Chapter 3 of my WoF fanfiction, Wishing Star!
Chapter 3 FIREFLY “That’s… cryptic” I say. Honestly, I think it’s a lot more than cryptic. I think it’s crazy. But I try to piece together what it means anyway. You have faced one twister: probably the giant one that swept the continent four years ago. But another is coming: almost definitely Twister. No-one will know: Ummm, what it says? What this dragon is becoming: Holy moons. Is Twister going evil? An evilness is brewing: My gosh, he is! Behind the night-white scales: Definitely. (because who else has ‘night-white scales’?) Capture it: We have to capture Twister? But only one can save you from betrayal: Who would betray someone? Who can save us? Use your brain for one moment, Firefly. If Twister is going evil, then he would obviously betray us! But what about the save-er? Who is that? Me? Probably not. This ‘Quicksand’ Twister keeps talking about? Maybe. His mom? Because as far as I can tell, she’s pretty keen on getting rid of Twister. “Um. Hey. Hello?” says Twister, waving his hand in front of my face. “Can you stop creepily staring at the window? Thanks.” “Oh, sorry.” I say, coming back into focus. “Just lost in thought.” “Of course you were. Thinking about my prophecy, were you not?” How did he know? “No.” I lie. Twister mutters something like “Yeah right” and slithers out of the room. “Wait!” I call after him. “Where are you going?” “The prey center. A dragon can’t live without food, after all.” “Can I come too?” “No! Go away!” Twister storms down the hall. Three moons, I thought Twister was my friend! Then I remember something he said earlier: “I was also an animus. And I’m a mind reader. And a prophet.” Oh no! Twister heard all that about him going evil? That would make anyone mad. And now how can I take it back? He will always know what I think of the prophecy. Or at least, what I thought of the prophecy a few minutes ago. Now I realize how he could ‘go evil’: by frustration. That doesn’t really count, in my perspective. Not cage-worthy, anyway. “Okay, thanks Firefly. That was really sweet.” Suddenly Twister strides around the corner from the hallway. “Aaah!” I yell, startled. “You were there the whole time?” “Yeah.” says Twister. “Apology accepted.” “But I never-” I start. “Oh, you read my mind. Literally.” “You have to promise not to do any of the things you just thought about.” Twister says, grabbing my shoulders “I promise to try not to. Because the future is the future, after all.” “Good enough.” We do a cool talonshake, that, despite being completely random, works perfectly. “Now let’s actually go to the prey center, I’m kinda hungry.” I say. We are just about to enter the prey center when an IceWing barrels into us and rushes out of the room. “Sorry!” she calls. “Hey wait…” she says, wheeling around. “Firefly, is that you?” I immediately recognize Saber, my best friend. We have known each other for literally her entire life, and most of mine. “Saber!” I cry out in excitement. I run toward her, and she runs toward me. We collide and sort of fall into a hug. “Firefly, I didn’t know you were coming here!” says Saber. “Of course. Queen Glory wouldn’t send her own daughter to her own school.” “Firefly, where is your cave?” “Third on the left, second on the right.” “Omigosh! Mine’s right beside yours!” “Really?!” “Guys, guys, guys.” Twister interjects. “GUYS.” “Twister! Can’t you see we’re trying to have an emotional moment here?” “Sorry, but… who is that?” Twister says, pointing at Saber. “Oh. Right. Riiiiiiight.” I say sheepishly. Bad impression number two, I think. “Twister, this is Saber, Saber this is Twister.” I say. “Hi!” says Saber enthusiastically, waving her hand at Twister. “And you are in which way related to her?” Twister asks us. I say “Friend.” and at the exact same moment she says “Life sidekick.” She dissolves into giggles like it’s the funniest thing in the world which, frankly, it kind of is. “So,” Twister says impatiently “We were going… to the prey center... to get food... from the prey center…” He does this weird hand motion that I think means “Let’s go to the prey center and ditch this IceWing.” HEY. Saber might talk a lot, and is crazily annoying sometimes, and barely understands sarcasm, but she is still my friend (or ‘Life sidekick’). “C’mon, Saber. Let’s walk a meter to get to the prey center.” “Wait.” Saber says. “I need a moment to laugh.” She’s silent for a moment. “And?” says Twister. Saber literally explodes into laughter, doubling over and falling onto the floor still laughing. “We’re never getting to the prey center.” I say.
