Buzzard Story(pending title)

Ch 1
Buzzard walked down the hallway, history homework tucked under his wing. He made his way through the crowd of dragons in the entrance cave and turned right into the hall containing the classrooms. There were already quite a few dragons in the classroom when he arrived. He walked up to the history teacher and handed in the assignment. 
“Thank you,” said Professor Webs.
Buzzard sat down next to a SandWing and SeaWing he didn’t know the names of. Webs took his place in front of the class and began a monologue about the first ten years after the Scorching. Buzzard groaned inwardly. When the class ended, Webs gave everyone their graded assignments, as well as their new ones. Buzzard gathered his things and walked up to Webs. 
“Good job,” Webs said as he handed Buzzard his work.
Buzzard looked at his completed work. There it was, at the top-right of the page, that he looked at an A+ written in red ink. He couldn’t believe it. An A+, on his second day, in a subject he didn’t like! He never thought that he would get an A+ on anything. His parents weren’t ever around when he was a kid, so he never went to school until now.
“Well, that’s something,” Buzzard thought.
He walked back to the entrance cave and made a left into the sleeping cave hall. As he made his way into the sleeping cave, he wondered who his clawmates would be, as they weren’t there on the first day. He walked in and almost jumped, as there were three dragons lounging around as if they had been there the entire time. And, on the rock ledge he had “claimed”, there was an IceWing looking haughty as per usual. 
“Oh, hey! You must be the SkyWing in our winglet!” Said a SandWing. “I’m Camel, he’s Polar, and he’s Whale. What’s your name?”
Buzzard flatly replied “Buzzard.”
He walked over to the IceWing called Polar and asked in a mock friendly voice,
“Pardon me, Polar, is it? I believe that’s my rock ledge you’re on.”
“So? I don’t see your name on it,” Polar said haughtily.
“I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again. Get. Off. My. Ledge. Now.” Said Buzzard in a tone dripping with hatred.
“No. Find somewhere else to sleep, you delusional, pompous, snob-headed, sack of soggy potatoes. Plus, I was here first.” Said Polar.
“You were not here first! I was! I don’t remember you being here on the first day, anyway,” said Buzzard. 
“Ha! Can you believe this idiot? Who goes to school on the first day?” Polar said.
“Shut up!!” Buzzard said. “I’ve had enough of you thinking you're better than everyone else! Do I really have to remind you what happened?”
“Sure, go ahead, stupid,” Polar said mockingly.
“Alright, fine, how about how you ripped my only brother’s throat out during the war and then vilely smirking at me as you dropped his lifeless body to the ground!!” Buzzard choked the last few words out, holding back tears, his heart aching. 
He glanced at Camel and Whale who looked heart-stricken.
“Sounds like a personal problem,” said Polar, grinning wickedly.
Buzzard launched himself at Polar, knocking him off the ledge and into the rock wall. Polar let out a yell and slashed at Buzzard’s exposed abdomen. Buzzard dodged and punched Polar’s face, years of loathing behind his fist. Polar grunted and blindly punched at Buzzard. Buzzard flung himself into the air just before Polar’s fist could connect. Buzzard hovered in the air, watching for Polar’s next move.
Polar shook his head back and forth a few times before looking up at Buzzard with a scowl that could turn birds into stone. Polar made a deep growling noise in his throat. Buzzard noticed that a mist looking substance was flowing from his mouth and just as Polar opened his mouth, he shot to the left and fell to the ground as his right wing was immobilized by frostbreath. 
Polar launched himself on top of Buzzard and started slashing at any exposed scales. While this happened, Camel and Whale stood, unmoving, looking extremely dumbstruck. Through the haze of the pain, Buzzard saw Tsunami and Clay come crashing into the cave and shoving Polar to the ground. Tsunami had Clay sit on Polar so she could drag Buzzard to the infirmary. Buzzard could feel his consciousness fading and wondered if he would join his brother in the sky. At least then, he’d be able to see Hawk again.
Ch. 2
Buzzard awoke in a stiff bed of straw. He thought, where am I? He tried to lift his head off of the pillow but pain immediately shot through his neck, forcing him to lay his head back down. Tears started to well up in his eyes from the agony. Then muffled voices came from the hallway outside. As the voices got closer, he was able to pick up what they were saying.
“For the nine hundred and ninety three millionth time, WHEN WILL HE WAKE UP?” Said a voice that unmistakingly belonged to Tsunami. 
“As I have said before, we have no idea when the SkyWing will wake up,” said a timid voice.
