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you.”
“What?” She took a step back, fluttering her wings. “Wait, I never saw you. I lived right in the Talons of Peace camp.”
“We were kept hidden,” Starflight explained. “Under a mountain. No one was supposed to find us.”
“There you are.” Morrowseer landed beside them with a thump . “If you’re quite finished with your little chat, there are other pressing matters we could attend to.”
“ I’m not finished,” Fatespeaker said, whirling toward him. “He’s all special and chosen, too! How can we both be in the prophecy?”
“Only one of you will be,” said Morrowseer. “But that’s why you’re both here. So that we can decide which one.”
So there’s still a chance, Starflight thought.
“Don’t you know? Didn’t you deliver that prophecy?” Fatespeaker asked, wrinkling her nose.
“Prophecies can be complicated,” Morrowseer said coldly.
“Oooo,” Fatespeaker said. “Good comeback. I should write that down and use it on Viper.”
“The real problem,” Morrowseer went on, “is that neither of you are suitable candidates whatsoever, but we have no other dragonets of the right age we could use, so it must beone of you.” He growled. “We apparently made a grave error allowing you to be raised outside the tribe, where we thought you’d be safe from — well, just in case. It has always been our assumption that NightWing superiority is something every NightWing is hatched with.”
He looked down his nose at the two dragonets. “Evidently we were wrong.”
“But why aren’t I suitable?” Starflight asked. He hated the plaintive tone in his voice, but he couldn’t seem to quash it. “What have I done?”
“You have no leadership qualities,” Morrowseer said. “You make NightWings look like cowards and followers. And you antagonized our ally.”
“Blister?” Starflight said, uncomfortably remembering his interaction with her in the Kingdom of the Sea. He’d tried to find reasons to support her as the next SandWing queen — really, he’d tried — but she was too manipulative and too untrustworthy. And he didn’t like the way she’d looked at Sunny, as if the little dragonet would make an excellent snack.
“You have placed our whole plan in jeopardy,” Morrowseer said.
“ What plan?” Starflight cried. “How am I supposed to make anything happen when I don’t even know what you really want?”
To his surprise, Morrowseer actually paused and thought about that.
“No,” he rumbled finally. “Dragonets can’t be trusted with secrets. Perhaps if you are the one chosen, we can revealmore. But all you should really need to know is how to follow orders.” He scowled. “Now come.”
Morrowseer swept away, lashing his tail.
Starflight and Fatespeaker exchanged glances. “Have your visions given you any hints?” Starflight asked. “About whatever their secret plan is, I mean?”
She scratched her neck, the anklet of silver scales glittering as she moved. “Let me think.” She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again. “Oh, absolutely! It involves us! But both of us! And we’re going to be heroes and the whole tribe will help us stop the war and maybe they’ll even make us king and queen.”
Startled, he blinked at her. King and queen? But he couldn’t — she wasn’t — well, she wasn’t Sunny. And he’d been in love with one dragon his whole life.
“MOVE NOW OR I WILL KILL YOU BOTH, PROPHECY OR NO PROPHECY,” Morrowseer bellowed from the tunnel.
The dragonets scrambled up and hurried after him, tripping over each other. Fatespeaker bounded into the lead, and Starflight was left trailing behind, his mind a whirl of confusion.
He didn’t want to think about a possible future as Fatespeaker’s king, so he focused on his father’s experiments instead. Why are they torturing the RainWings? I can figure this out. Think, Starflight, think.
His first guess was that the NightWings wanted to use RainWing venom
“What?” She took a step back, fluttering her wings. “Wait, I never saw you. I lived right in the Talons of Peace camp.”
“We were kept hidden,” Starflight explained. “Under a mountain. No one was supposed to find us.”
“There you are.” Morrowseer landed beside them with a thump . “If you’re quite finished with your little chat, there are other pressing matters we could attend to.”
“ I’m not finished,” Fatespeaker said, whirling toward him. “He’s all special and chosen, too! How can we both be in the prophecy?”
“Only one of you will be,” said Morrowseer. “But that’s why you’re both here. So that we can decide which one.”
So there’s still a chance, Starflight thought.
“Don’t you know? Didn’t you deliver that prophecy?” Fatespeaker asked, wrinkling her nose.
“Prophecies can be complicated,” Morrowseer said coldly.
“Oooo,” Fatespeaker said. “Good comeback. I should write that down and use it on Viper.”
“The real problem,” Morrowseer went on, “is that neither of you are suitable candidates whatsoever, but we have no other dragonets of the right age we could use, so it must beone of you.” He growled. “We apparently made a grave error allowing you to be raised outside the tribe, where we thought you’d be safe from — well, just in case. It has always been our assumption that NightWing superiority is something every NightWing is hatched with.”
He looked down his nose at the two dragonets. “Evidently we were wrong.”
“But why aren’t I suitable?” Starflight asked. He hated the plaintive tone in his voice, but he couldn’t seem to quash it. “What have I done?”
“You have no leadership qualities,” Morrowseer said. “You make NightWings look like cowards and followers. And you antagonized our ally.”
“Blister?” Starflight said, uncomfortably remembering his interaction with her in the Kingdom of the Sea. He’d tried to find reasons to support her as the next SandWing queen — really, he’d tried — but she was too manipulative and too untrustworthy. And he didn’t like the way she’d looked at Sunny, as if the little dragonet would make an excellent snack.
“You have placed our whole plan in jeopardy,” Morrowseer said.
“ What plan?” Starflight cried. “How am I supposed to make anything happen when I don’t even know what you really want?”
To his surprise, Morrowseer actually paused and thought about that.
“No,” he rumbled finally. “Dragonets can’t be trusted with secrets. Perhaps if you are the one chosen, we can revealmore. But all you should really need to know is how to follow orders.” He scowled. “Now come.”
Morrowseer swept away, lashing his tail.
Starflight and Fatespeaker exchanged glances. “Have your visions given you any hints?” Starflight asked. “About whatever their secret plan is, I mean?”
She scratched her neck, the anklet of silver scales glittering as she moved. “Let me think.” She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again. “Oh, absolutely! It involves us! But both of us! And we’re going to be heroes and the whole tribe will help us stop the war and maybe they’ll even make us king and queen.”
Startled, he blinked at her. King and queen? But he couldn’t — she wasn’t — well, she wasn’t Sunny. And he’d been in love with one dragon his whole life.
“MOVE NOW OR I WILL KILL YOU BOTH, PROPHECY OR NO PROPHECY,” Morrowseer bellowed from the tunnel.
The dragonets scrambled up and hurried after him, tripping over each other. Fatespeaker bounded into the lead, and Starflight was left trailing behind, his mind a whirl of confusion.
He didn’t want to think about a possible future as Fatespeaker’s king, so he focused on his father’s experiments instead. Why are they torturing the RainWings? I can figure this out. Think, Starflight, think.
His first guess was that the NightWings wanted to use RainWing venom
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