Hello readers! Since I have Easter break, I will be able to get three or four chapters done during the period I am out. There will also be spoilers in the upcoming chapters from Wings of Fire Legends: Darkstalker. If you haven't read the book, then I strongly suggest that you don't read the chapters when I have a warning on them.
Random Guest with the review, I can answer your questions: 1. Genetics 2. It's a fanfiction, deal with it 3. Think of the Modern World, that's why it's a modern AU. 4. It's rated T for a reason. 5. I'm pretty sure Starflight is in at least half of my chapters. I also mentioned Tsunami, Glory, Sunny, and Clay. 6. I said that all dragons from each book would be on the same TIMELINE. 7. Jade Mountain is a school, so I remade it as a college for this fanfiction. Now my turn: If you hate this fanfiction, then why are reading it? Remember, don't like don't read. Besides, I'm just human after all. I don't expect everyone to like my story, and I know there are going to a few haters out there.
(Celsius's POV)
It's been three days after Galactic finally returned to the dorm. All the news stations and dragons are wondering how he survived the crash. It has blown every dragon in Pyrrhia's mind, and I'm sure our dorm will get a lot of visitors. Galactic has been trying to lie low for a little, making little contact with the outside world. The headmaster for the college is letting Galactic stay in his dorm and forbidding any dragon that doesn't know the NightWing peronally to go to our dorm. The college also gave a Galactic a welcome back party for his mysterious disappearance. The only bad news is that my hockey coach decided to give us more practices.
I grumbled to myself as I hauled my equipment towards the ice arena. It felt good to be in the cold conditions on the arena, but more practice meant more pain and exhaustion. Most of the times after practice, I am too tired to stand until an hour after it ends. So I go to the stands to rest (sleep) for a little bit (hours).
I entered the stadium, and I saw one of my teammates, Winter the IceWing. I didn't know too much about him, but all I knew was that he was the nephew of Queen Glacier. I also that his parents think of him as an disappointment.
Worse than mine, I thought as I placed my equipment down, and got my hockey gear on. Even though we practiced on the ice, it felt like hell. Our Coach, Iceberg the IceWing, make us skate twenty laps around the arena (I know nothing about hockey. If you lay hockey, please explain to me what you do at practice so I know what to put in the story at these scene). By the time we finish the laps, we are given no mercy to take a breather. We immediately go into drills. Once we do that, we play a scrimmage game for like an hour.
As I finished putting my ice skates on, only to be tapped on the shoulder. Winter was there, and he wasn't too happy with me for some reason.
"What do you know about NightWings?" he whispered to me. I just blinked at him in confusion, why does he want to know about them.
"Why does it matter?" I asked back. The only response I got was Winter glancing up at the stands. I looked up to see two IceWings standing by the exit of the arena. One, a female, was wearing some sort of necklace with teeth. The other had no accessories on his neck, but he looked more threatening than the female.
"Those are my parents," Winter said. "They just demanded that I should find out about your friend."
"But why?"
"They say IceWings and NightWings have hated each other since after the Scorching (Not the event of Prince Arctic and Foeslayer)," Winter explained. "I don't really like my parents, treating me like I'm a dead animal carcass."
"Let me get this straight," I said. "Your parents want to find weaknesses of the NightWings."
Winter nodded, "They said it was orders from the queen."
"Listen, Winter," I told him. "I'm not going to tell you shit."
"I don't want you to," Winter replied. "I don't want to endanger the NightWings." He skated off with that response. I just shrugged to myself, and let my practice be the only thing to think about. But still, I couldn't get my mind off it. That was a weird discussion. I focused back on the practice, seeing coach IceBerg was roaring at my other teammates.
"Just perfect," I muttered to myself as we started the two hours of pain.
(Galactic's POV)
"You should buy a gun, Galactic," Starflight told me. I whipped my head around and blinked at him. The morning was off to a great start today, until Starflight had to ruin it with a weird statement.
"Why would I do that?" I asked him, puzzled. What did I need a gun for?
Starflight just face-taloned at the question. "It seems to me that you got a few enemies that want to dead. Your going to need to defend yourself."
"I don't need to defend myself if they don't know where I live," I pointed out.
"Listen, your not the luckiest dragon in Pyrrhia right now," he pointed out. It was true, I only escaped death like three times since the last day of school. Maybe it was four, I thought to myself.
"I don't need a gun," I told him. "I can defend myself just find."
I went over to my gaming consol and turned it on. I didn't need to be lectured today, especially by Starflight. I just needed to start being myself again. It was hard enough getting used to the amount of dull pain I still feel, even after a week ago.
The TV screen came to life and I got on my account. Putting the "Rise to Action" disk into the consol, I waited for the game to appear on the home screen. Within seconds of waiting, it appeared and I went into the main menu of the violent game. I hit the multiplayer on the game mode I wanted to play and waited for the game to place me in a lobby. Starflight sat down next to me while I waited.
"So I was thinking-"
"I'm not getting a gun!" I sighed and leaned back into the couch.
