Wings of Fire
The cave was cool and dim, an haven from the maddening world beyond its mouth. At one end of the cave to the other, Clay charge-strided back and forth, his vast wings swinging as he walked, brushing at the walls whenever he turned a corner. He couldn’t rid his thoughts of the prophecy.
“Ever wonder what really being a hero means?” he asked, his voice laced with uncertainty. “I mean, the prophecy does say we’re supposed to end the war, but… what if we can’t?”
Tsunami, the SeaWing dragon, rested against the wall of the cave. Her scales shone in the dim light. Her blue eyes flashed with determination, and she looked at Clay. “Of course you can, Clay. We’re dragonets of destiny! We have been learning it all our lives.”
Clay stopped pacing, his brow furrowed as he turned toward her. “But what if it is not enough? What if we are not enough?”
Tsunami pushed off the wall and sauntered over to him. She laid a reassuring claw on his shoulder. “We are enough. We have to be. The prophecy chose us for a reason. We just have to believe in ourselves and each other.”
Clay nodded, but in his eyes, it lingered. “I just… I don’t want to let everyone down.”
“You won’t,” Tsunami said firmly. “We won’t. We are in this together, remember? The solution will come with thinking one step at a time.”
As she spoke, more and more dragonets began to swell aroundthem, drawn by the conversation. Sunny, the SandWing beamed brightly.”Tsunami’s right, Clay. We’re a team. We will figure out how to endthis war, bring peace to the world.”
The RainWing, Glory nodded. “And we’ve got each other’s backs, no matter what.”
Starflight, the NightWing, pushed up his glasses and added, “We know what the prophecy says. We know what we’re fighting. Knowledge is power, and we have plenty of that.”
Clay looked around at his friends, feeling a swell of gratitude and hope. Maybe they could do this after all. Maybe they really were the heroes the world needed.
“Thanks, everyone,” he said, more power in his voice now. “I needed that.”
Tsunami smiled at him and squeezed his shoulder. “Anytime, big guy. Now let’s rest. Tomorrow, we start making history.” As the dragonets began to settle down for their nightly rest, they had warmed up with kinship and resolve. Together, they would overcome every hurdle on their way tied by friendship and by fate. — Would you like me to continue this scene or have a different part of the graphic novel rewritten in novel format?
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