First!

Second!

Third!

Probably Riptide.

We don't see him much after The Lost Heir.

fifth

Sixth. I'm going to do Starflight

The earliest I can post will be on Tuesday, and sorry if it seems more like a Fatespeaker X Starflight story.

We need to do Kinkajou on her hatching day

A dragon paced back and forth between two sets of earrings, one Amber and gold, the other amethyst and platinum. Suddenly, she was startled by a knock at the door. “Go away!” She screeched. The door gave a sound again. She groaned. “Come on out, you’re needed at an official meeting.” “What, me? Uh... I’m not here because... uh... I don’t exist! Go away!” She yelled at the door. “Nice try, Blaze. I know you’re deciding about some kind of jewelry, so I’ll give you 5 minutes.” The voice said. “I look forward to seeing you,” he said sarcastically. Blaze rolled her eyes and picked up and put on the Amber and gold earrings. She walked out the door, not bothering to lock it because she assumed it was safe. She trotted towards the place where the meeting was held, wincing as the hot sand hurt her feet. 

Blaze sighed. She’d been at the meeting for over an hour and hadn’t gotten to talk once. She yawned and tried to fall asleep throughout the bickering but was awoken by a sound. The same dragon who had called her from the door was poking her and asking what she thought about making a school. She looked at him and noticed groggily that it was her brother, Smolder. “Uh... well schools don’t, like, help me with fashion, so, uhh... maybe not.” Thorn snorted and said, “Nice call, Smolder,” and laughed. “Really livened up the conversation.” Smolder chuckled. “Well, she told me she didn’t exist earlier, so...”  Everyone laughed. Blaze sat up and tried to tell them they weren’t doing any better and fell over from exhaustion. Laughs turned to howls. Blaze rolled over, trying to get back up, but when she did, a little gem set near her claw in her scales popped off. She doubled over, choking, while a diamond pattern started to appear down her scales. Smolder’s eyes widened, recognizing the scales as someone else’s. Everyone else looked at Blaze and choked with horror as she stood up, grinning evilly. She glanced around the room, scrutinizing very detail. “What, scorpion got your tongue? Why so surprised? It’s just me, Blister.”

To be continued...

Poke

Not sure this is accurate, but this could be how Peril figured out she had firescales. 

The grumpy skywing dragonet heard a scratching noise and then a desperate squeal. Opening her eyes, she saw a hard substance covering her. Peril looked around in fright and found another male dragonet with her. He was clawing at the substance, casting frightened eyes everywhere, screaming a high pitched wail of pure torment. Peril growled and swatted him with her talon to make him stop. He just screamed louder. Peril scowled and went smack him again when she felt a terrific jolt and hit the ground.

That was when the hard covering was splintered with deadly cracks and shattered apart. Peril tumbled onto the ground, rubbing her head before gasping and watching as a huge pair of massive talons reached in to grab the male dragonet. Peril would've saved him, but she was not quick enough. The red talons grabbed her screaming, petrified brother and in one swift movement, dragged its claws across his throat. 

Peril stared in shock as a red, gooey substance poured out and the baby dragonet's eyes went white and he fell limp. "Well done." said a silky voice, "now guards, kill her please." 

Peril gave a cry of strangled anger, though she did not know why, as she heard a gasp of disbelief. Then those same talons filled her vision and grabbed her around the body. Cold wind whipped by for split seconds, but Peril was boiling, these were the talons that killed her brother, and she knew how she could punish them. She had the power. Angrily, Peril flared her wings, covering the talons with her own smoking wings. There was a sharp cry of agony before Peril felt herself falling, suspended between earth and sky, element and element, before she hit the ground with a thud. 

"careful! don't touch her!" the cruel voice shrieked, "she has TOO MUCH FIRE!!" Peril looked around at the swarming masses of red and orange bodies. But she could not stop herself from watching the red shape winging speedily its way across the sky. Without knowing it, Peril felt that those wings held a secret to her future that she would eventually find out. If only she was patient. 

((Finally an excuse to write my bouncing boy Pronghorn!))

Pronghorn lived up to his name. He was bouncy, extremely so, much like the animal, and he was small.  Smaller than many IceWing or SandWing dragonets his age, but he made up for it in seemingly limitless energy. At he moment, that energy was entirely focused on pacing around his family's small hut in the Sand Kingdom, eagerly waiting for the courier to get there. 

"Pronghorn, the mai..."

His mother leaned out of the way as he zipped outside, a faint laugh catching his ears as he skidded to a halt just as the courier landed. Drought smiled brightly, like he always did, even during the war when he had flown messages from outpost to outpost. 

"Here you go pronghorn."

The scroll was wrapped with a thin band of flaxen fabric, and the wax seal on the front made Pronghorn's heart skip a eat. The Eye of Onyx stared up at him. He carefully pried the seal away, preserving it for his private belongings.

'Pronghorn,

It has come to my attention that you have written three letters to the Stronghold, and I recently got them after my mail sorter had a brief mixup.  You're enthusiasm towards going to Jade Mountain is very encouraging, and if your parents will allow it, I would be glad to send you along with four other SandWing dragonets to the school. My daughter is very excited to have such interested students.

Sincerely,

Queen Thorn.'

A tap on his shoulder made Pronghorn snap out of his daze and realize he was squealing. His mother had been reading over his shoulder, and had a broad smile on her face.

"I suppose you're lucky, then."

"Any dragonet of ours is lucky! And going to that school! That's the best luck o' all!"

His father crowed, clapping Pronghorn over the shoulder.

"Whatr' you waitin' for squirt? Write the Queen and tell her you'll be goin!"

TWELTH!!!

Princess Greatness

*begins stalking thread for shipping stories*

We don't really hear about squid mutch.

I miss all of first Arc! Waaa! 

Gonna do Sora when I have the chance.

That is a great story and a good idea! can i wriet a story starter too?