I wound up discussing fanfics in my dream topic, and then I remembered this oldoldoldold story I wrote. It had TERRIBLE grammar and unoriginal names at first, so then I had rewritten some of it a while ago. But then I hadn't continued it. So I'll try to continue it when I can.
Anyways, I started writing this when I was really into Warriors(the book series), so you'll see a lot of similarities to that. Sorry. I'll try to make it more original, but I'm still going to keep the ranks thing.
I can't say too much about this without giving spoilers for parts yet to be written, but it's about a tribe of dragons and a storm. Keep in mind this isn't finished, and I'm still editing some parts, if you see spelling or grammar errors, then let me know. You can give tips and rate, but be helpful instead of just saying it's bad without explaining why you dislike it. One last thing: I have a character list, I'll post it if people are having trouble keeping track of the characters.
Yada yada yada let's go
A red dragon perched on a tall rock, glancing around the cave. His orange eyes shone as he watched a pitch-black drake sparring with a smaller dark blue dragon. A light gray hatchling sat in a corner, watching, her pale blue mother sitting next to her.
"Mother, why is it I can't be trained yet? Svantjim is training!" the hatching complained.
"Suacokim, you are much too young. You have not yet become a letostrix," the mother replied. Suacokim stared blankly.
"Ah, I haven't told you about that yet, have I? Well, you are very young. That means you are a kimstrix. When you become two years, you will become a letostrix, and you will start your training." The dragoness smiled as Suacokim tried to remember these new words.
"Kim…. strix. Okay, I got it!" Suacokim giggled, then bounded off.
"I see you're already teaching her, Ganescka?"
The mother's blue scales quivered as she turned around.
"Oh, hello, Sjachka. Yes, she didn't quite understand letostrixes," Ganescka purred.
Sjachka simply smiled, then walked away.
"Ibafarshan, I'm going out to hunt," he called out to the red dragon.
"What?!" Ibafarshan leapt in the air, then glided down. "You can't! It's much too dangerous--" he gestured to the rain pouring down, and a lightning bolt which struck a tree, "--you could get yourself killed!"
"You worry much too much," Sjachka groaned. Ignoring Ibafarshan's splutters of concern, he flew off into the night. A few minutes of searching and he spotted something walking around on the ground. He lowered down to get a closer view. It had hooves and a tiny horn on its head, but it was too blurry and foggy to see clearly.
A unicorn foal, Sjachka thought. He dove down towards it, snatching it up off the ground. It struggled, but as a long, spiky tail struck it on the side, it stopped moving. He started moving back towards the cave. Just as he could spot the cave, a lightning bolt flew down, just missing his wing. He writhed around in fear, nearly dropped the foal, then began to fly faster. He managed to enter the cave with few injuries, excluding the fact his wing was scorched. Suacokim, who had been sitting close to the entrance and playing with a beetle, leapt up and hopped away. Her wings were beating, although this did nothing. Svantleto ran up to his mentor with a look of horror on his face, spotting his scorched wing.
"This is the third day in a row that dragons have almost been struck by lightning," Ganescka whimpered.
"I did warn you," Ibafarshan growled. "If you had listened…" He trailed off, deep in thought. Sjachka growled and stormed off.
Suacokim curled up next to Sjachka, purring like a cat. Despite the thunder outside, she managed to fall asleep.
She blinked, looking around. She was no longer a kimstrix. She was flying through the clouds. Behind her was Svantleto, Ganescka, Sjachka and the rest of her tribe. She flew around happily, then realized something. Ibafarshan was not there. He would never leave the entire tribe to fly on their own. He would always lead the way. But no, Suacokim was leading. She looked back around, and gasped. Svantleto was gone. A few moments later, Ganescka was gone, then Sjachka, and eventually, she was all alone. Her wings folded to her sides. She was falling.
Suacokim awoke suddenly, terrified. Sjachka was still at her side, and Ibafarshan was still on the tall rock. It was a dream, just a terrible dream… but she could not take her mind off it. A crackling noise pulled her back into reality. Ganescka had slid a stone across the floor of the cave. She looked up nervously at Suacokim, then smiled.
"I heard you whimpering in your sleep. Is everything alright?" she asked.
