Chapter 5
Lydia felt lost, she was wondering once again down the long, dark stone dimly torch lit hallway of her kingdom. She felt as though she were going in circles.
In a few steps, I'll pass by that door again, she felt her spines shutter at the thought as just as she expected, she could see the dark stained wooden door coming up not to far down the hall. Each time she passed it, it rattled and vibrated angrily, desperately.
The first time it happened when she walked past it, the NightWing princess bolted past it with a shrilly screech of terror. It scared her and caught her off guard, she believed she must've bolted past it another several times before calming down and becoming used to the unsettling noises on the other side. Each time, she never dared to open the door, but each time she passed it, she started to wonder if she should and the urge to grab the rattling handle grew with each time she passed it.
This has to be another dream, Lydia told herself as she was less than a few paces away from the door, watching as it rattled and shook in its frame. I need to wake up. Pushing aside her fear, she marched towards the door, reaching out with her talons, but she kept hesitating and couldn't grab the handle as it rattled and shook. Come on Lydia! You're the NightWing Princess! You shouldn't be scared of everything or anything for that matter!
That was enough to convince her to rip the door open, feeling a strong gust of wind blast against her. She couldn't tell if it was from how swiftly she opened the old wood, or if it came from a possible open window. Either way, she ducked her head and covered herself with her wings, staring at the star marking on the underside of them with shaky breaths.
With hesitance, the NightWing dragonet unfurled her wings and her scarlet red eyes widened in shock. She was no longer in the tunnel, instead, she was stood upon a large hill covered in softly waving pale green grass, above her, a world of stars twinkled and sparkled happily.
Woah... Lydia couldn't help but feel in awe at the sight. She'd seen the stars before from tiny windows in the cave walls that were close to the outside of their mountain, but she'd never been able to see the clear sky.
The wind softly brushed against her, it was pleasantly cool and felt welcoming, almost loving with the way it curled around her.
Lydia knew this was a dream, but somewhere inside of her heart, she wished it wasn't as she stood there gazing up upon the stars and constellations. Suddenly, her ears perked up, a sound was dancing upon the soft wind.
The scarlet eye'd NightWing's head turned around to look over her shoulder at the vast landscape behind her of softly rolling hills of waving tall grass. A small patch of trees could be seen along side the hills, looking to be made up of pines and even some maples or oaks. In the distance, she could see two dragons made up of shadows running after one another, laughing and giggling when they tumbled. One figure was slender with large wings, the other was smaller and stockier with sharp neck spines. Not that of an IceWing's, more so like a NightWing.
The two dragons laughed as the taller one bolted from the other, who didn't hesitate much before racing after the other. With a blink of her eyes, the two figures disappeared off into the distant tree line and out of sight.
Who were those dragons? She wanted to give chase, fly after them, even just call out and ask their names, but she couldn't. After a few more long moments of longingly looking out into the distance, hoping the two shadowy dragons would return, she let a sigh out through her nostrils before she turned to look back at the stars.
When she turned, she didn't expect there to be a dragon seated beside her. Lydia's heart gave a shuttering thump as she leaped back in shock, no words able to come out of her jaws that felt as though they had been chained shut. The dragon that now sat beside her, looking at her from the corner of their eye, was another NightWing. She was large with broad shoulders and dark blue tinted scales. Running along a few patches of her scales were lighter grey-blue speckles. Her spikes were long, like Animosity's, like Lydia's.
The older young adult female NightWing wore some king of armour, armour she'd never seen before. She had a satchel strapped to her thigh and iron rings with curled spikes slid upon her horns that seemed to shimmer in the starlight. Hanging from her left ear was a silver hoop earring with a tiny sapphire attached to the end, round and smooth like a tiny pearl.
One thing that stood out on the NightWing was were eyes, a dazzling, sparkling blue that felt as cold as ice as they glowed as brightly as the stars, but there were hints of something more inside of them that she couldn't quite put her talons on. Was it regret? Sorrow? Guilt? She didn't know. Hiding half of the dragons face was a helmet, a broken helmet that looked smashed and beaten, the only thing that revealed the visible part of the other NightWing's face.
"W.....who...?" Her voiced died off in a croak, the NightWing still sat there silently, watching the dragonet at her side before turning her head back to look up at the sparkling stars.
The NightWing didn't speak, she just confined to look up at the stars. As the moments grew on, Lydia saw her tail coil around her talons before tapping the ground beside her where Lydia had originally been standing.
Does she want me to sit beside her?
Lydia hesitated for a few moments before slowly making her way over towards the other NightWing, sitting down ever so slowly in the grass as though she were afraid to make any noise, which, even when she did, the other NighWind didn't react aside from a twitch of her ear.
