Escape (2)

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== PROLOUGE ==
3
years before the dragonets escaped…
“Slow down!”
Typhoon yelled ahead.
They paid no
attention to him. He was to useless to them. He had a much worse reputation
than the rest of them, making him less confident, so he was always in the rear
in battle formation. The SeaWing patrol was flying into SkyWing territory now,
and Typhoon didn’t necessarily want to be left behind for the SkyWings to come
and get him.                                                                                                                                                                        
Which didn’t
matter to them, so if they ended up in a battle, Typhoon seemed to be the best candidate to get clubbed on the head. And
end up in the SkyWing prison.
Of course,
the other SeaWings didn’t really notice him in formation, or anything for that matter, they just paid
attention to themselves. So by the time he noticed a SkyWing patrol headed
towards us, he wasn’t really excited for that.
“Guys! A
patrol of SkyWings are right on our tails!” Typhoon tried to yell pathetically.
But it was
too late. All at once, a SkyWing scorched his tail with its fire-breath.
He shrieked
with the sudden and immediate pain. Then, he was whacked in the head and
painfully hit the ground, unconscious. 
== CHAPTER 1| ==
Typhoon
awoke to find himself being flown over to a small, extremely steep precipice by
two SkyWing guards. His wings were bounded together by strange metal bands, to
the point where he could barely unfurl them. He was placed on the ledge and his
bands were connected to 4 sides, each of which there was another dragon and a
small ledge.
Three moons, so this is what it looks
like, he thought. He
had only heard legends about the Sky Kingdom’s prison, and how terrifying it
was. He had honestly expected worse. But the arena… that was the terrifying part.
On the first
talon, the arena wasn’t really all that bad. But then on the second talon, you
had to put into thought that Queen Scarlet’s arena champion, whom could burn
through flesh with her talons, was the horrible part. Most prisoners had no
choice but to fight in the arena, and if they won 5 times, they would be
offered freedom. After they kill the
champion.
The champion
was all the talk from the SeaWing spies. “She burnt right through his wing!” he remembered one of the spies screaming
after she’d seen a battle. Typhoon shuddered at the thought.
Typhoon
began to take in his surroundings. On all sides of him were towers of rock,
like where he was. On two sides were IceWings, one was calm and the other had a
huge gash over her snout up to his eye.
On another
side was a female SandWing, who seemed very depressed.
On the last
side there was a male SeaWing whom he didn’t recognize. The SeaWing was a dark,
yet vibrant shade of green, and looking at him.  Then he smiled, and Typhoon smiled back,
though he didn’t know why.
For the rest
of the day, Typhoon sat there, communicating with the words he knew in Aquatic
with the other SeaWing, or doing nothing. Once, though, he saw a battle in the
arena.
It was a
SeaWing, who Typhoon knew as Squalo, against a Sandwing. The arena announcer,
Vermilion, a red and yellow SkyWing, was there. There was an uproarious crowd
full of SkyWings, a few MudWings, and even fewer SandWings. The fight was
intense, but in the end, sadly, the SandWing won, after stabbing Squalo through
the skull.
Typhoon was
horrified. The image resided in his head for the rest of the day, and through
the night. At least it wasn’t the
champion, he thought thankfully.
The night
was cold. Typhoon had to huddle up with his wings over his body, yet still it
was extremely cold. His tail was also still hurt from the burns, so it took a
long time to go to sleep.
The next
day, it was time. Typhoon was sent to the arena.
“Rise and
shine, sleepyhead.” he heard someone call in a gruff voice. “Can’t wait all
day.”
Typhoon swung
his head around to see a SkyWing hovering just above him.
“Oh, yeh
up.” He said. “Come en, Falcon.”
“Coming!”
said a much younger and erratic SkyWing.
“Ungh.”
moaned Typhoon, still half asleep. He was warmer in the rising sun, and he
didn’t want to get up.
Falcon
landed on the platform. “Get uuuppppp.” She said, nudging him lightly with pity
creasing on her face
Fine. He
would get up.