"Yes. I was having a strange dream," Suacokim replied, looking slightly dazed.
"Why don't you tell me about it?" Ganescka had settled down next to the small hatchling. Suacokim hesitated, then explained the dream in detail. By the end of the story, Ganescka's smile had faded away, replaced by a look of concern.
"That's interesting," she murmured after a while. She stood up and walked over to Ibafarshan's rock. Suacokim blinked, then snorted and curled back up and fell asleep.
"I doubt this will ever stop."
Ibafarshan was gazing out the entrance of the cave. The rain continued to pour down, and thunder could be heard in the distance. He heard footsteps and turned around to see a blue-scaled dragoness looking at him.
"Hello, Ganescka. Did you want to tell me something?" he asked.
"Yes. Suacokim had…" she hesitated, "an odd dream."
She went on to explain the hatchling's dream, nearly word-for-word. Ibafarshan had the same look of concern as Ganescka.
"She said it was a very vivid dream, that it seemed real," she finished.
"I've been having some odd dreams, as well," Ibafarshan muttered, rolling around to get comfortable.
"I was leading the tribe in the air. I don't know where we were going to, but everyone looked terrified. I heard a screech, and then--"
"Again? I hope it'll stop soon!"
Ibafarshan turned around and spotted the small gray kimstrix, Suacokim. She was staring at the rain and whining.
"Yes, I believe we all want it to stop," he replied. He signaled with his tail for Ganescka to leave, then settled back down on the tall rock.
Suacokim had left and was eating a piece of meat with Svantleto. She chewed happily, then thought.
It's raining so much that we won't be able to hunt. We'll run out of food. And then…
"I'm going hunting," Sjachka said. Ibafarshan had opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Sjachka continued, "I don't care. I know it's dangerous. I know you've told me. I'd rather die for the tribe than have us all starve." Suacokim had just now noticed that there was no mound of food in the center of the cave, instead there were two elk.
"Sjachka, no--" Ibafarshan started, but Sjachka had already left.
There was a lack of prey. They had all died from lightning, hidden in burrows to escape from the rain, or ran away. The sun was hidden by clouds, so it was always dark. Sjachka spotted something large moving around, and instinctively dove down to catch it. It was a horse. It was very scrawny, but a horse. His claws sunk into its neck, and he started to fly off, ignoring the angry herd neighing at him. A lightning bolt struck down. Then another. And another. He swerved around in an attempt to avoid the lightning, but he wasn't quick enough. One had struck his wing, which was now burnt and bloody. He roared, then dove towards the cave. The scrawny horse dropped from his claws. He was losing control and lopsided, but he managed to make it in. Ganescka screeched and ran over to Sjachka, eyes wide. She was speechless. Ibafarshan walked up to him, growling.
"You do not fly out in the middle of a storm!" he roared.
"Ibafarshan, his wing-- you-- help him!" Ganescka spluttered.
"No," he replied, looking furious. "He did not obey the shan's orders. He does not belong here anymore." Sjachka looked up at him with a mixture of fury and fear, but said nothing.
"As you are injured, you are allowed to stay until you are able to fly. But once you heal, you are banished forever."
Days passed. Sjachka's wing was treated, and healed quickly. Once he was able to fly, Ibafarshan called a meeting. All the dragons gathered around, looking anxious.
"Sjachka," the shan called. Black scales shimmered in the moonlight as Sjachka stepped forward.
"You have disobeyed me, the shan of this tribe. You have ignored my orders to stay safe while the storms raged. You were foolish, and you must leave."
Ganescka sat up. "Ibafarshan, are you sure about this?"
The tall red dragon simply nodded. Sjachka gave him a pleading look, but to no avail.
"Go." Ibafarshan motioned outside. The thunder had stopped, but it was still raining. Sjachka bowed his head, took a last look at his mate and hatchlings, then flew off into the night. Ibafarshan turned to Ganescka.
"I am sorry, but he has disobeyed clear orders," the shan stated calmly. Ganescka nodded slowly, then turned to Svantleto.
"What about--"
"We will decide on a mentor for him in the morning," Ibafarshan cut in knowingly. The others looked around and at each other, then went off to their dens.
Again, rate and give constructive criticism please. Don't post "tl;dr", I'm fairly sure that's dismissive.
