Dazzling is here.
She flew with a league of dragons, all different colors. They glided lazily across the sky, landing at the palace entrance. Queen Scarlet was busy to prepare. Plenty of food, palace cleaned, and Spectro chained up and by her side. A obsidian collar of sorts was fastened around his neck tightly. A short silver chain went out from there to Scarlet's claws. He struggled and pulled as the Skywing queen lead him to the main hall. Dazzling waited, robed in indigo scale garments. "Well you took long enough," Scarlet said to her.
"There was so much wind, it is a miracle we made it at all." The Rainwing drawled, voice dripping like honey into Spectro's ears. "Well then, off to business." Scarlet held up the silver chain with a rather annoyed Rainwing attached to the other end.
"Ah yes. Spectro." Dazzling's voice grew cold. She stared hard at him. On a normal day Spectro would have withered under that gaze. But today he stared back, orange eyes rebellious, daring, full of fury to the queen. He was angry at her, at Scarlet, at everyone from here to the Rainwing kingdom. He did not react when the chain was handed over for several large jewels. Dazzling yanked him, waved a multicolored wing to Scarlet, and walked down the path. She tied the chain extremely tight around her waist, and curled her tail around the small Rainwing captive. She took off, and within minutes was far away. The winds pushed her all the way there.
She was furious. As soon as they reached the castle, two large Rainwings pounced on him, tails curling threateningly around his neck.
"What were you thinking, Spectro you worthless pile of grey scales! Do you know how much I sacrificed to you?Everything!" She shouted in his face. Spectro stared coolly back at the raging Queen. "But now that you left, you disobeyed me! Me!" She shouted again, spraying spittle onto the Rainwing. "So now your going to get it. Descaled." She smiled wickedly at him. Spectro swallowed nervously.
Two dragons pinned him to a flat stone slab. Dazzling looked in for a moment, then told them what they needed him to do. "Make him purple. I was wanting purple scales for my room." She looked one last time at him with excitement, as if she was thinking of the lovely new curtains his wings will give her. Then she left, and the heavy stone door shut with a loud clang. The two Rainwings turned to him, their long claws outstretched. "Always knew you were going to end up in our claws, right?" One said, nudging the other.
"Yes, yes. The queen was always commenting on him and his... Usefulness after he was done with." They looked grimly at him with matching green eyes. Spectro thrashed and hit them with his tail, but the big Rainwings did not care. They took berry juice and traced the outline of his wing.
Spectro hissed and yowled under them. It was as if they had wax stuffed in their ears. One took him by the chin and said slowly and enunciated every word carefully, as if he was dumb. "Now we need you to turn purple, ok? Just a nice violet and then we will do it." He smiled too widely and tapped his nose, waiting for his wings to turn purple.
They didn't.
"I will say it again. Just purple. It can be any shade." He was starting to get annoyed.
They still didn't.
"Last time. Will you please-" All the sudden he stopped, because he noticed Spectro baring his teeth at him. "Stop it!" He said, and Spectro promptly spat on him. Except, when he spat it was black. This is not spit, he thought when the dragon howled, clutching his face. It burnt, giving off the smell of over cooked meat stuck to the bottom of a Mudwing's foot. In other words, it reeked. The other dragon, obviously not the sharpest claw on the foot, leaped at him. Spectro spat on him too, and the same thing happened. Venom. He concluded. He had venom. Like the dragons from his scroll. He was one of them. He was filled with such joy that he did not care when a guard came crashing through the door. He spat on him, watched him fall, and ran toward the window. Spectro jumped, crashing through it, and ran out the other side.
The last thing the first dragon saw was the sight of purple wings, waving teasingly at him.