The Broken Queen: Chapter 2

The Broken Queen Chapter 2:

(Spoiler: This page contains events of the Rogues, perhaps it would be best that you don’t read it.)

“You can't be serious!” yelled Thunderstorm. “She threatened to drop me into a vat of tar!!” Heatwave knew this wasn’t going to work:

“What if we replace Jerboa with Fennec?” Heatwave said. “Fine, but only for a day.” Thunderstorm said, as grumpy as Morrowseer. “Relax, but we need more allies.”

“Travel to peace.” Thunderstorm said. “That place got destroyed by the Rogues.” Heatwave replied. “Trust me.” Thunderstorm said, raising a brow. “Fine.” he said as grumpy as Thunderstorm.

A couple of hours later, Heatwave and Thunderstorm arrived at Peace, the city was just like Valor, destroyed. Heatwave picked up a SandClaw toy that looked so much like Jerboa, it made Heatwave crush it.

“Stop right there!” yelled an unknown voice as they launched after Thunderstorm and held a knife at his throat. “This Nightving demon is behind the slatr of my home.”

The dragon wore so much clothing, a cape, a chestplate, armor for his tail and legs. He also had a kind of helmet with fogged glass goggles and a sort of mask on his snout with little air holes. Heatwave couldn't tell what tribe they belonged to.

“I am Heatwave!” Heatwave yelled, making the dragon drop Thunderstorm. “The Heatwave!” they said. “Accept my apology.” the dragon said bowing.

“Who are you?” asked Heatwave, backing away.

“I am named Houndkiller.” the dragon said making a bird call that made a crow land on their arm.

“So, you are a NightClaw?” Heatwave asked. “My tribe and my real name shal be hidden from me and anyone else who wish to slatr me.”

At last, Heatwave said: “We need your help.”