I took off from one of the hybrid bases. I was on patrol. Again. With a sigh, I flew towards the river along my usual patrol route. For some reason, the leader of my troop thought I was incapable of doing anything but patrols. After flying for a while, I landed by the waterfall. Then a Nightwing stepped out from behind the waterfall. I hissed, "What are you doing here?" "Well what does it look like I am doing?" he said. "I am walking." I hissed at him again but I was laughing on the inside. "What is your name?" He asked, still looking as if it was perfectly normal to be having a chat with your sworn enemy. "Why do you want to know?" I said suspiciously. "Because it is awkward to be talking to you and not have any clue who you are." He said. "I am Bryn." I sighed and said "I am Lyria but I like to be called Light. " "Well, Lyria," he said. "What tribe are you from?" You do not look like any dragon I have ever seen before." I hesitated before replying, "I am a Seawing-Icewing hybrid." He grinned and nodded. Growing uneasy, I said. "Well, I have to go now. Bye." Without waiting for a reply, I took off, heading back towards the base and debating whether I should tell my commander, Nova, about the strange Nightwing.
I watched Lyria take off and the I took off to, but in the opposite direction. Lyria was quite pretty... I was so distracted thinking about Lyria that I crashed directly into a tree and fell out of the sky. I managed to get my bearings back before I hit the ground. I soared up into the ground and headed back to the base. As soon as I entered the stone fortress, my commander, Commander Garnet, stormed up to me. "Where have you been?" she said cooly. She sounded rather suspicious. "On patrol." I said innocently. She grunted, but after all, she couldn't argue with that. She stalked away and with a sigh of relief, I headed off to the dormitories to get some rest before the night patrols.
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