Truth or Dare!

Includes: Tsunami, Sunny, Riptide, Qibli, Fatespeaker, Moon, Winter, Glory, Deathbringer, Starflight, and Lily, the winner or our Draw a Dragon Contest. (Oooooh.. All the couples together!)😙😘
 Sunny: Okay let's play truth or dare. I'll go first. Okay Tsunami truth or dare?
Tsunami: DARE! Of course.
Sunny: I dare you to go kiss Starflight, right now.
Tsunami: NOOOOOOOO!
Tsunami walks toward Starflight and kisses him.
Riptide stares at her with wide eyes.  And then sobbing. Lots of sobbing.
Tsunami: I can't believe I actually did that.
Tsunami: Fatespeaker, Truth or Dare?
Fatespeaker: Well, I'm feeling a little squeamish, so I guess, Truth?
Tsunami: Good choice. Fatespeaker, do you love Starflight?
Fatespeaker: Umm... Yes?
Starflight: Noooooooooooooo!
Fatespeaker: Okay, I thought I was your girlfriend!
Starflight: But my true love is Sunny!
Qibli: Ooh, a love triangle...
Fatespeaker: Okay...... Um..... Glory truth or dare?
Glory: Dare.
Fatespeaker: I dare you to get Thorn angry!
*one day later*
Glory: Ummmm.......  Queen Thorn, I'm here to inform you that Sunny and Starflight are having eggs.
Queen Thorn: WHAAT! I am going to KILL YOU!
*back to present time*
Glory: Wow, Sunny; your mother's a feisty one!!
Sunny: I hope to follow her!
Glory: Yeah, sure.
Sunny: What? Oh well. Now, I pick..... Moon! Truth or dare?
Moon: Truth?
Sunny: What is your favorite color?
Lily: Uhh. Sunny? Shouldn't you be picking something, you know, mysterious?
Sunny: I like to keep it light!
Moon: My favorite color is midnight black, by the way. Well, Lily, truth or dare?
Lily: Dare, please.
Moon: Umm..... I dare you to go find a scavenger, name it, dress it up, and make it your pet.
Tsunami: Where did that come from?
Moon: Uhhh. Deathbringer?
Tsunami shrugs. What the heck.
Lily: So, Deathbringer? Choose..
Deathbringer: Dare, my lady.
Lily: That gives me an idea! I dare you to say my lady after everything you say.
Deathbringer: Yes, my lady.
Glory glares at Deathbringer while Lily blushes furiously.
Deathbringer: I choose Qibli, my lady. Truth or dare, my lady?
Qibli: Dare. Though I'd prefer you don't call me that.
Deathbringer: I'm sorry, but it's a dare, my lady. I dare you to go take Moon out on a romantic date in the rainforest my lady.
Winter: *turns extremely red in the face and makes a cutthroat motion* You will pay, SandWing.
Qibli: So, uh, Moon? You wanna, ya know, go on a date with me? To the rainforest?
Moon: Uhhhh. Splendid! Yeah, splendid indeed. *Gulp*
Qibli: So, truth or dare, Winter?
Winter: *Growl* Truth.
Qibli: How much do you love Moon?
Winter gulps and suddenly flaps away.
Qibli: Well, that's undecided. I'll do this again. So truth or dare, Queen Glory?
Glory: A truth, please.
Qibli: When are you going to propose to Deathbringer?
Glory: As a matter of fact, I already did. Well, he did, really. But I accepted.
GASP!
Glory: Oh, don't be so surprised. Deathy loves me very much. So, Riptide, truth or dare?
Riptide: DARE!
Glory: I dare you to go get some sushi:
Everyone but Glory: SUSHI!!!
A mad stampede proceeds out of the room with a flustered looking Glory left behind.
Glory: Oh well.

Seven Minutes in Heaven at Clay's Engagement Party!!!

Welcome to the next edition of Seven Minutes in Heaven! Thanks to all those fans that have been supporting us on The official WoF Scholastics Website! We love y'all! Unlike the readers on this blog who don't comment!! *Grrr....* Enjoy!

