Wings of Fire: Burning Dawn

== Prologue ==
"I hope that all of those dragons are dead. They have the ability to control their firescales, right? That means they're even more dangerous? Not to mention that that weird... freak was also an animus. Not to mention that he was half NightWing, too. So he could read minds and see the future most likely. I really, really hope he's dead. He would have been the strongest dragon in existence. I couldn't imagine the devastation he could cause if he went mad." The orange dragon said, nervously fiddling with his long spear. 
The blood-red dragon, Scorch, nodded. "I agree. That dragon could be the most dangerous creature on the face of the continent. I'm just glad that he's dead. If he wasn't... he could kill us even as a dragonet." The blood-red dragon said, stomping and snorting angrily. Little did they know, the dragonet (who was VERY MUCH ALIVE, MIND YOU) was listening to them, just behind a wall to their left. I'll show them! He thought, rage boiling up under his scales like lava.
== Chapter One: "Talons and Tails" ==
Volcano was flying, which he was almost always doing, and he was grumpy. Why was he grumpy? Because everyone hated him. Why did everyone hate him? Because he was the most powerful dragon to ever exist, a Skywing-Nightwing hybrid with all special abilities from both tribes, and an animus as well. What was not to hate? He shrugged and groaned angrily. Why did he care? Why did the SkyWings hate me, anyway? I was their perfect monstrosity of death and destruction. He thought, snorting out a plume of smoke. 
With him gone, the SkyWings had become so cheerful and jovial like STOP SMILING ALREADY THE WORLD IS HORRIBLE AND HATES YOU GO AWAY! He spotted the glimmer of dragon scales below and decided to investigate, since, you know, they weren't orange or red. They were, in fact, pale icy blue with speckles of deep blues and kelp green. A Sea-Ice hybrid, perhaps? He thought, scanning his mind quickly and nodding. He was right, take THAT SkyWings. He folded his wings and dove, descending upon the forest below like a meteorite, probably how he got his nickname of lavarock now that he thought about it, and landed regally and menacingly in front of the dragon.
The dragon (his name was Penguin) recoiled with a yelp. "What is wrong with you?!" He shouted, anxiety riddling his voice. He looked Volcano up and down, stopping to think, and widened his eyes in wonder. "You're Volcano, the Sky-Night dragon with firescales! You're also a seer, mind reader, and animus." He said, reciting the information like a talking scroll, or as if it had been burned into his mind for many years. Makes sense, I'm the most dangerous and menacing dragon to exist. Volcano thought, squinting at the dragon in skepticism.
"Moons above you're in shock." Volcano said, rolling his eyes in annoyance and curling in his tail to sit. "And yes, I am the most dangerous death monster that became notorious on the day of my hatching." He said, putting most of that sentence into one jumbled up word kinda thing.
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