"I'm sorry," she suddenly spoke, catching Lydia off guard for a moment as she looked up to attempt to meet the other NightWing's gaze, but she wasn't looking at Lydia, she was looking up at the stars. "I regret the things I've done and I accept the fact I'll never see you again...." What was she talking about? "any of you."
Was this another strange dragon trying to tell her something? She didn't know. It was almost like the NightWing could see her, but also couldn't at the same time.
"But I want to look for you and try to make amends, even though it would never work...I've done to much," the blue eyed NightWing lowered her head, letting it hand down with her chin butting her chest. "left to little."
Lydia could practically feel the emotions rolling off of the other dragon in sorrowful waves that made Lydia want to cry.
"It's to late...isn't it?" The other NightWing went on, before she could keep going, Lydia dishes forwards and collided with the other NightWing, feeling to coldness of her armour yet also the warmth of her scales. The princess wrapped her wings around the other dragon, trying her best to provide comfort to the blue eyed dragon who was now silent.
The moments ticked by without either of them moving, Lydia started to worry that she did something wrong before the other dragon started to slowly move, raising one of her forearms to rest her talons upon Lydia's head. A gesture her mother and father would often do when she became emotional over something, or seemed comfort of her own.
"You need to wake up."
"Huh?" Lydia's eyes blinked open and she looked up to meet the icy cold blue gaze above her.
"You need to wake up."
Lydia felt puzzled, a fuzzy feeling within her mind. "Why?" She asked as she rested her head upon the other dragons chest, listening for a heartbeat but.....there wasn't one there. Their chest sounded empty, silent.
"Not all butterflies are as they seem, some are moths that like to eat at your cloth."
"What do you mean?"
"Hornets."
This dragon was no longer speaking clearly, they were speaking yet nothing connected smoothly to what she said before. It started to make the NightWing pull away from the fuzzy feeling inside of her mind.
"Wake up, wake up before the hornet stings."
That was all the warning Lydia got before the ice blue eyed NightWing shoved her. It wasn't harsh, more so desperate than anything. The red eyed NightWing dragonet let our a startled yelp, expecting to fall back onto the grass as her eyes screwed shut, but the wind picked up around her and she just kept falling.
"ROSEARY!" She heard a bone chilling cry that split through the air, over the sound of sudden roaring and the sounds of clashing dragons.
Her eyes shot open and she saw the world around was no longer toned in the dark, yet soft, blues and stary night sky. Instead, the sunlight was bright, almost harsh against her eyes as it flared down upon her.
Dragons were fighting all around her as she fell. Dragons of golden yellows and oranges stripped in black that sparkled like obsidian. They fought against dragons that were all kinds of shades of warm, vibrant greens and dark, honey browns. Her wings felt numb and heavy as they fluttered in the corner of her vision, not moving at all to catch her. She then saw her talons before her, but they weren't hers. The talons she saw were longer with slimmer wrists, yet muscled, with dark green scales with speckles of darker swampy greens scattered up her forearms.
There was a dragon flying after her, desperation showing in their movements as they pushed their sparkling wings harder to give chase, their talons outstretched as they tried to grasp her own. Lydia couldn't see their face because of the harsh sunlight blinding her, but one thing stood out against the rays of the sun aside from their sparkling warm pale orange scales like the weeping dragoness who cried for her dragonet. Their eyes.
The dragons eyes were such a vibrant yellow that they almost looked like pools of gold in the sunlight. Inside of them she could see tears pricking the corner of the dragons eyes, their pupils slitted in horror, fear and desperation.
Then, a voice rang throughout her head, one very familiar to the NightWing dragonet. It belonged to the crazy LeafWing she saw in one of her dreams; Roseary, the same name that the dragon flying after her screamed out.
"My little flower," Roseary's voice echoed within her own head as time seemed to slow, her vision starting to fade and blur around her. "You've grown into a strong little sprout I am proud to call my apprentice, even as we are not from the same tree."
Lydia shot awake, panting heavily as her talons gripped the silky cloth beneath her. In, out, in out, she coached herself. Her wings rattled and shuttered on either of her sides, her tail coiled tightly against her hind legs, feeling as though it were a snake trying to strangle her legs rather than her own tail seeking comfort.
What..... she panted as she tried to recollect herself and become stable, Was that? Lydia felt shaken, cold, hot, sick, scared and excited at the same time. Her heart racing wildly within her chest as it pumped adrenaline throughout her body, waking her up much quicker than she normally would.
As she started to become more aware to her surroundings, realizing she was back into the real world once more, back in her bed and not trapped within her own head that was buzzing like an angry hive, one word continued to make itself loud and clear within her thoughts.
As it rang within her head, she spoke it to herself, things connecting within her head.
"My little Flower"
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- MindlessTyper
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