The orange sun set quietly over the Diamond Spray Delta River. But as for Clay and Peril's engagement party, the music blared, dragons blabbered, and waltzed all over the dance floor, from Glory and Deathbringer's fast salsa to Moon and Winter's slow waltz. 

As Deathbringer had done at the Dragonets' hatching party, he jumped onto the stage and shouted into the megaphone.

"ATTENTION FRIENDS, FOES, AND ROYAL IDIOTS!" The crowd went wild. "Wow, they really love me." Deathbringer remarked.

"It's the quote, you idiot." Glory said. "And I'm the one who thought of it. I wrote your whole speech! Except the Seven minutes in Heaven part, which you decided to do. Don't tell me you're thinking of doing that again." Glory said.

"Oh yes I am!"

"Noooooo!!!" Glory wailed.

"We're playing your all time favorite party game, Seven Minutes in Heaven! As you all attended the hatching party, you all know how to play. But for those people who can't remember why you're here, all you have to do is go in a closet for seven minutes with a dragon opposite your gender, doing, let's just put it this way; stuff that both of you like. And in courtesy to Miss Peril, we've added a fireproof coat to the closet. So let's begin!" Deathbringer announced.
"The first dragon will be... Drumroll please.... Mr. Riptide of the SeaWings!" Deathbringer yelled picking a slip out of the first bucket. Riptide strode confidently to the stage, humbly accepting a bouquet of flowers smacked into his face.
"Let's see which lucky dragon gets to kiss this dragon! Deathbringer said, handing Riptide the bucket.
"Pick away!"
Riptide covered his eyes and groped around in the bucket. He picked out a slip that was labeled 'squid-brain'. He knew who it was right away.
"Come on up Miss.Tsunami!" He said, grabbing Deathbringer's megaphone and shouting into it mischievously.
"Looks likes somebody's ready to be with me." Tsunami said chuckling.
Deathbringer handed the couple skyfire pouches, and pushed both of them into the closet, locking it.
"Seven minutes... Starts... NOW!!" Deathbringer shouted from outside.
"Fancy playing around with the SeaWing heir?" Tsunami asked into the dark.
"You bet. And there's no being shy with me. C'mon, open up Tsunami. You've got to tell your secrets to your future husband." Riptide said, lighting up all his stripes, illuminating his handsome face.
An image flashed into Tsunami's mind. She and Riptide were into a cave together. But there was an ocean blue dragonet scurrying around their laughing figures. It couldn't be who she thought it was. But it was. Her very own dragonet. She was visualizing it already, when she wasn't even married.
"Ever think of having dragonets?" Tsunami finally managed to say.
"Why of course!" Riptide said, looking surprised. "Nowadays, when father talks about my mother and me, my only wish is to have our- oops, I mean my own dragonet to love."
Did Riptide just say 'our'? He did, thought Tsunami.
"You said 'our', admit it. You love me." Tsunami playfully said knocking his snout.
"Well, I do. But do you?" Riptide asked apologetically, a little afraid of what the response might be.
"If you didn't know before, here's something that will prove it." Tsunami said.
She pushed her snout onto his, taking in the sea breeze scent and enjoying every moment of it. After what could be five seconds or five years, she pulled away.
"Well that was nice." Riptide said, fingering Tsunami's snout tenderly. " Care to go for another round?" He asked. I
"You bet." Tsunami said.
They pushed their snouts closer and closer, just as-
The door flung open.
"R-Riptide, I didn't know you-you were, well, THAT!" Deathbringer said.
The couple walked sheepishly back to their seats.
Deathbringer picked another slip from the bucket.
"May I call up Mr. Starflight of the NightWings?" Deathbringer announced.
Starflight, blindfolded, stumbled up to the stage. Glory helped him up.
Stumbling across the stage, he picked a slip from the raised alphabet bucket, designed just for him.
Carefully reading it, it spelled 'I'm having a vision!'. Starflight knew who that was.
" Umm... Fatespeaker?" He called.
"Eeeeeep! I'm with Starflight!" She said, running up to the stage.
She threw herself into Starflight's arms. He stumbled under the weight.
" I'm having a vision, where me and you have a blast in the closet!" Fatespeaker said, leading Starflight into the closet.
" 7 minutes you two" Kinkajou said locking the closet. "Ummm..." Starflight said to Fatespeaker. "Now I feel like I'm blind, it's so dark in here." Fatespeaker mumbled. No one said a word for a few minutes.
Suddenly, the door was kicked open and Sunny grabbed Starflight and flew off cackling, "He's mine now!!! Mwa-ha-ha!!" She yelled.
Fatespeaker was left sobbing on the ground until someone could comfort her. (which happened to be when Starflight stumbled back with a few bleeding wounds.)

