Oil

Oil curled his tail around himself as the spiral named Pugna sneered at him again. "Nice colors," he taunted. Another dragon named Quist was gasping with laughter. "I've never seen a boy as pink as you," she said. "More like rainbow," Pugna snorted. The two started laughing again. "Ooh, you're hurting my eyes!" Rayleigh, a tundra, giggled from the other side of the cave. Oil did his best to ignore the dragons. They had been teasing about his color since he hatched and they were just a few weeks old. Zephyr and Koralli, Oil's parents, insisted that they were just making fun, and they didn't mean any harm. "You're getting sensitive, boy," Zephyr would frown, peering over the tops of his glasses. And Oil would always think the same thing: Maybe the lightning flight just isn't right for me.

Oil had never seriously meant it. It was just a bitter thought that popped into his thought when he was angry, at Pugna and the others, at his own parents. Nobody understood him. And really, Oil knew it wasn't their fault: He was just hard to understand. But one night, Oil realized something.



If I don't do anything about it, they aren't going to stop. Things aren't going to change.




I'm going to leave.




It wasn't a hard decision. Oil knew he wouldn't miss anybody much, and he could still write to his parents once he was where he needed to be. So he went to Sambousa, the clan leader. And he said two simple words: "I'm leaving."

Sambousa just laughed at first. "Why would you ever want to leave the lightning flight?" Then he realized that Oil was serious. The two were silent for a while.


Sambousa shook his head. "I'll make an announcement," he sighed.

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To Oil's surprise, Pugna was first in the short line of dragons that wanted to say their goodbyes and wish him luck. He looked a bit.... sad. (this part is a reference from the book Tallstar's revenge XD) "Why are you leaving? We grew up together. I always thought you would be hunting by my side." "I thought you would be glad to see the rainbow dragon leave," Oil snapped. Pugna's shoulders sagged. "I was only ever teasing," he mumbled. "Well, it's more fun to tease than to be teased," Oil said, shrugging. Then he turned away.

Now it was time to set off. Let's try the light flight. It seems promising, Oil decided.

And it was.


Dragons of all colors lived there. Oil found that there were many dragons that looked like him. Oil thought it would be a good idea to write to his parents about it, to let him know that he was fine and not hurt or lonely in any way. He was looking in his satchel for ink and some parchment when suddenly another Coati bumped into him. She was bright pink, with magenta wings. Her eyes widened when she saw that she had bumped into someone else. "Sorry, sorry, sorry!" she apologized. "I was looking for somebody and I guess I didn't look where I was going- Where is that lazy dragon, anyway?" Her eyes wandered around the room. "I suppose he's busy," she sighed, looking disappointed. Oil felt a drop of jealousy trickle through him when he realized that there was a he in the picture.

Then the Coati smiled at him. "I haven't seen you around here before- Where are you from? My name is Pastels." Oil opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out- just a high-pitched squeak. He cleared his throat, embarrassed. "I'm from the lightning flight," he said. Or at least, he tried to say. It came out more as a stammer. All he could look at was her bright smile, her beautiful eyes.... It was like a dream. Oil shivered. He felt as if something important was about to happen: Something that would change his life forever.
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Pastels looked away, unable to meet Oil's gaze. "My parents don't like you," she whispered. "I already told you. You and I- We can't happen." "Then we'll run away," Oil said confidently. Then he grinned at her. "The fire flight sounds good to me." Pastels looked up. A small smile appeared on her face. "You're right," she murmured. She paused. "Let's get going, then."
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Lore by Swaggiep34