -stepped up.
"She went to go get some more seeds for us to plant, cuz we was almos' out." The young dragonet explained cheerily, bouncing around. "I wanna learn how to grow my own orchids like Orchid does!" She cheered, indicating the NightWing from the Amber Winglet. A young, rather peculiar NightWing who always seemed to decorate herself with Black Orchids. In fact, from what Mist had seen, she never took them off, and even seemed to tend to them AS they were decorating her. Huh… For some reason that kind of rings a bell… Maybe from my dream? Oh well, guess that's the TENTH time this week…