SO

I GOT 'WINGS OF FIRE: GUIDE TO THE DRAGON WORLD' ABOUT 3 HOURS AGO AND HAVE FINISHED IT ALREADY. (hehe)

WHILE I WAS READING THE SECTION ON NIGHTWINGS, I FOUND MYSELF READING A LETTER FEIRCETEETH HAD SENT TO STARFLIGHT, UPDATING HIM ON THE NIGHTWINGS' SITUATION AT THE OLD NIGHT KINGDOM.

THE LETTER READ: (SPOILERS BELOW)
Skip it if you don't wanna read it/can't read it

RISING FROM THE RUINS
BY FIERCETEETH OF THE NIGHTWINGS
Ys, we have set up a sort of encampment in the runs of the andent Nighling kindon.
There are about twonty-sevon of us living here.
fun bastaly in change I canit get anyone to call me Queen Fieratiath, hat I am charly the basslest and the smarlast, so I's only a matter of tine.
Were not quite big enough to call ourselves the Night Kingdom agan. But we think we would be the size of Sanctuary an even Pestbly someday so weis gang to ant so ditlement samething like Knowladge or Fireadom or Resuraction o Ate to at dum By inings, mugle. Or Renowal. Something properly fangy-sounding.
Every month. Clory has been sending us food and seeds and wood and madenal herbs and all kinds of things, entrely without anyone asking her to. At frat I was lurous shout that. because who does she think she is? She's not our qusenl Thats the whale punt of why we stayed here. those of us who deaded not to go back to the santanal,

Beans sander a am be listed saladen. ham grams a g
the it's all right.
These no air 1 burn It at nal plat it the mounto no endles and lag mariate almdars a ba del dly en dangerous anstallo. Judging by la Ahat age, shand bail the paninocho creambled mla the sea sometime in lit her two thousand years.)
But we can breathe.
We can hant and we can fly and we can see the moons every night.
Here's something your weird solencey brain might geek out about: all of us have slopped slaping through the night. We are mostly nocturnal now, rising late in the day to get the last afternoon sunlight. then hunting throughout the night, under the moons, and returning to slep shortly after sunrise. Maybe that's how our ancestors did it?
Or magybe it just worked out best for us that way. Ihe moons seem very bright here, and there is so much prey out after dark. frey that we can easily sneak up on, wilh our dark scales. I ate an entire WOLF two nights ago, Starflight! It did not taste like chicken: I dont know where you got that idea. Unless maybe an angry, furry chicken setting them on fire.)
Thad spent is whole ife running around hitting other chickens with an ax and then setting them on fire.)

Tam not a senlimental sappy scrollarm like you, and I doit give two smoldering ald city and see how big and claborate it was.
capoles ahout andent history at all. But I guass it is kind of cool to ly anodering.
Like, we found something that must have beon a theatre. There was a stage and rows of sals and a whole backslage area scatered with Goded scripts and rust no pet and The Importance of Being a NighWing ond A Litto Nighting. Miss You wouldnt know this, but we were never allowed any time for theatre or ant or must on the NightWing island. While you were probably panting your felings and angig bout your great life on the mainland, we were stuck in lessons on survival, solence.
and superiority.
But once upon a time, there was a whole civilization here. A healthy tribe who cared shout art and beautful architechure and gardons with NONEDIBLE PLANTS IN THEM. Bonecruncher has been digging around in the overgrown plots and in the gardening section of the library, and he says they planted complody purposes things all the time just because they were pretty. Were not going to go quite that mad; we nead all the food we can get right now.
Conecruncher also wants to change his name to Grentalon, which is all I need. Our names are great NightWing names! Greentalon sounds suspiciously RaWingish to me! I hope he doesn't start a stupid trend. I'd better not end up living with a bunch of Gudleheads and Snugglebutts!)

Anyway, some of the dragons are thinking about putting on a real play. I suppose I'll send you an invite if we pull it together.
to hear from you!
ARGHHH, HOW DID THIS GET SO LONG? YOU ARE SO IRRATATING STARFLIGHT! Look at all this time you made me waste! Do NOT bother me again for at least a year, I do NOT want to hear from you.

P.S. But in about a year, I guess I'll have to see your boring face again if you want to come to a hatching ceremony. Not that you have to! I couldn't care less! But I guess apparently family is usually invited to these things and you're all I've got. And even thought you're a useless brother, you'd make an alright uncle, perhaps. Which is to say, yes, Strongwings and I are having eggs soon; at least three, I think, from the stupid, annoying size of me. Three! In one hatching! Just another sign that we should have left that moonsforsaken island YEARS earlier. Anyway, they'll be the first eggs to hatch here, hopefully under a full moon or two, so if you're interested in meeting your nieces (and maybe a nephew, I suppose), I guess you can come to that.

P.P.S. But do NOT make a big deal out of this! I have heand about the parties the SkyWings throw for their hatching ceremonies and they sound completely ridiculous.

P.P.P.S. You may, however, send as many gifts as you like, starting now.

MOST OF THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN INCOMPREHENSIBLE, BECAUSE I DIDNT WRITE IT OUT WORD-FOR-WORD. (MY POOR HANDS THATS LIKE 900 WORDS)

I DID RE-WRITE SOME THINGS THOUGH. ONE KF THE THINGS I RE-WROTE IS THIS QUOTE:

'And even thought you're a useless brother, you'd make an alright uncle, perhaps. Which is to say, yes, Strongwings and I are having eggs soon; at least three, I think, from the stupid, annoying size of me.'

FEIRCEWINGS/STRONGTEETH ARE HAVING DRAGONETS! (which is it help)

SOOO... I WAS LIKE:

LETS MAKE YET ANOTHER FANFIC I'LL KEEP WRITING FOR 5 MINUTES!

ENJOY!

Oh here are some pictures of the letter