Wings of Fire: Faking It (Wolf)

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== PROLOGUE: The Kingdom ==
(Will update later so WIP)
= PART ONE: The Nighttime =
I staggered along the mountain range, my heart pounding as I pushed the memories of—Don’t think it, don’t say it—farther to the back of my mind. Thunder crashed off in the distance, lightning flashing across the darkened clouds. Rain soaked my wings and my tail dragged heavily behind her. The rock was wet and slick with water, tossing me every which way. Finally, I spotted the SkyWing. The dragon’s claws gripped the stone, wings blowing wildly behind her. I thrusted myself forward and tucked my wings over my head. I trudged along the stone and made it to the top.
”Wolf! What the heck took you so long?” Said the dragon, pulling me up the mountain.
I sighed, shaking my head. “I’ll tell you when we get into the cave.” 
== 1–Dark Dreams ==
Wolf ran.
She ran and ran and ran across the endless, stone plateau 
However far she had gone, and whenever she thought she might be safe, that feeling—that awful, haunting feeling—would creep up on her, scaring her into running again.
She came to a halt at the silhouette of a pitch black NightWing.
The feeling hadn’t enveloped her, but she could feel it gently tugging on her tail. “Who are you?” She asked the NightWing, only for it to stare her blankly in the face before answering. “That’s for you to figure out.” Said the stranger.
“Where am I?” She hissed again. She stomped her foot in the ground, trying to shake off the feeling.
“You’re in you.”
“What?” 
“Or your secrets, at least,” they said with a shrug. “Do ya wanna leave?”
Wolf nodded eagerly, wanting to get rid of the awful feeling following her around. 
The strange NightWing laughed maliciously. “You can’t, idiot!” They said. “Your stuck, until you freaking fix it.”
Wolf turned away. Everybody laughed at her. This was no different, but she still didn’t like it. “What do I have to fix? I’m perfect.”
“This place,” they spat at her, waving their wings wide at the dark, dreary valley of stone. “Says otherwise.” 
“Are you…sure?” She said, her voice quivering. 
The NightWing rolled its eyes—well, Wolf got the sort of vibe that it was rolling it’s eyes, since it was just a pitch dark silhouette. “FINE. BUT YOU WILL COME BACK HERE.”
WIP
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