Fire and Fangs

by the Nazgûl and SunnyFox57

Chapter one.

-by SunnyFox57

Talia was a wyvern. An ordinary wyvern. Nothing special in her opinion. She had lived alone her entire life, always on the run from hunters or scientists. She had never known her parents or her family so she didn’t miss them much. She thought she was nothing special. How wrong she was…

Talia flew through the redwoods forest, dodging large trees and flying creatures. The wind blew strongly because there was a lot of trees. But Talia was not cold, her scales protected her from the coldest winds. She weaved back and forth like a dragonfly, dodging trees what got in her path. Sure, it would be easier to just burn the trees down or knock them down but Talia preferred it this way. Ever since she was a young wyvern she had dreamed of being a hero. She’d heard stories from traveling archaeopteryx bards about the old days before the island called Ragnorak was where it was now. They said there was wyvern tribes and that they ruled Ragnorak and brought peace to it. No hunters. No scientists. Just wyverns, bringing peace to the island and all that lived on it. Of course that couldn’t be true. The island of Ragnorak couldn’t have been ruled by wyverns. It wasn’t possible. Was it? Talia finally came to her tree house. Made from a giant redwoods tree that she had bent the top branches to make a small cave at the top, it was Talia’s home if she could call it that. She entered the cave and folded her wings by her sides. She sighed. “Home sweet home.” Talia whispered. It was humble and lowly but it would do. Then she curled up in a ball with her wings around her and fell asleep to a land she wished she could be in.