Through the Fire and Flames

The sky was unbelievably clear. Such a bright and beautiful grey blue day, that anyone could see for miles in any direction. A cool breeze blew, gently rustling the leaves of the many trees. Powdery white snow covered the ground in small drifts. An orange dragon plummeted from the sky, crashing into the ground with a loud crunch. Blood splattered everywhere staining the white snow a dark blood red. The orange dragon, a SkyWing struggled to his feet. Blood trickled down from the side of his head and from a multitude of slashes and cuts across his body. The SkyWing cradled his right arm close to his chest, seeing as it had been damaged from the crash landing. The orange SkyWing kept looking up at the sky and over his shoulder, like he was being followed. The SkyWing began running through the forest, throwing snow into the air and leaving a trail of blood. He began running faster and faster, panting and crying. Running away from something, or from someone. Over the SkyWing's footfalls the beating of wings could be heard approaching overhead. The SkyWing desperately searched around for somewhere, anywhere to hide but to no avail. His orange scales stood out to much for him to ever have a hope of hiding. There was really only one thing he could do, what he should have done in the beginning of this all: stand and fight. As the orange SkyWing stopped and turned round three other SkyWings landed before him, sending snow flying. Two of the newly arrived dragons carried long spears but the third was unarmed. The orange SkyWing glared at the unarmed other, hate smoldering in his eyes. "I was surprised when you ran." The orange SkyWing was puzzled slightly. 
"What?" The unarmed SkyWing shrugged. 
"I just wouldn't have expected it from you." He grinned. "I thought you were better than that." The orange SkyWing clenched his fist, the one still held against his chest and his talons dug into the scales of his palms. 
"I could easily say the same about you." The unarmed SkyWing shrugged. 
"I suppose, but it doesn't really matter now does it? I mean, you and I both know that you're not leaving this clearing."
"Hah." The orange SkyWing said. "If you were so sure of that, you would have come alone." 
"I couldn't allow you to get away again. It was a mistake to leave you unguarded." The other SkyWing paused for a moment before saying, "Let's get this over with shall we?" The orange SkyWing lowered his head. He knew that he couldn't win. Not this time. He'd had one chance to escape, and it hadn't been enough. Through the fire and flames, you'll survive. You'll carry on, your head held high. My little hero. His mother's words echoed in the orange SkyWing's head. He was going to die here, no question. But he didn't have to give his enemy the satisfaction of knowing that he was beaten. The orange SkyWing stood up straight, his gaze burning into that of his enemy. He smiled, the same confident grin that he always had. 
"Yeah, lets finish this." The unarmed SkyWing grinned too.
"Now that's the Inferno I remember!" He launched himself at Inferno, claws outstretched. Inferno moved his wings to intercept his attacker, and the other SkyWing cut through them like tissue paper. Inferno's body burned with pain, but he forced himself to continue smiling. To continue to ward of his attacker. Whatever stories they may tell about me, I can know in my heart that I died without fear. The attacking SkyWing slammed into Inferno, sending them both crashing into the ground. The whole time the other SkyWing was slashing and tearing at Inferno's chest and throat, while his prey did his best to ward of the barrage of attacks. Inferno's time was up, and his enemy knew it. "See you in the next life Inferno." He said, and with a final few slashes Inferno was dead. Crimson blood turned the snow into a sickly pink as Inferno's killer stood and returned to his two companions, who had remained motionless for the duration of the fight. "Let's go. Grab his body and bring it back to the city. I want people to see what has become of their savior." The other two SkyWings nodded as Inferno's killer spread his wings and jumped into the sky, pleased by what he'd done. With Inferno gone, no one could stop him now. 
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