The Rising Torrents

== ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☽ { the rising torrents } ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆* ==
=== ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☽ { a wings of fire fanfiction by dragonspirestudios } ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆* ===
== ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☽ { the sharp regions } ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆* ==
=== ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☽ { torrent island } ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆* ===
* home to the TorrentWings
* a small island made up of jagged black rocks, surrounded by a choppy, stormy sea
* an inhospitable location, formerly unused until the TorrentWings were driven there by the CliffWings
* only ever before used for TornWings, now extinct due to being unable to survive in the wet, sharp rocks
=== ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☽ { dripstone caves } ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆* ===
* home to the CaveWings
* a deep cave network in the side of the Abyssal Cliffs
* full of stone pillars and sharp spires of rock
* damp, with frequent puddles and drips
=== ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☽ { abyssal cliffs } ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆* ===
* home to the CliffWings
* dark, exposed cliffs
* pounded relentlessly by rain
* overlooking the Raging Sea
== ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☽ { the first ~ we're alone } ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆* ==
This chapter is the first.
We are alone.
Two dragons, Indigo and Ash.
a l o n e
We are shifting over the rocks, flapping our wings fruitlessly against the roaring winds.
a l o n e 
That's what I've been since the CliffWings attacked.
I think that calling the Sharp Regions safe would be an overstatement, even before Queen Aconcagua.
But it wasn't exactly dangerous, I guess.
Probably because Torrent Island was just a clump of rocks in the Raging Sea, not the camp of the TorrentWings. We were the most intimidating, strong tribe. And of course the calculating, jealous CliffWings didn't like that. 
History lesson later, though. I'd rather not die, if you don't mind.
Good God, I'm going to miss. I know it as soon as I launch myself off the slippery, sharp, dark gray-brown rock that looks black in the dim, rumbling eye of the Neverstorm, the eternal storm over the Sharp Region. It turns our skies dark gray-blue and shatters our scales with fiesty, cold downpour. I think Ash knows I'm going to fall just as well as I do, because his silver eyes widen, his light gray scales shining in the rain, his dark gray speckles that cover his talons, back and wings shaking. He stretches out his webbed claws, reaching for me, but it's too late.
I fall deep into the depths of the Raging Sea, my ears pounding as the waves slam up against the rock I stood upon moments ago, dousing it. Ash leaps over from his rock to the sharp, soaking spire that pierces the cruel water. His silver eyes scan the water and hover over my sinking shape. I thrash, pushing upwards with my indigo-gray wings, tears bleeding from my eyes into the ocean around me. My lungs are pulsing and pumping as they try to clutch what little air remains in my scaled chest.
"Indigo?" I hear Ash's garbled voice and I reach up my talon, my claws turned towards the quick-fading light.
His talons penetrate the water and his claws scrape mine, hooking into each other. He slowly drags me up as I pump my legs.
I burst to the surface, gasping for air as I clamber onto one rock spire, clutching it with my claws. Ash fixes me in his sweet, concerned gaze.
"Indigo, are you okay?" He rasps, looking at me nervously.
"Maybe?" I cling onto the rock, and for a moment, the clouds shift, exposing the bright moon. I revel in its light, Ash frozen and silent on a different rock. And then- just like that- gone. Done. Vanished. My head drops.
"Is that... what they call... moon?" Ash whispers. "It glows."
"I think it is," I murmur. "It's incredible."
"So it's night."
"I suppose so, yes, if the moon is prominent at night."
"How depressing is that? It's hard to tell what time of day it is, it's always so dark."
I snort. “Don’t be silly, Ash, that’s how it’s always been.”
Ash shrugs. “Not according to Dovetail. And Repose, for that matter.”
I look at him sideways. “Dovetail and Repose have… you know… lost their minds. Everyone knows that, Ash.”
Ash raises his snout. “You’re just saying that because they’re old.”
I’m exasperated. He’s only a few moon-cycles younger than me- still six dragon years, like I am- but sometimes he acts like he’s a newhatched! To be fair, sometimes he’s even wiser than Queen Pebble herself. But still.
“Ash. They’re 1,007 dragon years. That’s ancient! It’s a miracle they’re alive. They can’t be sane.”
Ash rolls his eyes. "And you're an expert on this, I presume?"
I sniff. "More than you, clearl-"
Ash is frozen, staring into the the distance.
"What?" I snap, and turn. There rises a massive wave.
"We are so screwed," whispers Ash.
I pump my wings hard and manage to get a few feet in the air, but TorrentWings aren't built to fly. I flap clumsily towards the cliff.
And then the wave hits.
== ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☽ { the second ~ i'm lost } ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆* ==