Wings of Fire Mythology (Buffalo Wings)

== Dragon Gods and Goddesses in These Stories ==
Starmaker: Starmaker is a female NightWing. Her tears and talons created the masterpiece in the sky that we call the moons and stars. Her naming was what inspired the names of NightWing that are so different from other tribes. Before she created the night sky, the Night dragons had no stars under their wings. NightWings were less advanced in flying and were often picked off by other creatures because of this, making them the rarest dragons of the all the tribes. After the stars and moons were created, and after they got star under their wings, the stars gave them more power and better ability to fly. After Star died, she stayed in the sky with her paintbrush and painted the constellations. Starmaker was only 2 years old when she changed the world, showing other dragons that they don’t have to be old or big to make a difference. 
== The Legend of Starmaker ==
I made this story about 1 or 2 years ago from a dream. Not all of it, of course, but a lot was from that dream. I’m actually proud of my writing for once, and I hope you enjoy ;)
NOTE!: THIS TAKES PLACE BEFORE THE SCORCHING, WHEN THERE WAS NO DRAGON TRIBES AND TYPES HAD NO NAMES. IN THIS STORY, NIGHTWINGS HAD NO STARS AND NEITHER DID THE NIGHT SKY
Part One
A large aquamarine dragon, trailed by small red, pale yellow, and brown dragonets, walked though a glade surrounded by big oak, maple, and pine trees. Her thick tail left a trail though the leaves, giving the young dragons a place where their feet, which were too big for their bodies, wouldn’t get tangled by roots and weeds. The dragoness turned around to face the little ones. Her green eyes scraped over them, landing on the one who intrigued them all. The rarest of rarest and youngest of them all. A black dragon, a tiny female who had been found in the woods, tucked away in the hollowed our trunk of a tree. Her dark purple eyes were scared, like she was expecting one of the scavengers to come and attack her with its sharp claw. She never talked, and ducked her head under pitch black wings when someone did. The dragoness was here to teach them. Only flying. That was it .Then, they were on their own. “Here,” she said “is where you will learn.” She shook out her wings and pointed to each individual part. “Here is the wing membrane,” she instructed “it will catch the air below you and allow you to fly. The wing ‘fingers’ attach the membrane together.” One of the big winged red dragonets raised an arm. “Why do the wing fingrers matter?” The dragoness sighed. This one wasn’t very bright. “They connect the membranes together.... Now! Let try to fly.” She flapped her shining wings and the dragonets cooed admirably. She watched the dragonets flap around hopelessly, but soon one of the big winged dragons flew into the air. His neck strained as he reached his talons toward the endless blue sky. His wings failed, and he plummeted toward the ground, letting out a yell. The black dragon gasped and jerked up her head. She jumped toward the sunset orange dragon and caught him just before he hit the ground, her chin smashing into the crumbly ground and her body followed. As she got up, the other dragonets chucked, then one started laughing, and then the entire troop of tiny voices was laughing uproariously. The little black dragon had her eyes wide and innocent, her wing pulled back, and her tail curled up beside her back talons. Her jawline had a long scratch across it, and her snout was scrunched up as she tried not to cry. Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she pulled a wing over her face to cover it.
“Ha,” One of the sandy colored dragons said “She’s crying!” She taunted. Clear tears caught the sunlight as they fell with a tiny splash on the ground. The blue dragon would not allow weakness in this learning session. She urged the others on, and soon they were all flying. Afterward, the black dragon came crawling over, her face still wet. She tried flapping her little wings, but they seemed too small for her, and she flopped down on the grass. She looked up at the blue dragon. She looked back down at her with cold eyes, gathered her dragonets, and flew off, leaving the smallest, rarest, meekest dragonet to the paws, teeth and claws of wild animals.
