Dragon Who
This is a very quick and short story that I wrote after the idea of a crossover between Doctor Who and Wings of Fire snapped in my mind.
Enjoy !
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A cavern slowly faded in in the desert, not far away from Possibility, a few birds along the river flew away into the sunrise.
No one had noticed the new formation that shouldn't be there. A mountainous cavern like carved in a ring of stone, the whole edifice looking like an igloo of rock with a wide entrance in the front, large enough to fit at least two dragons. The entrance was dark and seemed to dive deep inside, way deeper in fact what it would give the impression from the outside. No matter which angle you looked at it, it didn't catch any light, almost like a black hole surrounded by a monolith.
A creaking sound came from inside the cavern and lasted way longer than it should have.
"Oof, I will really need to oil that door!", a voice exclaimed.
A large dragon came out of the cave, he was black all over with shades of purple under his wings and on his belly. His scales looked shiny and polished as if he just hatched, the sun reflecting on them like on a mirror; Not the most inconspicuous Nightwing. Adorning his neck, a very long and brownish scarf with several accents of reddish and yellowish colors, something that blended quite well in the desert and contrasted nicely with his scale.
Following him close by was a much smaller Sandwing, she was very elegant and held her head high but her deep black eyes were scrutinizing the surroundings as if she was afraid of something. Her brown sail stood out over her light sand-colored scales, her wings tightly folded along her side and her tail curled up protectively around her tail barb.
"You sure it's safe to land there?", she asked nervously.
"What do you mean safe? I'm here, aren't I!", he retorted with a bit too much eagerness in his voice in her opinion.
He then took a step forward and immediately fell nose first in the sand, his talon entangled in his scarf. He rolled on the side, fought a bit against the scarf and got back up, shaking the sand off his sides and smiled again as if nothing happened.
"You really should get rid of this scarf, why are you keeping it?", she pointed out.
He turn his gaze to her, his smile seemed even wider, and with a controlled and smooth turn he faced the city of Possibility and exclaimed:
"Allons-y!"
The small Sandwing dove under his tail as he turned around and quickly trotted to catch up with the strong Nightwing pace. In front of them, the city was buzzing with life, merchants opening their stores, dragons rushing to their obligations and birds fishing from the nearby river.
The Nightwing prancing fiercely and nodded at every single dragon he encountered. The inhabitants surprised saluting him back and turned around after a few paces wondering who this dragon was. The Sandwing nodded back also at everyone in a very nervous way.
"I continue to think this was a bad idea and your attitude is going to make them suspicious!", she growled.
"What? Naaah, psshh! No one is going to notice anything, C'mon!", he replied. Sometimes he felt so full of himself and yet, she still couldn't hate him for that, quite the contrary actually, as she was almost in love for him... Wait what?! I can't be in love with him, my boyfriend is waiting for me in our settlement.
How long ago did she left anyway? Did it really matter since she kept traveling through time? She could even come back before leaving... Now that would be awkward to meet herself.
"Which house did you say it was?", asked the Nightwing.
"The one with the green flag there", she replied absentmindedly.
The large dragon strolled to the door and pushed it wide open.
"Hello!" he exclaimed joyfully.
Mayfly jumped and turned around, she was dressed in a white blouse and wore gloves on her front talons. A pale dragon was laying down behind her.
"What are you doing here? And who are you?", she barked at them.
The Sandwing dove under the black dragon's wing preparing to jump out of the door in case of danger.
"Oooh, those are good questions," affirmed the Nightwing, "I'm the Dragon and this is Quail", he pointed under his wing.
"What? The Dragon? Dragon Who?"
"Yes!" he replied immediately with way too much enthusiasm.
He moved forward past Mayfly and looked at the unconscious dragon.
"What are you doing? This is my office and you're not a doctor!"
"Well, I wanted to but the name was already taken, you see..."
Mayfly tried to push him away but he was way too big and strong for her.
"You are not qualified for this! This is my patient and she is in pretty bad shape, and I'm not in the mood to deal with the likes of you!", her voice was booming as she tried to look The Dragon in the eyes but he continued studying the patient.
"Actually, I am qualified. And I know and... I know but you will have to deal with me anyway.", he looked at her seriously for a second and grinned again.
Quail had moved from under his wing and was now close to the dragon on the table. She gently held her talon as if she was a relative.
