r/WritingPrompts • u/Yech_e • 1d ago
Writing Prompt [WP] It's been years since dragons last roamed these lands, so the new dragons raised in captivity dont have a mother to guide them to their proper nesting grounds. Thats why you're dressed in a dragon onesie flying an open cockpit plane to guide them.
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u/M_Squash 1d ago
I bank left and the wind blows my horns back. Of course, I'm not a dragon and they’re only cardboard and wire, but they took a bit of time to make. I glance back as a line of flying creatures follow me. I shift in my seat.
"You all can see me right?" I mutter my thoughts and sit up straighter. “Look at me now ma. Not only did your boy learn proper posture.. I proved you wrong. I did become a dragon when I grew up...”
Oh crap! I'm pulled from my thoughts. Some of the dragons are not following very well. A couple of the big furry bear looking ones and some of the more traditional lizard like ones.
"What's the problem guys?" I start to turn the plane, and the wind kicks up. My hood blows back.
"Crap, crap!" One the horns pulls—ripping from my hastily sown threads..
“and it's gone..…” I see it wip away into a cloud The dragons are getting restless, the pace is slowing. "We can't be late guys." Even as I talk I'm switching controls. The plane is in the best autopilot I can do. For something not meant to autopilot thatis. I stand up.
I'm grabbing the edge of the plane. The wind is blowing. I feel like I'm going to be swept away. My red polyester belly is being pushed against my body. One hand reaches up. I grab the hood and try to hold it down. My goggles are fogging.
"Already hard enough to see. Why do the eyes have to be red." I'm barely able to stand but somehow I turn myself around.. I see the dragons. They're getting more and more out of formation. I wipe my eyes. The wind is blowing my legs, and the purple and green striped fins on my legs are billowing out. My tail is caught by the wind. It jerks back and forth. Then-
We go through clouds. I can barely see. If I don't get things going now. It will be too late. I tense my legs and use both hands to fiddle with my back. "Where are you dang it!" I find a knob, my fingers barely flip it before I’m jerked to the side. I grab the edge of the cockpit and steady myself before I stand up. The clouds are clearing..
“Can they see?”
A clicking that started at the flip of the switch turns to a clunk. The clouds, we break through. I can see them; wings and bodies floating in the air. Wings break forth right when I catch a glimpse of them. Coming from my back. Many colors tie-died the best I could make up the fabric of the expensive frames. They catch some wind and expend.. I tighten my feet and calves—balancing as I stand. I wave my arms.
“They're straightening out!..” Not totally though... "Oh crap.. Last trick.." I pull in air. And let out a high pitched screech. I can already feel my throat, which was already sore from practicing, start to bleed, again.. But—
They're coming back inline. I can see them. All of them, back in formation, even the big furry bear looking ones with their stubby wings.. I keep it up for a little longer. As long as I can. Before coughing, flecks of red fly out. Fire, I wryly think, before sitting back down. Everything aches, I check an instrument on the dash..
“Looks like we're off course. It's going to be tight.” I look back.
The wind picks up, the sun breaks through the clouds.
“But... I think, you're gonna make it.. We're all gonna make it." I feel my face break into a grin as the sky clears ahead. “Onwards!!”
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