7 minutes in Heaven!

On the dragonets tenth hatching day Deathbringer and Riptide hosted a hatching day party. They invited every dragon in Pyrrhia.

During the party Deathbringer stepped up to the platform and yelled "ATTENTION FRIENDS, FOES, AND ROYAL IDIOTS! Its time to play a stupid little game called...  7 minutes in heaven!" Deathbringer tooted on a royal conch."The first person is..." he picked a name out of a bucket. "Glory." Glory stepped up on the platform and said, "I.. don't-" "All you need to do is pick a name out of a bucket and go in the closet with him for seven minutes." Deathbringer interrupted. "Which could be me." he added in a whisper only Glory could hear. He gave Glory a bucket with pictures of other dragons in it. She picked out a picture of an overly handsome NightWing. "Is that you? You look like a pig compared to this." Glory commented. "Now, now, no harsh words." Deathbringer said, pulling Glory into a closet behind him. Glory struggled, but Deathbringer had a firm grip on her. Kinkajou shouted from outside, " Seven minutes... Starts... Now!" As the closet door closed. It was surprisingly warm and dark in the closet. " Umm, you have a thing.. On your snout. I think it's leftover papaya. Let me wipe it off for you." Deathbringer said, leaning for. Suddenly, in full force, Deathbringer pressed his snout against Glory's snout. After what seemed like any eternity, Deathbringer pulled away. " That's what you get for being so perfectly wonderful." He said. Suprisingly, Glory launched on top of him and covered his mouth. "Don't you dare say a word of this to anyone, you cute little NightWing." she said before kissing him back. They were in mid- kiss when the door flew open.
"Looks like Queen Glory has found her match!" Kinkajou said chuckling. " Seven minutes are up! Do you want another round together?" " No thank you. I have had enough of Deathy here for one day." Glory said, getting up and brushing herself off. The couple walked back to their seats. "Next is... Winter!" Kinkajou said cheerfully. Winter walked up to the platform blushing. Kinkajou handed him the bucket. Winter pulled out a paper and said "Moon." Moonwatcher walked up to the platform with
 her head down. "Winter and Moon sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G." Qibli said. Deathbringer shoved
the in the closet. "7 minutes... Start... Now!" He said locking the closet.
"Umm.. Nice of Deathbringer to put us together.." Moon mumbled. "NICE? DEATHBRINGER? Need I remind you I was the one to pull your picture out of the bucket!" Winter roared. Moon threw her wings on top of her head, as if she expected Winter to attack her. Oops, he thought as soon as he
said it. " You are a wonderful dragon, Winter. You deserve to be with me." She said, laughing at her humorless joke. "And, you deserve this." Moon said, embracing Winter with bone-cracking strength. Winter leaned into her. Moons talons slipped around his cold silver scales just as-
"Time's up!" Qibli roared, flinging open the door. "Ummmm.......... Shy Moon isn't so shy anymore." They returned to their seats blushing. "Next is...Clay!" Qibli said. Clay walked up to the platform and picked a name out of the bucket. It was.... Peril. "Don't burn yourselves!" Qibli said, locking the closet. "7..... minutes.......start.....now!" Came a voice from outside. The hot closet seemed even hotter than before with Peril's fire-hot scales. She shifted carefully. " Umm. Clay.." Peril started. " What should I say, what should I say, she thought frantically. "Umm.. I think you are the most kind, caring, thoughtful, sweet, dragon in the world. And your the only dragon dragon in the world that sees me as a normal dragon. So I really, really love you." Peril said quickly.
"Aww.. That's too sweet." Clay remarked in his sweet way. " You wanna know something?" He added in a murmur. "You are my most favorite dragon in the world. I know it didn't seem like that before, but...." Clay started in a warm voice.
"Will you marry me? I've want to be with you my entire life.. So, will you marry me?" Clay proposed.
"Yes. Yes I-" Peril said with happy tears in her eyes, just as...
"Oh. My. Goodness. Three Moons, Clay! We should have another party for this! You finally proposed to Peril. Everybody raise your coconuts to Clay, who shall now have a hot; literally, wife!" Deathbringer shouted.
" To Clay!" Every dragon shouted, sloshing coconut water.
Peril shifted uncomfortably just as her tail hit the closet.
"She's made fire!" Deathbringer shouted manically, pointing and jumping at the flaming closet.

