Storm glided over the NightWing kingdom. There, He thought. He saw a small egg. A NightWing egg. Silver and black and white. It didn't matter. What mattered was that Storm got what he wanted.
He stole the orphan egg, flying to the middle of the SkyWing mountains. It's an orphan. It'll love me. I'll raise it. He thought, landing gracefully.
The egg hatched. "Welcome to the world." He said proudly. "Darkice," He stared at the hatchling. It was perfect. Surely it wouldn't mind being raised by a StormWing. He picked up Darkice, putting him on the ledge. "See the moons?" He asked.
Darkice nodded.
"The three moons. There's some shooting stars!"
Darkice nodded. "Storm!" He said proudly.
"That's right, Darkice. I am Storm. You are Darkice." Darkice cuddled under Storm's wing. Storm sighed, and stargazed with Darkice. Just the two of them. Together. That was the plan. And no one can ruin it. He thought.
"Yeah!" Darkice chimed in, almost as if...he read Storm's mind.
Yes, Darkice. Papa will keep you safe. I promise.
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Wings of Fire Storms Brewing
FantasyDarkice would always steal for Storm. It was his whole life: steal and not get caught. But~ what if there was more?