Typhoon groaned
and slowly arose. The unnamed SkyWing undid the metal bands connecting him to
the other dragons.
Is he freeing me?
“Come ere.”
Said the SkyWing.
He lifted
his underbelly, and Falcon lifted the other side.
He noticed
the other SeaWing saying good luck in
Aquatic, he wondered why.
He was
carried over to an entrance in the arena.
Oh, he thought. Now
I understand. 
He was put
into a smaller cage, and his claws were weighted now with shackles.
Falcon gave
him a sad look. He liked her.
“Sorry,
SeaWing,” she said in a small voice “But Queen Scarlet is in need of
entertainment.” She walked away in silence.
Typhoon sat
there for a seeming eternity. It felt like eons before the SkyWings came back
for him.
Falcon still
had a sad face, but the other SkyWing was merciless, it seemed. “We don’t have
to again, do we, Hurricane?” Falcon said with a sniff.
“We alweys
heve and weh alweys will, until Scerlet… perises.”
Now Falcon was
even sadder, and looked horrified now.
Hurricane
undid Typhoon’s shackles, and stepped back into the building. So did Falcon.
Hurricane
closed a gate, and Typhoon was sure that was the end of him.
He walked
out into the arena, where there was a clamor of SkyWings and MudWings and
SandWings. Then, the announcer spoke.
“Welcome
everybody to today’s battle! Today we have the hated upon and bad-reputational,
Typhoon the SeaWing.”
Everyone
started to boo.
Three moons, they are rude. Wait, how
did they know that I have a bad reputation?
“And, we
have the battle-worn IceWing who has slipped through our grasp 1 too many
times- give it up for the battle commander Sabertooth!
The crowd
roared.
Great, looks like I’m unpopular here, thought Typhoon sadly and with a
sigh.
He noticed
that Sabertooth was the one next to him on the platforms, the one with the gash
on her snout.
Vermilion began
to count. “Claws up, Teeth ready! Fight in 5…4…3…”
But
Sabertooth was already rushing at Typhoon, with an evil glint in her eyes.
“You’re dead!” She screamed as she leaped to swipe his face.
Typhoon
attempted to roll away, but she caught him in her grip. She shrieked an evil
laugh and she cut his throat.
Typhoon
screamed in pain and thrashed out of the situation. He quickly got up and
attempted to swipe her face, but she dodged and breathed her frostbreath at
him.
Typhoon
quickly rolled under the range of her frostbreath and swiped at her face. This
time, he hit right where the gash was, and she backed up with a shriek of pain.
Maybe I’m not so useless after all, thought the SeaWing.
He backed
away, and he quickly flashed all of his stripes at once.
Sabertooth
gasped and backed away, while Typhoon took the opportunity to quickly retaliate
and slice her throat.
He jumped at
the IceWing with a sudden and random bout of fury ran over him. He cried and
struck Sabertooth with ferocity he’d never seen before. He rapidly swiped at
her throat.
Sabertooth
recovered quickly, and got to her feet and thrashed her tail towards him,
cutting his face
Typhoon
jumped in a rage, and tackled Sabertooth. Then, he slit her throat and her chest
and backed away.
The rest of
the time Sabertooth was thrashing and screaming in pain, and soon enough, the
screaming stopped, but not by the time Typhoon realized what he had just done.
“Surprised
as I am, and as you all are, this supposedly weak SeaWing just killed an
IceWing battle commander! Give it up for Typhoon the SeaWing!” Yelled the Arena
Announcer.
Everyone
cheered.
That he liked, but still, he was quite
damaged too, mentally and physically. He had been cut in the throat, bleeding
heavily. And he had a cut through the middle of his face.
Queen
Scarlet finally spoke up. “Thrilling! Absolutely thrilling! Well, SeaWing, we
will see you again soon for yet another blazing performance!
Typhoon was
happy to get commended, but he was still reeling from the fact he understood-
He just killed a dragon.
== CHAPTER 2| ==
Typhoon was
mentally scarred from that first battle. Although he soon slightly recovered,
never did he fully recover. He didn’t want to kill the IceWing, but he was in a
surprisingly strong stage of fury. He still didn’t know what hit him, or what
was to hit him.