Another Fanfic! The Scorching! Part One

Thanks to ThatDragonLayingAround from the Wings Of Fire wiki for the idea. We love your theory about The Scorching! This is written in two points of view; the scavenger general and a SkyWing-like dragon. We do not own NASA! (Duh!) This fanfic has the slightest chance it will be made into a chapter book. But don't get your hopes too high. This is most likely the only chapter. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW AND/OR COMMENT!!! THAT IS THE ONLY WAY THIS WILL HAVE ANOTHER INSTALLMENT! Enjoy!

General Mark

Mark had an uneasy feeling. NASA had spotted a faint radiation pulsing from a luminous body supposedly headed for our home star, creating a possible sonic boom; blah, blah, blah. Bottom line: They had found a space rock zooming towards Earth. One dastardly blow, and mankind could go the same way as T-Rexes. Meteorologists, geologists, astronomers, and who-not were protecting the earth. Within months, billions of new shelters were built every 25 miles across the globe. They sustained damage up to ten thousand tons in weight. But were they ready enough? Nobody had cared more or less about what would happen to the Genetically Modified Creature Positioning System; the GMCPS Satellites stationed six thousand miles away from Earth. To be truthful, Mark didn't care either. Who cared about what happened to the dragons? They were having enough trouble with protecting humans, thank you very much. No way was there going to be enough time to worry about those dragons. 

Suddenly a calm female voice echoed over the shelter loudspeaker, jolting Mark awake from his thoughts.

" The luminous body has been identified, and is now about 300,000 miles away from Planet Earth. It is traveling at about a speed of 150,000 miles per hour. Please go into lockdown mode: Form 5. Repeat, Lockdown Mode: Form 5. Do not panic. In case of destruction, head to the Iron Room. Thank you."
A sudden chaos erupted in the shelter, with a current of people headed into the main room. Mark, his wife, and his daughter joined the flow. The rush finally settled down, as they helped themselves into iron armor. The crowd crouched down, their hands protecting their heads. A few minutes of silence passed.
Suddenly, bright red warning lights flashed from all over the room. A voice, loud and firm shouted over the loudspeaker. " The luminous body has collided with the moon. Repeat, the body has collided with the moon. The moon has broken in three. Repeat, the moon has broken in three." it said. All of a sudden, every single phone in the room chimed, " Wifi connection has been lost."
Oh no, Mark thought. It hit the Satellite connection, which was 22,000 miles from Earth. In a minute or two, it could hit Earth, the only hope was it to slow down.

Our First Fanfic! Glory Gets Married!!!

     Glory couldn't believe it. This was the moment she had been waiting for since Deathbringer had proposed to her. She flopped down dreamily. She still remembered the day...

