Listen, And The Stars Shall Speak

Under The Mountain

After a few days of flying, Haze reached her destination. A large mountain stood before her, towering into the sky. Why this particular mountain? Well, Haze wasn't exactly supposed to know what was in this mountain, but being Boysen's girlfriend had given her some extensive knowledge on the Colors of The Wings's whereabouts.

She walked up to the entrance, nodding at the two tough guards that stood there.

"Who are you?" one of them demanded.

"An innocent little dragonet seeking shelter from bad dragons!" she said sweetly. Their expressions didn't change. Haze rolled her eyes.

"I'm a friend of Crimson's." The guards exchanged a glance. "You can ask her if you don't believe me." They still looked skeptical.

"Got any other name cards to play?" one of them questioned.

"Hmmm, let's see. Cinder, Boysen, Whisp, Ember, Fox, Apple, Hopeseeker, just the general fact that I know your location, organization, and half your secrets- shall I continue?"

The guards looked a bit afraid now. One of them nodded and Haze smiled cheekily at them before making her way inside.

"Woah." she whispered upon seeing the inside. Boysen and Ember had told her stories about the headquarters, but she never could've imagined it to look this epic. 

And then, of course, there were the dragons. Dozens and dozens of dragons of all tribes, flying around in all directions. There were so many hybrids and different looking dragons then she was used to, the only thing they all had in common was a silver disc tied to each of their necks. Haze was so mesmerized, she failed to notice the tiny dragonet that had approached her.

"HI!" the dragonet screeched, causing Haze to jump. She glanced at the odd looking dragonet, and her eyes widened. The dragonet was a light brown color, some sort of Mudwing hybrid, she guessed. But the thing that set him apart....

The dragonet had no wings.

It was eerie to look at, but the dragonet didn't seem to mind.

"Are you new?" He asked innocently. "I'm suppos' to give new dragons one of these." He held up one of the sharp discs, smiling.

"Um...Yes." Haze insisted, going along. She took the chakram, still eyeing the little dragon. "What's your name?"

"They call me Fiji," he replied. "I like that. It sounds funny. Feeeeeeeeee-Jeeeeeeee." Haze smiled at him. "What's your name?"

"Haze." she explained, and Fiji's face lit up. 

"I KNOW YOU!" he yelled. "My friend talk aaaaalllll abouts you. Like, LOTS AND LOTS about you."

"What's your friend's name?"

"Boysen." 

"Could you take me to him?" Haze asked. Fiji nodded vigorously. 

"Yep!" He grabbed her talon, pulling her down a hallway. Then he glanced back at her, lowering his voice to a loud whisper. "I think Boysen likes you." He whisper-yelled.

"I know." Haze whispered back, smiling. Fiji shook his head.

"NO, he likes you-likes you."  Haze fought back a laugh and pretended to gasp.

"Really?" she insisted in mock surprise. Fiji giggled. 

"Here he is!" He announced suddenly, stopping at a door and knocking on it. "BOYSEN! YOU HAS A VISIT!" 

And then the door swung open, revealing a dragon Haze recognized. 

"Haze?" Boysen asked, a confused expression on his face.