Wings of Fire: Whispers and Secrets—The Headmistress’s Backstory

==Quick Introduction and Information=

Hello! So, this is going to be a story about the Headmistress in my newest roleplay on the Wings of Fire fandom website, Whispers and Secrets! If you don’t know what that is and want to join, here’s the link. https://wingsoffire.fandom.com/wiki/Thread:2540112#366

The Headmistress, a dragoness full of mystery and danger. Nobody knows why she loves violence and murder. But if you read her backstory, you can possibly figure out why. (This takes place thirty-six years after Queen Wasp is overthrown. The two continents found a very old passageway that led from one continent to another—made by an animus that is long gone, and now dragons can easily travel between Pyrrhia and Pantala. There are many hybrids, and many new queens.)

==Chapter One==

It was around evening when two eggs started to hatch. The mother—a NightWing—rushed over, hearing something. She looked down at the eggs, one silverish with patches of red here and there, and the other egg a blue-white color with some black spots, like paint. She smiled. “Flare, they’re hatching!” She called, hoping her husband heard.

He did, and Flare raced down the hallway to the main room of their large home. Flare was a noble in the Sky Kingdom, the new queen’s personal medic. Topaz, the daughter of Ruby, the old SkyWing queen, who is now dead, Topaz made her tribe respected but also loved at the same time. She lets her subjects—and relatives—have mates who are from different tribes, to show how much she cares for them, but she also lets them do it to keep inter-tribal relationships strong, in case of a war.

Another cracking sound, and Flare snapped out of his thoughts. He looked down at the egg to see a large piece of the first egg’s shell gone, only to be replaced by two small talons. Flare smiled at Dreamweaver and hugged her tightly as they continued to watch the tiny dragonet pull itself out of the egg. The second dragonet just barely got his first talon through, and managed to break the rest of the shell.

Two dragonets now sat in the nest in the middle of the living room. One female, and the other male. The female looked more like her mother than her father, with a short snout, but long, curved horns and large wings that would make her look formidable and terrifying in the future. The young dragonet was very slender, with muscles that were barely visible. She had deep, dark red horns, with black scales all over, and patches of bloodred scales everywhere, especially along her neck, wings, and talons. There were red scales on her wings as long as the normal silver star-like scales. She had deep violet eyes that seemed to have a glint of maliciousness, and red teardrop scales next to her eyes.

Her brother, on the other talon, was a large, bright orange dragonet who seemed to have heat coming from his scales, with bright, electric green eyes. He had large wings and was very muscular for a dragonet, with patches of black scales everywhere. His horns were not as curved as his sister’s or his father’s, but they certainly were longer. His wings had strange black scales scattered all over.

Dreamweaver smiled at her husband. “Aren’t they just beautiful?” She whispered.

Flare nodded, smiling back. “What shall we name them?”

“The male one could be.. hmm.. Wildfire?”

“That’s a great name. He can be Wildfire,” Flare said. “And the female.. Maybe she can be Clandestine?..”

“For some reason, I think that’s the rught name for her,” Dreamweaver said. Flare looked at her in an asking way, and she nodded. Her face told him everything.

(Please review and tell me how I should improve this first chapter. Thank you!)