     It was twilight. Glory sat on top of the highest platform, toying with a fruit. Her head rested in Deathbringer's lap. Orange fireflies glowed all around them. 
     "I love these times. The only minutes I get to spend with your sarcastic upbeat self." Deathbringer said.
     " Mmm-hmm." Glory wondered where this was going.
     " You know I love you." Glory bolted upright. Her heart hammered in her chest. Her eyes widened.
     " The more time I spend with you, the readier I am to make this decision. So. Does this RainWing agree to be my wife? Because I've been ready for it for years."
     Glory's heart stopped. She couldn't do this. She couldn't. Never in a thousand years. She would never get married. She didn't want eggs. She was independent. She was- 
     " Yes. Yes I do." Glory blurted these words before she could even bring herself to think about them. They kissed. She would never forget this moment.

     " Glory! Three moons, what are you doing! It's nearly time!" Tsunami shouted. She jolted upright. She didn't mean to fall asleep.
     Sunny came over. "Grandeur wants to see you. She needs to dress you up."
     Glory flew over to another platform. It was fully concealed with banana leaves; much like the Groom's Platform. Tsunami and Sunny followed her.
     "What have you been doing!" Grandeur bustled over. "Change your scales to silvery white." she ordered. Glory did as so. She looked around, Kinkajou and Orchid, the bridesmaids, were dressed in a deep violet. Sunny draped a wreath of  orange paper flowers around her shoulders, while Tsunami pampered her with specialized 'Scale-Shine'.
     " If I knew the wedding was this dramatic, I would have never agreed to get married!" Glory joked.
     " Just stay still." Tsunami said, trying to get a spot of blood off her tail. Two petite dragons fluttered over and attached a long silvery white veil to match her scales over her head. It fell down to her snout. She sneezed.
     " Ooh! Glory definitely needs to rub on some of that face highlight you were talking about, Grandeur!" Kinkajou exclaimed.
     Oh no.
     Grandeur picked up a coconut of sticky, pale pink, stuff, and she tenderly used a piece of sloth fur to swish it around her cheeks.
     " Put your chin up, Glory. I want too see how terrible your face looks." Tsunami said. Shoving Tsunami, Glory did as she was told. But Sunny and Tsunami's faces fell into awe.
     " I never thought I'd say this, but you look beautiful!" Tsunami said. Sunny could do nothing but nod and beam.
     Well, this is it, she thought. I am going to marry the love of my life. 
     Outside, a royal conch sounded. Pounding drums echoed through the rainforest.
     " Groom, You may enter!" Mangrove's voice called.
     Deathbringer swooped up in a graceful arch and settled down onto the highest platform. Two male RainWings, Clay and Starflight followed him.
     " Bride, You may enter!"
     With a shove from Grandeur, Glory lead Kinkajou, Orchid, Sunny, and Tsunami in a graceful arch. They too settled onto the highest platform. Oohs and Ahhs chorused from below.
     Glory's heart started racing. What would happen to the ceremony if she fainted?  She felt a warm talon on her shoulder. " You'll be great." Sunny whispered. For once, Glory had to believe in the SandWing's advice.
     " Do you, Deathbringer of the NightWings, take this dragon to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Mangrove asked.
     " I do." Deathbringer said confidently with a grin.
     " Do you, Glory of the RainWings, take this dragon to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
      Glory paused. Her future flashed before her. Would her dragonets be criticized if the world found out they were half NightWing? Would she? What would Deathbringer do as king?
     The crowd broke out in whispers. Deathbringer looked terrified.
     Glory took a deep breath. " I do." she said.
     The crowd broke into deafening cheers.
     " I proclaim you mates for life!" Mangrove yelled. And before Mangrove could even say, 'You may kiss the bride'; Glory flung herself onto Deathbringer and kissed him in one long moment of silent bliss. But then it broke. Tsunami chuckled. Glory swatted her with her tail. Back to the old ways.
     Mangrove and the royal procession led them up to the royal pavilion. A new golden throne laid next to Glory's. Simultaneously, the couple marched up to the thrones and sat down on them, all the while holding talons. The rest of the Dragonets of Destiny sat down in smaller thrones beside the couple. Cheers erupted once more.