Dragon Competition: The Challenges

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Blizzard
It looked like a normal day outside, but it wasn't. Today was the day that all the tribes in Pyrrhia and Pantala met together and all the tribes competed against one another. Today was the day that Blizzard had to compete. Blizzard was representing the IceWings in the competition, and she was scared. Her thoughts were clouded with the horrible thoughts of her letting her tribe down. IceWing's had won 2 years straight and they weren't going to let that streak get ruined. as Blizzard awoke from her slumber, she heard a swooshing noise. The Pantalian dragons were arriving. The competition was held on the border of the SandWing and IceWing kingdoms. Blizzard stretched and pulled herself out of bed. She shivered nervously, then flew out her open window. Blizzard landed next to a rather bedraggled looking IceWing. They looked like they had just pulled themselves out of a massive glacier. And to add, they had gotten their face messed up while doing so. The IceWing looked up and spotted Blizzard, realized that he was not in the viewers spot, and shuffled to sit in the back of a big rock, carved into seat shapes. Blizzard watched as many different dragons swarmed around her, many going to the seats to watch. Blizzard drew in a deep breath as the announcer started to speak. 
Pipevine
Pipevine could not believe that she was here. Standing in the circle of dragons from different tribes, the ones waiting to compete. She looked around. Pipevine was just about to ask a NightWing when the competition would start, when the announcer started talking. "Quiet all," He said rather loudly. "Thank you," He said when everyone calmed down. "You are all here today because of the Great Games. Firstly, before we start I must explain our rules." Everyone groaned. The dragon announcing (He was a SandWing) rolled his eyes. "Anyways, as you may already know I am Quicksand. But we must get onto the rules. There are 4 rules for this competition," Quicksand said with great enthusiasm. Tart jumped excitedly. "The first rule is, no using Animus magic, firescales, mind reading, future reading, etc. The next rule is no more than one dragon representing each tribe. Third rule is no throwing thing at other dragons even if you dislike there tribe or them. Last rule is no tripping, whether your flying or walking or running etc. Got it?" Everyone nodded their heads. "Ok, before we begin I must tell you who everyone here is. We will start with Starcatcher, she is a NightWing, Blizzard, she is an IceWing, Tumbleweed, he is a SandWing, Watermelon, he is a RainWing, Heat, he is a SkyWing, Oyster, she is a SeaWing, Antelope, she is a MudWing, Pulp, he is a LeafWing, Pipevine, she is a SilkWing, and lastly Mosquito, he is a HiveWing. Moving on to our competition, our first challenge is..." 
Mosquito 
Mosquito didn't exactly want to be here, standing in the circle of competitors. He would much rather be watching the competition from the crowd. Every year he usually watched, and then went home, and then had a normal day afterwards. But the HiveWings had picked him to represent their tribe. He wasn't sure why. Mosquito had already decided that either the IceWing would win or the SkyWing. The announcer (Quicksand according to him) was talking again so Mosquito listened closely. "Our first challenge is tight-rope walking," The crowd gasped. Tight-rope walking was rarely ever used. And it was hard. Pretty much every dragon around Mosquito gasped, their mouths gaped open. "Anyways 11 thin ropes have been placed over this cliff, each of you will pick your rope and attempt to walk across it. If you fall, you are out. If you make it across first you will win, and score a point for your team. Don't worry if you fall strong nets will make sure that you don't fall to your death," Quicksand said. Mosquito glanced at the nets, they looked thin and flimsy, and he didn't think that they could support the weight of any dragons here. The gaps in the net were also pretty wide, many dragons could easily slide through that, including him. "Ok, line on up," Quicksand shouted. Everyone competing stood next to a rope. "GO!" Quicksand yelled. All the dragons scrambled across the net. Watermelon was ahead of everyone. Probably because he hung on trees and climbed them, Mosquito thought bitterly. An alarm went off when Antelope fell onto the net. Surprisingly the net held her up, but unfortunately she was out. Another alarm blared when Watermelon made it to the end, panting hard. Every other dragon managed to make it, expect for poor Antelope. Watermelon was smiling and jumping up and down. "Ok, now that that's over..." Quicksand said looking over at Antelope. "We can see our scores from our first round. Watermelon made it to the end first so he wins a point. RainWings are in the lead with 1 point. Now moving on, our next competition is..." 
