Not Every Wyvern Wants a Destiny

Prologue

ColdScale flew, a glimmer of silver in the dark clouds. The Terror of the ARKS had continued. It was 12 years into the war, and it was ColdScale's duty to collect the final egg. The Ember egg.

Blood wyverns flew, following him.

'What have we got here? Perhaps...An egg belonging to a prophecy?' SnarlingRage said menacingly as she grabbed the egg after knocking him to the ground. She began rolling the egg along her wings and let it slip "accidentally". 'Let's just say there will only be 4 wyvernets.' She used her powers to sap his life force and using it to get stronger.

-Your WoF fan, Random Sake

Chapter 2 soon?