Part Two
The black dragon watched as the blue one flapped away. She whimpered slightly. As she walked along the forest floor, scuffing up dirt, she heard a rustle in the woods. Little paws hit the ground, and within seconds, a dirty, thin grey wolf came running toward her, and, taking no notice of the fact that she was a dragon, hid behind her tail. Seven other wolves, all with lustrous pelts and round bellies, came in hot pursuit. They fanned out in a line, snarling viciously, with drool dripping off their long fangs. She felt the dirty wolf shiver behind her. She took a step toward the pack. They didn’t move. Stupid animals, always leaving others behind! I’ll teach them something! Without warning, she pounced at the pack of wolves, knocking them aside. They yelped when her claws cut them, and made muffled ‘oof’ sounds when they were whacked with her tail. When she backed away, they all ran off. She checked behind her. The other wolf was cowering, his tail tucked and he was panting anxiously. She reached out and patted the wolf’s head, feeling tremors run through her talons from him. She shoved him, urging him to go, and eventually, he left. The little dragon tried flapping some more, but to no avail. The sun would be setting soon. It would be almost totally dark. The black dragon knew the dangers of night. Large jaguars that had claws as big as her talons, and twice as long, fat snakes, and blood sucking mosquitoes. She shuddered as she imagined someone finding her body, white and bloodless. Or torn into shreds by vicious claws. Or with black curls of poison, with shriveled up scales and two fang marks planted in her ankle. She tried flying desperately, but nothing would work, and she felt more alone than ever. She blinked back tears as the sun set and darkness slowly rose over the horizon. The dirt turned from brown to black. The sky was as black as a sand dragons’ eyes. A tear fell. It dripped into the soft dirt. Another. One more. Tiny silvery tears. Wait. Silver? How? It was pitch black, nothing was…. Oh. There it was. The light had come from dots of white in the black sky. Where had those come from? She looked down, and the black dirt had matching patterns, three spots of the most beautiful light the dragonet had ever seen. She poked the dirt and looked up. A tiny, tiny dot of yellowy-white. She tapped her claws in a rhythmic motion along the dirt, and four dots appeared. A joy like no other slowly spread through the tiny dragon. She poked her claws in random spots along the leafy ground. She could see her way now. She flapped up in happiness. Up! It was wonderful! She didn’t know how, now she could fly, and the sky looked pockmarked with little pieces of the sun. She could see other dragons, flying about, looking surprised. She swooped down. “It’s amazing!” She yelled at the nearest one. It turned around and the dragonet realized it was the blue dragon who had taught them flying. The adult dragon had a look of pure shock on her face. “You- your wings! They’re amazing!”
What? She looked down, and little specks of light were spattered across the underside of her wings. They shined with the same brightness of the night sky. The dragons below her took no notice of her. The blue dragon smiled. The warmth of that sign of affection filled the dragonet, and she shuddered at the strangeness. The blue dragon called a loud “KHO!” sound to call the attention of the others flying. They swooped back and swarmed around. She grabbed the black dragonets ankle and pumped it in the air. “This,” she yelled, “is the creator of this masterpiece in our sky. We wish to name her Starmaker. Let her name be passed down through the ages.” A small tear plunked down Starmakers cheek and onto the ground below. A star shined to her north, the brightest one in the sky. Starmaker let out a little sob. She didn’t think she would be important, let alone create the light in the night sky. “I think, maybe, we shouldn’t leave others behind. Maybe, we should group together.” Several confused sounds came from the group.
“But, most of us don’t get along. How?” Said one of the whiter dragons in the crowd.
Starmaker thought. How would they do that. There were so many different dragons. But, nonetheless, some were the same type. They would band together. That’s what would happen.
“We will create groups based on our own types of dragons. We won’t leave others behind.”
Starmaker looked at the group. They were looking at each other thoughtfully. They were satisfied. In her. Her name would ring throughout history. Starmaker.
Part Three
Starmaker watched as her group walked, flew and busied around in their daily routine. She was seventeen now, almost fifteen years after the creation of the stars. She had three daughters. They had the amazing stars under the wings, too. Starmaker was thrown out of her watching by claws snatching her tail. She whipped around with a growl.
“I wanna be the leader, mother.” said Whisper, Star’s oldest daughter. “Why?”
“You’ve been it for too long, mother.” Whisper's second sister complained.
“Yeah!” said the youngest. Whisper turned on her with a growl. “You're barely two years old! I’m nine.”
“Fine, Whisper. Fight me and win to be the leader then.”
Whisper lunged at her with unprecedented speed and snatched her mother's wing. She pinned it behind her back. Star let out a strangled growl. Her daughter wrapped her arms around her neck. Star felt her body stiffen, her eyes widened and her breath being cut off by strong arms. She lifted her tail and smacked her child across the snout. Whisper let out a furious roar and her arm flew to Star's stomach. Star flapped away quickly. She congratulated herself on quick speed away from her daughter's deadly blow. But then she felt the pain. And her heart filled with dread and fear and the things in between as she saw what was done. She fell to the ground. Whisper walked over with a cruel smile on her face. “I win, mother. You lose. I am the leader.”
“O...k…” she breathed out. Or did she? Her mind was in pain. Star lifted her head a fraction of what she could have before. “I still love you, Whisper.”
She recalled, 15 years ago, when she was terrified that deadly animals would kill her. Now, she wished her pain would leave. Whisper suddenly realized what happened. “No! Oh mother! I-”
But Star didn't hear the rest. She put her talon to Whisper's mouth, and then let herself go.
Epilogue
Starflight restes his tiny head on his front talons. It was his and the rest of the dragnets 2nd hatching day, and the guardians weren’t being horrid. Webs had a small smile on his face, and an old crinkled scroll was in his webbed green talons. Starflight didn’t recognize that one. Webs ushered the dragonets over. “Ok” he said, “this is a present for each of you.” He unrolled the yellowed scroll. “Unlike most of our scrolls, this one is a legend. A legend of the stars...
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