"-a pistol, or even a shotgun would be good enough. How about a AR-15?"
I just looked back at him, raising my eyebrow. He just shrugged as the game loaded into a lobby. I immediately joined on the game and started to help my team with the objective of the match. It was currently team death match, my favorite game mode. I was on the game for five minutes before someone knocked on our door.
"Can you get that?" I asked Starflight, but he shook his head.
"If you won't listen to me, I won't listen to you," Starflight responded, looking at his talons. Sighing, I reset my character to the lobby and got up. I went to the door and looked through the peephole, to see Freakwave standing there. I opened the door and was greeted by this message.
"Galactic," he told me. "You should buy a gun."
"Oh three moons," I sighed. I just left the door open and went back to my seat to continue my game. "You too?"
"Listen," the SeaWing started, "You need to defend yourself from dragons who are out there trying to kill you."
"I already got the lecture, dad," I replied sarcastically as I hit the controls on my gaming controller, making my character move. I could tell Freakwave was scowling at me, and that Starflight was trying hard not to laugh. "Can you guys just leave me be?"
"I ain't leaving until you get a gun," Freakwave answered.
"So let's say I want to buy a gun, where would I start?" I asked him, demanding an answer.
"I know a dragon," Freakwave replied. "The best part is that he's just a few minutes away, in another winglet building."
"For the last time, guys," I said sternly. "I don't need a gun, I already have something I can defend myself with." I held up my metal claw for them to see.
"Well, too bad," Freakwave said, grinning. "C'mon, we have a dragon to meet."
(5 minutes later...)
Freakwave knocked on the dorm room when we got there. I was currently next Starflight, who pretty kept an eye on me like a reckless dragonet. It was pretty annoying walking to this place while he just stared me down.
The door opened a few seconds later, and I wasn't really surprised to see who answered Freakwave's call. Deathbringer was standing, arms crossed.
"What do you need, Freakshow," Deathbringer said bluntly as he yawned.
"It's Freakwave," the SeaWing correct, annoyance starting to drip in his voice. "And I'm not the one needed your help, it's Galactic."
Deathbringer perked up at my name and looked over Freakwave's shoulder. Once he saw me, he put on a grin. Moving past Freakwave he began to introduce himself.
"Well if it isn't the escapee of death," he said sarcastically. "My name is Deathbringer, trained bodyguard of-"
"-Queen Glory of the RainWings. Yeah, I know," I finished. Deathbringer looked at me, pleased. "I'm only here because these two dragged me here."
"Yeah, Freakwave tends to that kind of stuff," he told me. "But I didn't know Starflight had the guts to do anything like this."
Starflight took a threatening step forward, but just looked like a RainWing dragonet trying to be menacing. "Shut it, Deathy."
Deathbringer growled, "You have no right to call me that!"
"Queen Glory does," Starflight responded. "So why can't I say it?"
Deathbringer just shook his head, sighing. "For many reasons, apparently. Anyways, get inside." He went into his room, and we followed after him. Starflight shut the door, and we got a good look at Deathbringer's dorm room. It was painted a black color that went with a aqua blue.
"Care to explain the color selection?" I asked the NightWing. Deathbringer just shrugged.
"It's my clawmate," he answered. He was about to call his clawmate, but his clawmate came out of his room, as if he read Deathbringer's mind.
It was Fathom the SeaWing. He was grinning at us. We all looked at him for a solid before Freakwave broke the silence. Fathom's eye lit up when he saw Freakwave.
"Hey cous!" Fathom said to Freakwave.
"Hey Fathom," Freakwave replied. "Where have you been for the past two years? Almost the whole Royal SeaWing Family was searching for you the night you disappeared. Aunt Lagoon wasn't though."
Fathom glanced at me before he responded to Freakwave's question. "I can fill you in while Deathbringer helps Galactic right now, come on."
The two SeaWings went into the aqua blue room together and closed the door behind them, leaving Deathbringer, Starflight, and I. It was pretty awkward for a moment, before Deathbringer started talking.
"Let's go find you a gun," he said, walking to his room. Starflight followed him, and so did I. Once we were in his room, I suddenly realized something.
"Wait," I told him, and he just looked at me. "They let you bring guns with you?"
The black and pink NightWing snorted. "No."
"Then how do you have guns here?" I asked him.
He looked at the wall, probably going through a flashback. "That's not important."
"I beg to differ."
"It doesn't really matter what you think right now. I could easily stop you from telling the staff here. I was trained by the elite NightWing guard," he told me. "Besides, do you want my help or not?" He pulled out a pistol form underneath his bed and aimed it at me.
"Put the weapon down!" I shouted, putting my claws up in surrender and backing away. Deathbringer just laughed, taking the mag out the M9, showing that it was empty.
"Do you really think I don't know how to use- Starflight!" he yelled, gazing daggers at the NightWing. I looked to see Starflight holding a picture of, the one and only, Queen Glory. Starflight was cracking a smile.
