Eye of the Hurricane

== Prologue ==
He promised he'd come. He told me he would. Aquamarine paced her cell nervously, occasionally stopping to poke her head through the bars. 
"Still looking for that guard?" the Sandwing in the cell across from her said, a sly smirk spreading across her face. She ignored him, instead glancing down the hallway, hoping to catch a glimpse of carmine scales. Instead, she saw a different guard, a dark orange Skywing with a barbed spear. Oh, no. They've come. She thought, retreating to the back of her cell. Maybe he's come for the Sandwing. But no, the guard stopped at her cell, yanking the door open with a clang. 
"Come with me," was all the guard said, gesturing. Slowly, she stepped out, following the imposing Skywing down the corridor. At the end of the hallway was a large, barred gate, through which she could see led to an arena. The arena. She stepped out into the heat, her cornflower-blue scales in stark contrast against the sand. The air smelled like death. Death and suffering. On the opposite side stood an Icewing with pale grey scales and a gash down his side. The bright red dragon standing above them cleared his throat. 
"After three wins, I give you — Glaze of the IceWings! And in this corner, we have a new fighter! I present to you … Aquamarine of the Seawings! Claws up, teeth ready! Fight!" The Icewing across from her immediately sprang into action, leaping towards her with dagger-sharp claws. She growled, jumping out of the way just in time. As the Icewing-Glaze-spun around to face her again, she swiped at the ice dragon's neck. She almost missed but managed to draw pinpricks of blood, the strange dark blue color spilling down Glaze's neck. The Icewing let out a roar and charged towards her. Aquamarine tried to dodge again but Glaze latched onto her back, serrated claws digging into her scales. She spun around, trying to shake him off but to no avail. The Icewing dug his claws in deeper, driving her into the sand. 
This is it. I'm going to die. As the world around her started to fade away, she glanced up at the crowd eagerly watching the fight. Falcon... Please take care of her.
== Chapter One ==
The darkness was her sanctuary. There, she could forget the blood and misery around her. There, the screams of dying dragons didn't echo in her mind. But it all came to an end eventually. 
"General Tempest! The Icewings! They're-they're-" Tempest snapped to attention and turned towards the garnet-red Skywing poking her head through the tent flap. 
"They're what?!" She snapped, striding towards the soldier. 
"They ambushed a patrol of Mudwings, General! Th-the Mudwing who came told us they needed help!" Tempest's eyes widened. Fen! She thought. She pushed past the Skywing, grabbing her spear on the way, and stepped out into the moonlight. The rest of the camp was still sleeping soundly, oblivious to the danger. It would take too long to wake them up and prepare them. I can do this myself. She thought, turning back to the Skywing. 
"What's your name, soldier?" She asked. 
"Uh-I'm Tanager." the Skywing replied. Tempest nodded. 
"Tanager, wake up the others and get them ready. Tell them I left you in charge." Tanager earnestly nodded and darted away. She could hear the young dragon's voice ringing through the camp. Satisfied, Tempest spread her wings and soared into the night. The Mudwing camp was a few wingbeats away, and from her vantage point, she could see the flashing of silver scales. Icewings. She thought, letting out a low growl. Tempest swooped down to the camp, spear clutched tightly in her talons. What she saw was a nightmare. Bodies littered the ground, both Icewing and Mudwing alike. The battle was still at its peak, the sounds of battle roaring in her ears. 
A flash of silver caught Tempest's eye and she spun around midair to see a silvery white Icewing diving towards her. She growled, thrusting forward her spear just in time to catch the Icewing in the throat. The silver dragon's eyes went wide as they flicked down to the gaping wound before she fell to the ground, wings crumpling as they hit the mud. Tempest stared at the dead dragon's body for a moment, then to the spear she was holding. Blue Icewing blood dripped from the end. It was just another Icewing, she thought. But she knew that dragon's face would join the others in her head, torturing her with their blood and screams. 
"General Tempest?" She spun around yet again, spear ready, but the dragon before her was not an Icewing, he was a Mudwing, with hickory-nut brown scales and several nasty scratches. 
"Yes?" she said, tilting her head. The Mudwing was in quite a panic. 
"General Tempest! Thank the moons you're here! General Fen was captured and the army in shambles! We need you!" The Mudwing cried. The Icewings are coming with reinforce~ he started, but his voice faded away. Fen. What if-no, they couldn't of. 
"The Skywing army is coming with reinforcements." she said, struggling to keep her voice calm. "Just keep fighting. I need to find Fe-I mean, General Fen." the Mudwing nodded and flapped away with noisy wingbeats. I need to find her. Before they take her away forever. Tempest thought. They couldn't have made it too far yet. She rose into the dark sky, sharp eyes scanning the ground below. There! Her eyes caught on a flash of silver, right by the nearby range of mountains. I can still catch up to them, if I fly fast enough. 
More flying in soon
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