Wings of Fire-The next generation

Chapter Ten

"IF THEY DON'T LET US OUT THIS INSTANCE, I WILL...I WILL...DO SOMETHING STUPID!" Firefly raged. The dragonets (and Surf and Beauty who were not dragonets, thank you very much)  had been put in a cage at the back of a cave, the bars of which Firefly was throwing herself against repeatedly. 

"Firefly, I think you might be doing something stupid anyway," Lightbringer sighed, "You're only gonna hurt yourself."

"You're just like my mother," said Surf, "She's the 'I'm going to repeatedly throw myself at the bars of a cage that probably won't break' type as well." 

Rainstorm tried to give his input, with only the power of his most expressive eyes, due to having his snout bound. Beauty and Glisten also had their snouts bound, to prevent the use of frostbreath or magical death spit.  

"We're not going to let you out," Chameleon smirked, "You're very useful leverage against the dragons that we are most worried about stopping us. Anyway, nobody stops the Talons of Disagreement." 

"The Talons of what exactly?" Surf spluttered.

"WAR!" Fierceteeth screamed, storming over, "The Talons of War, you stupid lizard!"

"I still think that that's stupidly petty, and not a lot better," Surf shook his head, "I mean, it's clearly a mockery of the Talons of Peace."

"Well, who cares about what you think," Fierceteeth said, and turned back to talking with Saguaro. 

"So, what is going on with the Talons of Thingy?" Firefly asked. Glisten wasn't sure that just asking straight up would do much but apparently she was wrong. 

"So, as you said, it's basically the opposite of the Talons of Peace. We're all about war and doom and TAKING BACK WHAT A BUNCH OF STUPID DRAGONETS STOLE FROM US!  Because we had the whole war and then we had the whole defeating Darkstalker, and most people are like 'hey, yay, Pyrrhia's great', but, we actually kind of lost out when all of that happened, and everyone's like 'hey, boo, you dragons are the worst'. So we're staging an uprising." Glisten shuddered

"Chameleon, stop telling the hostages our plan!" Saguaro hissed. 

"Well, we know enough!" Lightbringer shouted, "And we are not going to let you get away with this."

"How exactly do you plan to stop us?" Fierceteeth grinned, showing all her sharp teeth. 

"We will. Don't you worry." Lightbringer continued, voice full of bravado, "We're just like our parents. Anyway, you've lost to a handful of dragonets before. It could happen again." 

"But it won't," Fierceteeth came up very close, "We're being more careful. We're not underestimating you. And if you want to be taken seriously on this, we can do what we'd do with any other dragon who tries to stop us and kill you." Glisten gulped, and Rainstorm's green eyes widened in horror. Please don't get yourself murdered, Lightbringer. 

"Well, why don't you?" Lightbringer scoffed, and Firefly squeaked in terror. Glisten's heart froze. 

"Shut up, Lightbringer," Surf muttered, "We quite like you, and we don't need you to get yourself killed." Just a few days ago, this would have had Lightbringer down for the count, but now Lightbringer seemed to have more on her mind. Or she simply wasn't as into Surf anymore. Because of Rainstorm, the part of Glisten's brain that sounded just like Firefly chirped. Glisten hastened to shut this particularly silly part of her brain up. 

"We haven't killed any of you yet, because your parents won't try to stop us as long as we have their precious children," Saguaro said, "That is, if they're as ridiculous and sentimental as I've heard." Glisten had been scared that this was why. They all looked around at each other. Tears were beginning to gather in the corners of Firefly's eyes where her silver scales were, and Waterfall's scales had turned a sad, dull algae-green colour.