Note: This story takes place several years after book 9, Darkstalker was defeated (somehow) and the Nightwings are living in their old kingdom.
Silverscale p.o.v
Silverscale flew towards her home, clutching her newest painting in her claws.
Maybe this time her parents would like it.
Maybe this time they would be proud of her.
For once.
When she got in, her parents were surrounding her brother, Brightmind.
He was boasting about his newest invention, or scientific discovery, or something.
She waited by the door for them to finish. When they finally stopped talking, she showed them her painting.
It was of a Nightwing.
The Nightwing was part dragon, part machine.
She thought that they would like it, being scientists and all.
They didn't.
Of course they didn't, they never did.
Her mother sighed.
"Silver, you need to stop painting, it won't get you anywhere."
"Yes" her father added "it's not a very useful skill is it?"
"But-" she said trying to tell them how hard she had worked on it, but they had already left.
"They're probably right, you know." Brightmind said before walking after their parents.
"Well we can't all be geniuses like you!" she yelled after him before stomping off into her room.
She put the painting on one of the few clear surfaces in her room, which was filled with colourful paintings, mostly of dragons.
The colour was comforting in the bleak, colourless Night kingdom.
Yessssssss! I'm so proud of this chapter! I never thought I would actually start this fanfiction, it's been in my head for ages and I have, like a billion notes. After I introduce the other main characters the chapters will be longer.
I hope you liked it!