The Crystal Lands

Chapter 3

"What, mother!" Vein roared. Her talons curled in. "Leave me alone!" Gore's voice came again. "Dear, the Tropicals are here!" She jumped. The TROPICALS?! 'That means Prince Hurricane and Prince Storm!' She screamed inside. Vein smiled. Hurricane and Storm are two really nice twins who were very graceful in flight. They also were responsible and stuff. Although they were tropicals, they are pretty good. "Coming, mom!" She said excitedly. Vein slid out the bark entrance and stretched her huge wings. Ah, the sky.

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Later that day, Vein sat down at the royal meeting table. They were in the palace, a gigantic black structure that gracefully loomed over the hollow lake. The tropical wyverns were late.

As Vein waited, she fiddled with her claws. She wish she wasn't royal. As the dusk struck, she heard flapping. The tropicals were finally here.