The two full
moons were high in the midnight sky with the silver stars glittering and
gleaming around them. The distant ice mountains rose over the land like giants.
Not a breeze whispered and the land was deathly still.
The two Wind Talon
guards standing in front of the queen’s treasury were silent. The moon’s light
ran over their metallic blue scales and majestic cobalt wings like molten
silver. Zoltarna clutched her spear tightly in her claws as she gazed out over
the dark houses. Nothing stirred down there in the blackness, but somehow she
felt uneasy.
Zoltarna knew
that they were protecting the Wind Talon’s most precious possession. Without
it, they’d be at risk from attack by the other tribes, especially the Ice
Talons. She gripped her spear harder. Just the thought of those ice spitting
dragons made her bristle with anger.
She glanced over
at Amara. His eyes kept sweeping over the distant wind swept peaks of the Ice
Talon border. She could see that his muscles were tense as he shifted the weight
on his back legs and tail. Suddenly, something caught her eye. She jerked her
head towards the sky. Had she imagined it? No, there it was again, the distinct
shimmer of silver, just visible through the gathering storm clouds. It couldn’t
have been a star; it was too large for that. She nudged Amara beside her and
pointed to the speck of white in the sky. They both watched it for a minute or
two. It was definitely moving. It must be the gleam of dragon scales. An Ice
Talon’s scales no less, but what was a lone Ice Talon doing here in the Wind
Talon Kingdom with no back up? They both bared their fangs, ready for a
possible attack.
Suddenly there
was a rush of wings behind them and they had just enough time to whip around,
before a wall of ice slammed into their heads.
…
“Finally,”
snarled Veartar as she watched the other two Ice Talons drag the frozen bodies
of the Wind Talons away. The stealth attack had worked perfectly. Those stupid
Wind Talons hadn’t known what’d hit them. She gazed up into the sky where a
third Ice Talon was spiraling into land, his majestic silver wings sparkling in
the fading moon light. “Well done Akull. The diversion worked just as planned.”
She smiled slyly, showing rows of wickedly sharp teeth.
Akull dipped his
head and hissed back, “Just as Her Majesty planned. We should have that
Lightning Diamond before the night is up.”
Veartar growled
deep inside her throat and lashed her tail angrily. Now the Ice Talons would be
able to take the land that should have been theirs. “Follow me,” she growled,
turning to stalk up to the locked door of the Wind Talon treasury. A heavy
silver chain was wrapped around the doors with a lock to secure them.
Snorting in
amusement at this pathetic attempt to keep out enemies, Veartar spat a burst of
frost breathe over the chains. The metal shimmered for a second before growing
long tendrils of ice. Veartar stepped back and watched as one of the Ice Talons
brought down his spiked tail on the chains. The metal instantly shattered into
millions of tiny shards.
Akull stepped
forward and opened the great doors. They creaked softly on their hinges before
revealing a giant room filled with gold, silver and many precious gemstones.
Veartar stalked in, passing by the metal nuggets and stones and up to a
porcelain pedestal in the center of the room. On top of the stand, perched in a
glass case, was a shimmering cobalt diamond. Storm clouds of blue seemed to
swirl through the stone's core and lightning flashed across its surface.
For a moment,
Veartar stood mesmerized by the gem. One of the Ice Talons outside coughed
softly and Veartar came out of her trance. She twisted her head to glare at the
dragon who’d made the noise. He smiled sheepishly.
Veartar rolled
her eyes and turned back to the Lightning Diamond. She extended her paw and
gently placed her claws against the diamond’s casing. She then rotated her paw,
slicing through the thick glass and creating a small circular hole. It was just
big enough to reach in and pluck the diamond from its cushion. A vain of
electricity shot through Veartar’s talons, crackling along the length of her
body. She shivered, enjoying the feeling as she placed her stolen treasure into
the satchel she was wearing.
With the
Lightning Diamond now in her bag, Veartar quickly padded out of the dark room.
Storm clouds where now rolling in from the east. Lightning flashed out from the
raging mass and thunder could be heard rumbling across the land. Dawn was
slowly creeping over the sky as the moons sank behind the far off mountains.
The last of the stars where fading. They had to leave before morning came.
She galloped off
the edge of the stairs leading up to the treasury and spread her ice blue
wings. Akull and the two other Ice Talons closely followed, angling towards the
east where the Ice Kingdom lay. Soon the last of their silver scales where
consumed by the growling storm clouds along with any hope of catching them or
the Lightning Diamond.
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