Closest to the Sun

Korrin McKissic

Age 9

Closest to the Sun

DISCLAIMER: FANFIC FOR WINGS OF FIRE. TUI OWNS WINGS OF FIRE. DON’T COPY WRITE ME. PLEASE, I BEG OF THEE.

PROLOGUE (Spoiler warning!)

A brown and teal, odd-looking mud wing woke up from what felt like forever. Her mother called out, “WAKE UP.” Zahara shook herself awake and went downstairs to see her mom.

“What’s so important that you wake me up this early?” groaned Zahara.

“We have been one of the few, random dragons picked out to join the queens of the kingdoms for their meeting,” she roared.

“Why are they doing this?” groaned Zahara. Her mom shrugged.

“We should ask the queens when we get there. Just . . . don’t offend them or the princesses.” Zahara perked up.

“The princesses will be there?” Her mother nodded.

“But we will hunt first and then make our way there at dawn. Hopefully, we will be there by midnight or earlier than that. If not, we will be late. It’s a night party.” Soon enough, they took off. Zahara caught a rabbit, and her mom caught an elk. They ate, and then they made their way over.

“What do you think it will be like? Do you think a lynx will be there with Queen Snowfall?” Zahara chirped excitedly.

“I don’t know. You seem more excited than I thought you’d be,” Zahara nodded. Once they made it, the ice palace was a mass of glittering and shining light. “What a beautiful palace,” her mom said as they landed. They saw Queen Snowfall pacing around nervously. They talked with the other dragons who were chosen. One was a rain wing, who was very pale for a rain wing with a pale, fern underbelly and white scales. The other one was an ice-sand wing hybrid named Skadi, who turned out to be the adopted daughter of Qibli, who knew a dragon with a Norse accent.

Zahara thought, “Yes, I’ll make a custom winglet about how that happened.” After they ate, Queen Snowfall called out for everyone who was invited from possibility: a weirdo mud wing, an edgy rain wing, and a men-

tally broken sand-ice hybrid. She lined us up. Much to my excitement, we saw Lady Lynx walk out with a sassy-looking dragonet behind her.

“This is our daughter, Princess Snow Owl,” Lynx announced. Every ONE of the ice wings clapped. She even got thrown a squirrel (which she ate without thanks for sharing it with her mothers). Lynx led us to a private bedroom afterwards. “You are here to fulfill the prophecy,”she said as she opened the door. Inside, Moon was standing there. Skadi froze, “Moon, share your prophecy with us,” Lynx demanded.

“OK, [insert prophecy because the one I made was cringe, and use your imagination],” Moon sighed.

We all froze for a moment, and then Queen Snowfall spoke, “I think I have the last part, but I can’t tell you without Jeraboa’s permission.”

Zahara groaned in confusion. “WHYNOOOOT? I didn’t sign up for this,” Zahara roared.

“Why don’t you ask her,” Snowfall said . . .

* * *

“Note to self: add sassy ice wing with self-entitlement,” thought Zahara. They were heading off to the beach off the coast of the ice wing kingdom. As they lifted off, Zahara could see her mom’s brown and peach scales glimmer against the light globes. They were flying to Jeraboa.