Jackal is a SandWing who lives on the edge of the kingdom of sand. His life has never been exciting or brilliant he was just your average SandWing assassin who killed for a living. Not many people venture far enough away from their oasis to come for his service but in this one particularly bad storm, a loud rapping woke Jackal from his sleep. Grabbing his leather satchel he stalks quietly to the door eyeing the intruder from a small peephole in the middle of the rusty iron door. "H-Hello? Anybody home?" "No." "Ca-Can I come in?" "I said nobody was home." "Then who am i speaking with?" "This is just a very well timed recording of me." "Ha-ha-ha. Let me in now please." "Fine." The rusty door hinge creaks as Jackal shoves open the door to let a beautiful dragon into his home. "Wow! she looks like someone took an oasis and made it into a beautiful dragon!"  The new dragon had what looked like white silk robes all over her body. The inside of her wings are a beautiful quartz white. "You know, you should probably clean off. Getting sand between your scales for long hurts." "Oh, That's what this yellow stuff is?" "Yes??? Well follow me and I will sow you into my Spring room." "Spring room?" "Yes. That's where we clean off after getting caught in a sandstorm." "Okay!" Jackal shut the curtain and left her to her business. Walking into the main room he walks to the center of the room grabbing a pole with two rods on either side. taking one of the rods he pushes it hard and the pole twists into the ground raising a small polished stone table. he walks down to the Spring room rapping on the door. "Are you done in there?" "Yes!" "I am going to head out to get some food now. I will be back soon." Jackal walks out of his home and starts flying to the Scorpion Den.

Sorry Everyone that this chapter is so short! Wings Of Fire belongs to Tui. Sutherland and all rights remain to him/her! My OCs are Jackal and Crystal.