For the next
few days, Typhoon healed. Falcon seldom came to see him, and when she did, they
talked for a while.
One
particular night, when all the other dragons were asleep, Falcon came to meet
Typhoon.
“You’re
fighting again tomorrow.” She said.
Typhoon
sighed. He was expecting that, but still was broken that he’d have to fight
again.
“I can free
you. I can help you out. I can get the…”
“No.”
Typhoon interrupted her. “You can’t, you’ll be executed in trial.”                                       
She sighed.
She knew that very well, Typhoon knew, and she was already in trouble for
meeting him, but she seemed to want to free Typhoon.
“Well,
you’re right. I’m just going to have to carry you down to the arena until…” she
paused.
“I know.”
Typhoon said.
They looked
up, eyes meeting.
“Look, I’ll
see you tomorrow.” Said Falcon with a sad sniffle.
“Yeah.” said
Typhoon as she flew away.
The next day
Falcon and Hurricane came back, and awoke him and lifted him up. But the entire
time, Falcon looked about ready to breathe all the fire out of her. She looked
extremely saddened and horrified.
After
Typhoon had been shackled up again, and Falcon stayed and talked for a while.
“You’ll win
this fight too, right?” she asked, a hint of sadness in her voice.
“No, not at
all.” He said, surprised to have a smile creeping up his face.
“Oh, come
on. For all the moons, be serious!” She said.
Yep, Typhoon
definitely liked her.
“Oh, do you
know who I’m up against?” Asked Typhoon, just remembering to ask that question.
“Yes, a
SandWing named Cobra. The one who killed Squalo? The strategic mastermind who
most definitely is a mini Blister? That’s her.”
I barked a
laugh. “Great, me vs a mini Blister. Let’s see who wins, and maybe if I escape,
I’ll be able to overthrow Blister.”
Typhoon and
Falcon joked around for another minute or so, but Falcon was forced to leave by
Hurricane, whom he found out was her father.
Finally,
much later, Falcon came back with Hurricane to unbind Typhoon.
Falcon still
looked sad, and when she was done undoing Typhoon’s shackles, she flew off,
sobbing.
Poor little dragon, Thought Typhoon.
He was ready
to fight, but at the same time, Cobra was a formidable opponent.
He had
watched the battle between Squalo and Cobra- and Cobra won. But that was bad
because Squalo had been his battle commander at the time and…
Oh, realized Typhoon. I just killed one.
Vermilion
was ready. “Today, we have two folks with a name inscribed in the arena.
Welcome the weakling, Typhoon!”
People
cheered.
Yaaaay. I’m famous, but in a bad way.
“And on the
opposite side of the moon, we have the strategic mastermind, Cobra!”
More people
cheered.
“Claws up,
Teeth ready. You two will fight to the death in 5…4…3…2...1… BEGIN!” he roared.
Cobra stood
there, her body and eyes frozen like ice.
How amazingly strategic, He thought with mockery.
Typhoon
rushed Cobra in a rage again, but when he did, Cobra began to smirk as he
rushed towards her.
When he got
there he struck out with his claw, yet missed Cobra. He faltered for an
instant, which Cobra took as an opportunity to swipe at the back of his head.
Typhoon cried in pain, yet rushed again and again, with the same output each
time. By the time he had rushed for the third time, he was heavily weakened.
So I guess she is a very strategic
player, Typhoon
thought.
He had to
get his head in the game or he would most defiently die.
You’re not the only one who can play
this game, SandWing,
Typhoon thought with a smirk, and he stood just as still as Cobra, staring at
her.
The two
fighters stood there for a long time,
maybe fifteen minutes. The crowd began to boo, and by minute fifteen, Queen
Scarlet was driven nearly mad.
“Ok. If you
two don’t do something soon, I’m
sending in the champion to kill you.”
That scared the life out of Typhoon. If he
had to do that, he wouldn’t live long.
