Wings of Fire: The Crimson Skies

Author's Note: Some information may be slightly incorrect, and because I am typing on mobile, the formatting may be wrong, and for that I apologise. But for now, enjoy the story (so far)!
Prologue:
20 Years Ago...
A silver dragon stood coughing in the center of the NightWing Palace's throne room. She was staring down at the vast body laying before her, with scales as dark as ebony. Her tail flicked across the stone as she tried to process what had happened. Blue blood was dripping steadily from her many wounds, forming a puddle beneath her white claws.
Darkstalker had, for some reason, put up a fight. Instead of simply killing her, he'd made sure she'd suffered. Colors swam before the IceWing's eyes as her body was racked with pain and spasms of coughing, and she toppled over, her wings coming down to rest beside her like snowflakes floating gently to the ground.
Oh, snow.
How she wished she could have seen it again. Or Winter, for that matter. Oh well. Lynx knew he wouldn't be killed by this moon-damned plague, and that was all she could ask for at the time. She coughed again, seeing her own blood splatter the ground. Heat seemed to be consuming everything. It roared in her ears, but not like the familiar winds of the tundra. It pumped through her blood, but not like the adrenaline of a hunt.
Instead, it would bring her to her demise. Lynx heard claws clicking across the floor and tried to get up, but gravity shackled her down. She made the hissing noise of her Tribe, the one that warned of frostbreath, but a fit of coughs came instead.
A black-scaled foot came into view. Or was that just her vision going dark? Her head slumped to the ground, her spikes rustling tiredly. A worried face ducked down to meet her eyes, but she couldn't react. Each shuddering breath was shallower than the last. Each heartbeat shook her whole body. Lynx spotted the silver scales next to her visitor's eyes and recognized the dragon as Moonwatcher, Winter's friend. She could hear the muffled footsteps of more dragons coming in, and Moon's face left.
Pink claws passed, and so did gold, green, and black, but then white. Lynx couldn't really see anything at this point, and her heartbeat was almost gone, but she did see Winter's blue eyes look into hers, and felt herself smile a little bit. Darkness then clouded over the rest of her vision.
"Lynx..."
Ba-dump.
"I..."
Ba-dump.
"I'm sorry."
Ba-dump.
"Lynx?"
...
Part One: King of Traitors (coming tomorrow because I'm tired)
Category:Literature
Category:Wings of Fire
Category:Fanfictions
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