Blizzard 
Blizzard felt disgusted. A RainWing winning! She really hoped that the next competition would be something that she could do. Blizzard was terrified of heights and really hated that challenge. Quicksand was speaking so she listened. "Our next competiton is eating competition. The rules are simple, first one to finish the meal etc in front of you wins. Don't worry all of the food is accustomed to your taste." Quicksand nodded his head towards some plates with appetizing food on it. Blizzard wasn't even hungry. She had breakfast before she left and the eating competition seemed a bit too early for her liking. "Now, each plate has your name on it, so go find it and when I shout go, you may start," Quicksand instructed. Blizzard carefully walked over to her plate. A neatly chopped seal was laying there. Blizzard loved seals (When they were dead) Blizzard felt hungry all of a sudden. She eagerly waited for Quicksand to tell them to go. "GO!" Quicksand yelled loudly. Blizzard started eating. She wolfed her food down, and when it was all done she sat back down, and raised her talon, informing Quicksand that she was done. When everyone was finished Quicksand announced the winner. Blizzard was pretty sure that she had won. No one else here looked like they had even eaten quickly. "The winner for this round is... Blizzard!" Blizzard shouted YES! in her head. She bowed her head gratefully then took to smiling at the IceWings looking at her. "Currently the score is 1 for the RainWings and the IceWings. The rest of the tribes are at 0. No one was ejected in this round, so we will continue on to our next round, which will be..."
Pipevine
Pipevine was a little upset of how that RainWing won the first challenge, and how the IceWing won the next. She partly blamed the chefs for making her honey drops have no honey in them! Its called Honey drops. Anyways, she was ready for the next challenge, even if she lost... again. Pipevine wasn't that competitive, but every once in a while it felt good to win something. Quicksand started talking so Pipevine stopped her train of thoughts. "Which will be a balancing competition!" Pipevine had to keep from jumping up and down. She was amazing at balancing on anything! "The basic idea of it, is to try to stay on this pole," Quicksand pointed to 11 skinny poles. "And try to balance on them for as long as you can. With one back talon lifted." Pipevine was so excited. "Also, the last dragon standing wins. The first dragon to fall off the pole is out. Got it?" Quicksand asked. "Yep" The crowd shouted. "3... 2.... 1... GO!" All the dragons ran to clamber up onto their pole. Almost as soon as they went up there, Heat fell off. "OUT!" Quicksand shouted. Heat glumly walked off. The IceWing, HiveWing, LeafWing and everyone else fell off about 2 seconds after one another. Well every dragon fell except Pipevine. "We have a winner!" Quicksand yelled. Pipevine beamed a big smile. "Congrats! Now lets look at the points. RainWings, IceWings and now SilkWings all have 1 point. Now, we can't take that long announcing points and stuff so next challenge is..." 
Mosquito 
Mosquito really wanted to go home. This was too much for him. He didn't really care if he won or not. As long as the HiveWing's on Pantala didn't tease him. "Next challenge is singing," Quicksand said. Mosquito's heart sunk. There was no way he was going to win this one. He was a horrible singer. He screeched more than he sang. "You will all be asked to sing the lyrics of 'Twinkle, Twinkle little star'" Quicksand said. Mosquito's heart fell down to his guts. He couldn't sing. Especially that song! "Go on up to you microphone and we will call your name and then you can, um start singing!" Quicksand said, trying to act like he said this everyday. Mosquito dragged his legs up to his microphone. "When I all your name you can start. The rules for this challenge is pretty easy, all you have to do is try to sing the song as well as you can. But if you sing it horrible then you will lose and be eliminated. Now we will start. We will start with our last winner Pipevine," Quicksand instructed. Pipevine seemed to sing the song perfectly. All too soon, Mosquito was called up. Quicksand whispered something in his ear. Quicksand gulped. The SandWing had just told him that dragons had started complaining since 'they never changed the song'. He had asked Mosquito to sing any song other than Twinkle, Twinkle little star. As he stepped up to the stand, everyone was looking at him. When he opened his mouth to start singing everyone was looking at him. When he started singing, everyone started laughing. When he stopped, he saw that everyone was shouting at him. "Well. Um. That was. Interesting." Mosquito struggled for words. "Well. Uh. I think our winner might be, well um well uhhh," Mosquito turned to the crowd, blushing. "Well I think. Well. You guys should um vote. So what do you guys say? "The NightWing!" Someone shouted. "The SilkWing" Someone else shouted. About a million suggestions were made and none of them were Mosquito. He had a bad feeling about what his fate would be. "Ok after all that deciding," Quicksand seemed to have regained his voice. "Pipevine has won for her second time in a row, and it seems that Mosquito had been eliminated." Mosquito's wings drooped. Well he had gotten farther than he thought he would. As he glumly slumped away he heard Quicksand whispered, "Thank the three moons" 
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