Morning in Parsealia, past midnight in Pantala, and afternoon in Pyrrhia.
Nuri stood on the wide, round balcony in her chambers; staring over the sparkling orange and pink ocean waves as the sun rose slowly into the sky. The LightWing pavilion sat like a pearlescent jewel between the water and the pale white sand on the Shining Bay.
The LightWing queen took a deep breath, relishing the beauty of the Light Kingdom. She knew very well that no other kingdom rivaled them when it came to elegance. *Or power, for that matter.* She thought proudly.
Yes, the FlashWings, LavaWings and FireWings were strong tribes, but they didn’t fight as masterfully as FlashWings. Nuri was sure that their white-hot fire was hotter than FireWing’s too.
*Besides, can they do this?* Nuri though triumphantly as she held up a pristine white talon and watched as her scales rippled mesmerizingly for a moment before mirroring what was around her. Sure, she could see a blip on the floor where her talon was, but then again, the invisibility powers worked better at a distance.
The LightWing general unexplainably came to her mind just then, and he talon shifted back to its normal white color as she gazed back over the waves. He’d become a lot closer recently, though it was hard to explain why.