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Max woke up in a cold sweat, sending chills down his spine. It was still early in the morning when he looked at the top of the tent. Almost as dark as it was when he went to sleep.
‘That damn fucking dream again, what does it even mean?' Max thought with a scowl appearing on his face. The Icewing always freaked him out, like it was staring into his soul. He decided that going into the dining hall like this would grant him some confused looks from the counsellors, and Max hated the thought of that. Instead, Max quietly got out of the cot and pulled on his sweater.
‘Going into the forest might help me cool down, I feel like shit.’ Max didn’t feel like waking Neil, so he stepped silently out of the tent, and into the peaceful forest.
He started out slow, and continued gaining speed as he went deeper and farther into the forest. Max remembered his way through the winding trees, and came out to a nice, small clearing of land that would give a good view of the sunrise. It was his favorite place to think when David wasn’t keeping an eye on him like a hawk, or when Nikki jumped him out of nowhere.
Whenever he could slip away, this was the first place that came to mind. And he had a lot of things on it right now. He sat down on a patch of grass while he was deep in thought about his nightmare. Max was about to doze off until he heard a scream so high pitched he flinched in surprise. He looked up into the sky to see clear blue and the sun shining brightly in his eyes, causing him to squint.
‘Fuck. I should probably go back to camp, everybody’s awake by now.’ Max thought, hurriedly getting up from his nap and patting away any dirt or grass. His hair was still a mess, but no one would question it. As he ran back soundlessly from the clearing, a chilly mist rolled in. He almost walked into campgrounds until he saw the Icewing backing all the campers into a corner while David and Gwen were shielding them with their hands. Max’s first instinct was to charge at the dragon and fight him off, but he forced himself to crouch before one of them saw him.
‘Okay, I should probably fucking think before I jump into this mess and get myself killed- on second thought..’ Max thought. The Icewing was a pale blue, and the brown-red scars were showing clearly on her rough scales. She was tiny, small enough that any dragon on all fours would probably scare her off. One of the only reasons Rainwings aren’t frightening is that they are too lazy to do anything, as the stupid stereotype goes. Anybody with a brain will understand that a Rainwing that actually gives a shit about their life isn’t a force to be reckoned with. Not that he did, but still. Max smirked at the plan he conjured up in his head.