Legend of Lightning Ch2

"Son, your doing great! But less strength, a little more accuracy. There you go! Now finish the dummy off!" Thunder said as Storm let out his earth power, and pulverized his dummy he was training on.

"Dad, Thunder, I really need rest now." Storm gasped out of his tired breath.

Storm was a pearly white dragon with blue eyes. He was built for pounding, like all the other white dragons. But he was the fastest white dragon alive.

Thunder smiled, "Of course, but before that, a little learning. Come."

Storm groaned, but followed his father into the part of their home that was off limits most of the time to Storm. Storm savored every moment in that room, since he was in it very rarely. One thing Storm didn't understand was why it was off limits. It was like another room in the household, except for this statue of a dragon with emerald eyes. And if you touched it, lets not even go there. Very severe punishment followed, he knew that.

Thunder reached for a book in a shelf and took it out. He set it on a table, and opened it up.

"As you know, there are many kinds of dragons, but all are put into a color category," Thunder began to explain as he flipped through the book, which should descriptions and beautiful dragon portraits, "There are seven colors. Of course, there is the white dragons, known for their courage, strength, and healing abilities. Red are known for their ferocity and deadly fire breath. Yellow are known for keeping secrets, or areas to keep under locked key. Orange are basically a mix of red and yellow, but there are best known for their sly personalities. Green are also known for their healing abilities, but they are way more experienced than us. Purplish black dragons are known for their lingering in the shadows, sneaky, they are. And……"

Thunder stopped as memories flashed by, " And the blue dragons, now extinct. They were known for their intelligence, speed, and power. They were indeed feared, if you were their enemy. Their lightning, ice, shadow, fear, and/or time powers were beyond any dragon could accomplish. Their were experts at the sky. They knew all the currents, and how to skillfully navigate through them."

Thunder stopped and closed his eyes as he remembered, " And good friends."

"Who killed them?" Storm asked.

Thunder opened his eyes and turned to his son, "The same one who is dragging the world into darkness as we speak. He killed them because they were in his way to power. But he knew their one weakness. Without wings or strong limps, they are as weak as a child about be killed. Helpless to save themselves."

Storm looked at the ground. This is why this room was probably off limits. He should not know about the bloody past that his father was involved with.

"I  tried to save the last of the blue dragons, but I failed. And I can never forget, because I shall never fly again with my torn wings." Thunder added, spreading his broken, torn, ugly wings wide open.

Thunder turned as the statue with the emerald eyes. It's eyes were beginning to glow.
"Son, this is very important, get a blanket and put in a basket and hurry, we do not have much time," Thunder said as he began to look around for a basket.

"Time?" Storm asked, very confused.

"We do not have the time to retell the past son, just do it!" thunder began to panic.

Storm quickly grabbed a basket and blanket as Thunder opened a secret chamber.

"Wha…." Storm began, but shut his mouth.

Thunder quickly entered the chamber as he motioned for Storm to follow. As soon as the door was shut, Thunder moved as fast as he could. Time was running out for the last blue dragon of the world. For she was awakening from her long sleep in the time crystal.