“AND I WANT ANSWERS!!” Tsunami roared as she shoved the curtain divider aside. 
She looked at Buzzard and did a triple-take. Buzzard smiled weakly at her.
“What?!” She said, looking dumbfounded. “What?!”
“How long was I out?” Buzzard said.
It took Tsunami a few seconds to realize that he had asked a question.
“You were in a coma for 3 weeks. 3 WEEKS, BUZZARD!!! You had us worried! You could have died! Now, there is all of the paperwork we’d have to fill out, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re alive,” she said. “Now, on the other talon, we should ask you: do you want the IceWing in? He says he wants to work it out.”
“No! Absolutely not! He’ll try to kill me! Don’t let him–” Buzzard said before he was cut off by the shouting of Polar.
“BUZZARD!! Where are you!? I came to finish what you started!” Polar shouted.
He stomped into the room and stared daggers at Buzzard.
“There you are, you pathetic excuse for a dragon. Having fun in the bed I put you in?” He laughed evilly.
He started toward Buzzard, but was cut off by Tsunami. He tried to sidestep her, but she cut him off again. 
“Move it, SeaWing!” Polar yelled.
“I don’t think I will, IceWing,” Tsunami growled.
Polar unsuccessfully lunged around her, as she anticipated it and dove at him. They crashed to the ground.
“CLAY!! GET DOWN HERE NOW!!” Tsunami shouted.
A few moments later, footsteps hammered the ground and Clay burst into the room, promptly sitting on Polar. 
“GET OFF ME, YOU SUN-DRIED TOMATO!!” Polar shouted while helplessly struggling to get Clay off of him.
Buzzard felt himself drifting off to sleep after this went on for a while, so he closed his eyes. He began to dream of how, from the moment he was born, he was neglected. He learned the hard way he would have to fend for himself. Luckily for him, his brothers and sisters took care of him. They taught him basic survival skills they had learned themselves. His parents were rarely ever around, and when they were, Buzzard rarely saw them.
Ch.3
A few days after the incident with Polar. Buzzard was able to go back to school. He didn’t really miss anything because he knew pretty much everything that was being taught over the four weeks he was incapacitated. He was walking to the library to pick up some scrolls, when a dragon poked his shoulder. He turned around to see Camel’s face. 
“Hey, Buzzard,” said Camel. “It’s good to see you out and about. I just wanted to tell you that they suspended Polar. You’re pretty lucky they didn’t expel you too.”
“Why is that?” Buzzard asked.
“Don’t you remember?” Camel said. “You were the one who started the fight!”
“Oh, yeah, that’s right. We’re going to keep that quiet, right?” Buzzard said.
Camel nodded his head.
“Thanks. Wouldn’t want to get suspended myself,” said Buzzard.
Camel nodded and walked off. Buzzard made his way into the library, taking in the natural light coming from the windows, the high ceilings, the vast number of scrolls stacked on mahogany shelves that were intricately carved depicting the War of SandWing Succession. He walked up to Starflight, who was sitting on a wooden stool, sorting through scrolls.
“Hey, Starflight,” said Buzzard. “Do you happen to have any scrolls on IceWings?”
“Hmm, I think I do. Let me check real quick,” said Starflight.
He wandered off into a section of shelves, feeling the walls with his talons, and disappeared. Buzzard sat down on one of the moss mats next to a shelf and skimmed through the scrolls that it held. He noticed that they were mostly on SkyWings and the succession of SkyWing queens. Hm, that could be interesting, he thought. He looked over to Starflight’s desk and noticed an odd looking gem. As he made his way over, Starflight came back with a stack of scrolls and piled them on the desk.
“Here are a few that we have,” he said.
“Thanks,” replied Buzzard. “What's that weird looking gem?” 
“Oh, that? That’s just a dreamvisitor. We use it to communicate with each other during the night when we’re sleeping.”
“Interesting,” said Buzzard. “Alright, see you later Starflight."
Ch. 3
Buzzard walked into the prey center for lunch. Everyone was chasing cows and fighting over who should get what piece of chicken they should get. To reduce the risk of annoying anyone,, Buzzard weaved through the dragons to the best of his ability, grabbed a few pieces of fruit, and a chicken that ran into his tail. He then jogged back to his sleeping cave.
He started eating the chicken first, as it had the ability to run away, and the fruit couldn't. It squirmed wildly in his talons, clucking its fearful protests. To this, Buzzard promptly snapped its neck. Its eyes rolled lifelessly in its head as Buzzard tore off its leg.
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