User blog:EclipseTheNightwing17/Shadow Fanfiction

Prologue

The Icewing-NightWing War

“Why are we doing this?!” Darknight called over the battle cries and metal clanging of swords and spears. No one heard him. No one at all. “Why do we have to go to war?” ''Why? It’s all your fault, Arctic.'' He felt a tingling feeling wash over him and he lowered his spear at an Icewing. Mindlessly, he charged and stabbed the Icewing in between one of the ribs, then stopped. Horrified at his actions.

Darknight dropped his spear and grabbed the Icewing. Purple-blue blood gushed out of the spear wound on the beat of a pounding heart. He dragged the body of the dragon away and out of the war zone, under a ledge and in the shadows where he most likely would not be spotted.

He tried to stop the bleeding by applying pressure to the gash, but failed miserably. It was too late. The Icewing lay motionless in his arms. ”Why...why is war so cruel?” He said softly to  himself. “I joined this for my tribe, not to kill another one,” suddenly, a dragon zoomed by him. “And this aniums magic.” Darknight stole a glance at Darkstalker fighting in the sky, killing Icewings with just a swipe of a claw. “Why did Darkstalker have to do this and give young dragons powers so they could just die in a brutal war they never wanted?”

“Oh, I hope he stays out of this,” he looked at the rocks nearby at his son, watching the fight and sure enough, he felt pain in his chest. He looked up only to see there was a blue Icewing, hissing in delight. The spear it was holding had pierced his chest and his blood pouring out. Instantly he started feeling cold and sick. He sadly thought of his son and gave in to the inevitable—death.

Shadow

Shadow just watched. He couldn't do anything. He just watched as his father died, he watched as Darkstalker gave no sign of attention to what just happened. He yelled and started to cry, but that's when he saw an Icewing. A young Icewing, a female Icewing.

Fuelled by rage, he found a stone and charged with the intent of killing the Icewing. When he was several feet away, the Icewing looked up at him, he could now see, up close, she was also crying.

The young and probably two-year-old dragonet gasped for air over her tears and sniffed .“P-please don't hurt me!” She yelped. Shadow stopped and hovered before her, dropping the stone and now feeling incredibly sorry for the Icewing.

“No, I won’t hurt you,” Shadow said, blinking to keep his vision clear. “What's your name?” He asked.

She paused, before drying her tears on her wings and sat down where she was standing. “Snowcakes.”

Shadow was taken aback from the odd sounding word. “Snowcakes,” he repeated. “That's a funny name. Mine’s Shadow.” The young Icewing nodded, a half-smiled, although it was probably fake. “Hey Snowcakes, why are you crying?”

Her face went grim and sorrow glinted in her eyes. She turned to the war and said.“Because that big meany dragon hit my Mommy and Daddy and now they wont move.” She said pointing first at Darkstalker then at two dead Icewings. A twisting feeling of pity lurched in his stomach. She wasn’t familiar with the concept of death.

It was at this moment that he knew he had to help this dragon. He promised on his father’s death he would take care of her. He was going to do it because she just experienced what he did. They were both alone, orphaned and fearful...but he had no more to lose, only to gain. Perhaps a friend was just what he needed. “Come on, lets go, I have something to show you.” Shadow said, and without a look behind him, he led her to the Rainforest.

(This is not a finished Fanfiction)