“Do you want to talk?”įatespeaker gave her a hesitant look, then nodded. She needed to say something, to yell at the top of her lungs, but nothing would come out. But being in that room was like being suffocated by quicksand. As if they’d never been friends, or more than friends, or… well, she didn’t know. Every time she spoke to Starflight, it was worse. “Making sure she’s doing alright! Big day tomorrow! Haha!”įatespeaker left the room, walking quickly to no place in particular with her eyes trained on the floor. “Well, I just wanted to check on the queen,” said Fatespeaker. No one spoke for a long moment, and Fatespeaker felt like she was going to burst. Sunny gave Fatespeaker a sympathetic look. Glory looked back and forth between the two NightWings, seeming confused.
“Me and Starflight just finished up his speech for the NightWing-IceWing discussion tomorrow. “Oh, you know, they’re going!” said Fatespeaker. Starflight and Sunny stood nearby, while Newt – the RainWing healer, not the MudWing – busied herself with a mortar and pestle. Glory was lying down on a makeshift bed made out of blankets, a disgruntled look on her bandaged face. “I can tell by the way you walk,” said Starflight. She grimaced, then poked her head around the corner. She wanted to see Queen Glory, but not if it meant talking to Starflight. “You can go tomorrow, but please let me know immediately if you experience any dizziness or nausea.”įatespeaker hesitated. “Head injury is no joke, your majesty,” said Newt. “I would have gone today if Newt had let me.” “I don’t want to risk your health for the sake of some dumb conference.” “Maybe you should stay here,” said Sunny. “Will you be there tomorrow?” said Starflight. Cresent," his mother said in the most gentle, soft voice he had ever heard, competing with the noisy rainforest and howling winds.Fatespeaker paused outside the RainWings’ chamber’s entrance, hearing voices float out. He automatically knew she was someone he would look up to. He looked around the moonlight place and saw his mother. He had a small teardrop-shaped scale behind each of his eyes and was a dark purple, like Fatespeaker. Out stumbled a little dragonet, whose scales were nearly pitch-black. She glanced down at the egg nervously, as if it would explode in front of her. Fatespeaker howled in agony, but snapped out of it. The dragonet was dark, evil, darkness resided within. Fatespeaker glanced back at the silvery egg. She looked down on her unborn child, and thought of Starflight. I did not foresee that, She thought, wrapping her tail around the egg. She choked on her breath for a second when the egg turned silver. Fatespeaker eventually sat down, and looked at the pitch black egg. Two moons shone brightly in the sky while the third remained unseen. She foresaw that this would be the best place for her child to hatch. Her egg lay hidden in the foliage of the rainforest. She was beautiful.įatespeaker paced back and forth nervously. Sunny lost her breath momentarily at the sight of her daughter.
She had some deep blue scales running down her sides, and her underbelly was a light yellow. Her ridge was a very faded magenta, and her eyes were a very dark green. She looked down onto her little dragonet. Whether it was her instincts, or a crazy assumption, she knew.Ĭrack! Sunny watched in awe as the shell split wide open. But it's hatching too early! Sunny checked on her egg every day, anxiously awaiting the arrival of her daughter. Two of the three moons shone brightly upon the vacant desert, as the egg shook slightly.
It had a small crack in its dark golden shell. Sunny turned her attention back to her egg. She was afraid that he was making out with Fatespeaker instead.Ĭrack. But eventually, as time passed, she felt feelings towards the geeky Nightwing. She’d even settle for Jade Mountain Academy!Īt first, she had no feelings towards Starflight. It would hatch in the barren desert, rather than a more suitable place, such as the Scorpion Den, or the rainforest. Sunny wished that she had picked a better place to hide her egg. A gentle breeze blew across the sand, picking up a few grains and sweeping them across the desert.