While
Typhoon was distracted on the thought, Cobra rushed him, and attempted to stab
him. She failed, and Typhoon dodged the attack, quickly attacking Cobra’s
throat.
Typhoon was
able to slice a thin cut across the SandWing’s throat, and she roared in pain.
She seemed more liable to rush now, and she did, failing each time.
Finally,
Typhoon cut Cobra’s throat open, and she screamed with pain, a thin fountain of
blood spurting out. Typhoon rushed her, and punctured her heart, killing the
SandWing.
“Wow.”
Vermilion remarked. “The losing SeaWing made a surprising comeback against the
strategic Cobra. Give it up for him!”
The crowd
roared, but what struck his fancy the most was seeing Falcon, sitting on his
tower, smiling her oversized smile.
Falcon met
Typhoon later that day after he was healed a little. “Hi.” She uttered in a
soft voice.
“Hi.”
Typhoon said back.
“Nice fight
today. I thought you were going to die like Squalo until you put that sly beast
into her misery.”
Typhoon
barked a delighted laugh. “Me too.”
“You need to
stop scaring me and then making a dramatic comeback.” Falcon said.
“Eh, I like
the horrified look on your face.” Typhoon joked.
“Hey, I do not make a horrified look,” Falcon
protested. “Do I?”
“Ha, no, but
you always look sad when I go.” Typhoon said.
“Well,
getting to the point, we need to get you out of here.” Falcon whispered.
Typhoon’s
eyes widened.
“But not
with brute force,” Falcon said. “We need a good plan to escape unseen.”
“How will we
do that?” asked Typhoon.
“Look,
you’re fighting again, and soon. I don’t want you to die, so please listen and
make a good plan. I’m not a very good plan-maker.” Falcon pointed out.
Typhoon
thought for a moment. “Look, come back tomorrow, I’ll stay up all night
thinking. Ok?”
Falcon
nodded, and flew away into the distance.
Typhoon had
to think.
The next
morning, Typhoon was up and ready, plan and all.
Falcon came
early in the morning, and her eyes were wide with curiosity. “So?”
“I’ve got a
plan. As hard as it sounds, of course, it involves us waiting for a while.”
Falcon gave
Typhoon a cross look. “Well, what is it?”
Typhoon
waited until later that day to let the plan go into action.
“Ready?”
Falcon whispered with nervousness. “What if it doesn’t work?”
We’ll be fine, Typhoon thought, but he just gave her
a shrug.
A battle
would happen soon. And soon, he would be free.
Falcon flew
off, and a few minutes later came back and gave everybody around Typhoon rocks,
and she gave Typhoon a few.
Typhoon was
as anxious as Falcon, now that he thought of it.
Very late at
night, a battle commenced. There weren’t nearly as many people there as there
were during the day, but there were still quite a few.
“Tonight, my
few friends,” Vermillion began. “We have two brand new contestants today…”
Typhoon wasn’t
listening. He was mostly focused on the two dragons below him. The SeaWing from earlier flashed a few exasperated words in Aquatic, and then it was time.
Typhoon and the others watched the fight happen for a little, but then they began to throw
their rocks in an attempt to hit one of the prisoners.
They successfully
hit one of them, after the SandWing threw one rock, and it hit a SeaWing
Typhoon knew as Seaweed right in the head. Typhoon and the other SeaWing
flinched, and the SandWing’s eyes widened, as if she never meant to hit him.
Queen Scarlet
looked down at the prisoner, who had fainted and was rapidly being torn apart
by the other contender, and then to the group of people who had thrown the
rocks, with an extremely angry face. “GUARDS!” She roared. “Get those
prisoners,wow glitch mania and get Falcon. Tell her to come to me.”
The guards
came up to get all of the prisoners who had thrown rocks, and they did. They
seemed to know exactly who had thrown them, but that wasn’t even the edge of
the problem. The problem was that the prisoners were being taken somewhere, and
Falcon was in trouble.
== CHAPTER 3| ==
very glitchy. ill get chapter 3 done soon, and ps, it is going to bee intense. :)
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