"Care to explain the picture underneath your pillow?" Starflight was starting to laugh now.
"I didn't plan to kill anyone today," Deathbringer growled. "But I can make exceptions."
I got in between the two of them before Deathbringer could lung at Starflight. "There's no need for anyone to get hurt," I said in a calm tone.
"That's an understatement," Deathbringer pointed out, and Starflight's smile immediately disappeared off his face. I turned to look at Starflight.
"Apologize," I ordered, and he rolled his eyes. Starflight was beginning to be one of those dragons who liked to annoy the living day lights out of everyone. His life wouldn't end very well if kept on doing this to Deathbringer.
"Fine, I'm sorry I found out about your secret crush," Starflght said in a mocking tone. I looked at Deathbringer, who narrowed his eyes at the NightWing. This isn't going to be good. I put my metal claw on Deathbringer's chest and looked him in the eye.
"That's probably the best you're going to get out of him," I said, but Deathbringer didn't looked convinced. I looked back at Starflight and gave him a "really?" look, and he just shrugged.
"Listen, Starflight," Deathbringer started. "You're only alive because Galactic asked me not to kill you. Since you've seen that photo, you have to promise that you won't tell anyone." Starflight nodded, and Deathbringer relaxed a little. "Okay, now let's find you a gun."
Deathbringer grabbed a container under his bed and pulled it out. Taking off the lid, I saw that he had an arsenal's worth of different weapons.
"Dude, are you getting prepared for the apocalypse?" I asked sarcastically. He shrugged as he continued to rummage through the container. It was a little while before Deathbringer pulled away from the container and showed me a Glock 18: an automatic pistol. It had a laser attachment and a mini sight on it. He held the weapon in front of me, urging me to take it.
I grabbed the gun without hesistation, and immediately felt the weight of the weapon. It wasn't the heaviest gun in Pyrriah, but it wasn't the lightest either. I held the gun with one claw in front of me and looked at it.
"That thing can take out multiple targets at once," Deathbringer explained to me. "It's range is decent, about fifty yards."
"I'll take it," I told him, and he just nodded. Going back into the container, he pulled out an ammo box and a few mags for my new gun. Opening the box, he took out bullets (actual bullets) and started loading them into each mag. Within minutes, he was done and he gave me the mags. He then went to his kitchen and grabbed a bag. He threw it at me.
"Put all that stuff in there," he called from across the room and I nodded.
"Wait," I called back, and he looked at me. "Why do you bring this stuff with you, to college?"
"Let's just say I've been in some tricky situations," he responded and walked away, leaving it with that. "Now get out before anyone gets suspicious."
I nodded and set all of new items in the bag. I grabbed Starflight by the arm and started for the door, only to realize that Freakwave was still with Fathom. I went to Fathom's room and knocked on the door, and got a response almost immediately. Freakwave went out the door and Fathom followed him, but stopped at his door frame.
"See ya, Galactic," Fathom said to me, and I nodded to him. I opened the dorm room and Freakwave, Starflight, and I headed back to our dorm.
"That was... eventful," Freakwave managed.
"I agree," I said. "Since Deathbringer almost killed Starflight."
"Last time I go to that dorm ever again," Starflight muttered to himself. We walked out the winglet building, and headed for our own.
(Celsius's POV)
"Practice is finished," coach Iceberg called to us. "You can leave when ready."
My teammates and I sighed in relief as we started to take our hockey gear off. Pain was finally over, but we had another practice tomorrow. I grumbled at the thought of practice, then I started to think of the question Winter gave me before practice started.
What do you know about NightWings? The question stuck with me as I got all my gear into my hockey bag and headed out the arena. I began to think what he could possibly want from the NightWings, what his parents wanted from the NightWings. It puzzled me, because Queen Glacier isn't the type of dragon to hold a grudge. As I thought about it, I didn't notice that I was already at my winglet building. I walked into the structure before and headed to the second floor. My legs throbbed from exhaustion as I climbed the stairs. I was then questioning myself why I didn't take the elevator.
I got past the two flights of stairs and headed to my dorm. I put my dorm key in the lock and twisted the key to unlock the door. I walked in, only to see Galactic and Starflight playing "Rise to Action" together. I then notices a pistol sitting on the stand by the couch.
"I thought guns weren't allowed here," I started. Galactic jumped from his seat, startled. Starflight jumped a little, but he then looked at me with a glare. "Sorry. I didn't know you two were on a date."
"Your sarcasm still disappoints me," Galactic responded with a smirk. I just shook my head, smiling. It was good to be back in the room, and the first thing I was going to do is take a nice, long, cold shower. I walked to the bathroom and dropped my bag by the door. I wasn't going to tell Galactic what Winter asked me today, it would've been a long, tiring conversation. Also, I didn't have the energy. I turned on the water to the showerhead, and it sprayed the cool liquid out of the nozzle.
Now, let's just enjoy the moment of relief, I thought to myself, as the noise in the main room became a whisper.
Done! That took way too long to make.
I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and I will see you in the next one.