"That's her, right?" asked The Dragon
The Sandwing nodded softly, her wings drooped along her sides. She stared intently at the pale dragon. It was very difficult to make the tribe of the dragon there, her scales were almost white, but not the same as when a Rainwing was unconscious. It seemed it was her natural color through and through. Her head was resting against a pair of pillows that were arranged to protect the spikes that sprout out of her head on each side of her crest. Her body was thin with very sharp angles, no smooth curves that would make her look like a Sandwing, but rather more like an Icewing, if it wasn't for the bright white tail barb.
Mayfly had taken a step back and was watching them both. Something in her mind had told her that she should trust them. The Mudwing turned around to close the door and then came back.
The Dragon has taken a wood stick out of the bag he was carrying on one of his leg and moved it along the dragon's belly. He turned abruptly to Mayfly and was now sporting a pair of tiny glasses that seem to only cover half of his eyes.
"She's pregnant!"
"I know that.", replied the Mudwing indignantly. The will to throw them out of her office seeped back in her mind.
"But!", he continued as if he didn't hear her, "she can't get the egg out!"
Mayfly grumbled a bit, she had to admit he was right.
"Did you find that out with your thing?", she pointed at the stick in his talon.
"That? Naaah, that's just a stick." and proceeded to throw it behind him. It fell on the ground with a little sound and rested there. Mayfly took a step forward and grabbed it, there was nothing unusual about that stick, just a little bit of a branch. It didn't even seem like it was magic or anything.
"Are you... an Animus?", she tried.
"Me?", he conversed while examining the patient, "Na, I mean... Yea, I am!"
"Dragon!", Quail interjected
"What?", he looked at her then at Mayfly and back at her again. "It's better they believe I am, it's easier to explain."
"What is easier to explain?", asked Mayfly, a bit shocked. She'd dropped the stick and was almost afraid to touch it again.
The Dragon looked at Quail inquisitively for a second, the Sandwing shrugged. He turned around and faced Mayfly.
"Well, you see, I'm The Dragon and I come from Gallifrey, it's the Time Lords planet and it is where I come from. We usually take the shape of the species from the planet we want to protect and voilà!"
Mayfly blinked twice incredulously, staring at one then the other several times. She shook her head firmly and stomped her foot.
"I'll pretend I didn't hear anything."
"See?", The Dragon pointed out.
Quail sighed a bit and shook her head.
"Can you save her?", she asked softly.
"Hmm, I think so...", he rubbed his chin pensively.
He paced the room looking at each and every tool around the table and on the walls.
"Ahah!", he exulted and reached for a few of them. "You, help me!", he pointed at Mayfly.
"Don't order me like that, young dragon!", she complained
"Now!", he insisted firmly
The Mudwing complied and grabbed one of the tools he gave her. Under his instructions, she acted fast and swiftly, soon the egg was showing and before long it was out resting next to the unconscious dragon.
"We're not finished yet!", he maneuvered around the table on the other side and ordered Mayfly once more, their choreography was precise and well-executed.
The Mudwing was almost in shock when she realized a second egg was coming.
"That's impossible..." she mumbled, "having two eggs at once is normally not survivable. She would...", she looked up at The Dragon. "How did you know?"
Her gaze moved to Quail, the little Sandwing could feel her piercing eyes studying her from tip of the horns to end of the tail.
"She had no known relatives but there's something about you and her...", she paused.
"Now is not the time!", ordered the Nightwing, "hold there and push when I tell you."
Mayfly snapped out of her thoughts and nodded.
Soon the second egg was out and both were carefully set on the ground next to the table.
The Dragon pulled away and smiled.
"Alright, time to go!", he commanded.
"Wait... What about her? Aren't you going to wake her up?", the doctor stopped him as was walking through the door.
Quail stood between The Dragon and the Mudwing, her eyes going from one to the other then to the dragon on the table.
"Oh," exclaimed the Nightwing, "I'm sure you can do that... Can you?"
"Well, yes, of course. I can, I... just...", she stammered
"Fantastic then!", he grinned toothily and turned around
A cavern stood on top of a mountain, towering over a clearing. Two dragon sat in front of the entrance looking down.
In the clearing, there were two dragons and two eggs, one of them shook and started to crack under two full moons. The pale dragon looked closely as her dragonets hatched one after the other, a tear running down her eye. A large Mudwing sitting a bit further away smiled at the scene then turned her head towards the mountain and nodded.
The cavern was gone.