Smoldering Fire

''YO EVERYBODY, Starsplitter reporting in for another fanfiction. This one is for a writing contest on the WoF wiki, it's about the son of Kestral with too little fire. Without any further procrastination from my end, enjoy the story!''

Prologue
The group of Skywings flying towards them was like a spearhead, aiming to impale Ember’s heart.

“Stop moving”, his mother growled, and the two Skywing twins abruptly came to a halt. Ember glanced over at his sister, and she looked sadly at him, smoke spiraling off of her horns. He reached over and put his talon reassuringly on her shoulder. For some reason, he wasn’t hurt by her flaming scales. The two never knew why, but they’d decided that knowing they could was enough.

“What do you think they’re gonna do when the get here?”, she asked in a small voice. Her blue eyes shifted back and forth, looking from Ember, to the Skywings, and then to the ground.

Ember shrugged. “She’s the queen, and we’re her subjects. She won’t hurt us”, he said reassuringly. Their mother grunted.

“She isn’t that kind of queen”, Kestral growled. “Prepare for a fight. Do you remember the lessons I taught you?”

Ember and Peril nodded obediently.

Kestral slowly moved her head up and down, surveying her two dragonets. Ember had a dreadful feeling in his stomach that he’d never see her again.