Nightwing isn't a surname. I assumed that dragon names had two parts. Nightwing is the second part of Celesti's name.

Thank you Aquina! *beams* 

@Scylla, oh. Um. Can I make it a surname? It would make things easier.

Here's the second chapter!

Chapter 2

Ruineth stepped out of the front door, into the raging crowds of Silverspring. To Goldenwell, the most fortunate city, asides from the capitol of course, in all of Nicytha. She thought, briskly setting forth.

She pushed through the crowds, hoping to reach the main gate quickly. “Miss, would you like a dagger? Good for these dark times,” a man yelled at Ruineth.

A dagger could come in handy … Ruineth pawed through her bag, looking for a couple of thrupes. “How much?” she asked, without lifting her head.

“One silver thrupe,” the man replied. Ruineth raised her head, gaping at him. “A silver thrupe?” she asked in dismay. “That's what I said,” he said crossly.

“That's daylight robbery!” Ruineth protested, making sure others could hear her voice. “Two good daggers are worth that price!”

“What I'm going to give you is nothing. I don't do service with troublemakers,” the man said crossly.

“How many copper thrupes in a silver?” Ruineth asked slyly. “Twenty!” the man roared, beginning to lose his temper. Ruineth suppressed a smile.

“Then give me one dagger for ten coppers, or two for a silver,” she said, smiling broadly. “Fine!” the man yelled, roughly shoving a dagger into her hand.

Ruineth dropped the coins on the table before strolling away. There's something else I'm good at. Bartering. Ruineth smiled wryly. And tormenting shopkeepers.

She was nearing the gate when she heard the cry. “Dragons!” someone yelled. Everyone immediately looked up at the sky. Sure enough, a small fleet was overhead.

Ruineth ran for the gate. Other civilians ran into nearby shops or homes, hoping for a cellar inside. The guards left their posts at the gate, charging up onto the walls.

Slipping through the gate, Ruineth ran. She ran harder than she had ever run before. To the boulder, she told herself. It was a good thirty yards from the gate.

She looked up to see what types of dragons she could see. A couple Earthwyrms and Riverlizards. And-a Fierceblood! Extremely rare, species colors and abilities vary much more than any other.

The red Fierceblood spread a wave of fire over the city. Suddenly, Ruineth remembered. Gobes! And Damdær! She sat down heavily on the boulder. There was nothing she could do to help them now.

She bent over, starting to cry. No. I must be strong. I must think positively. I least I'm not dead. I'm alive. With the equivalent of about one gold thrupe.

The dragons were quite interesting to watch. The leader, the Fierceblood, would spread a wave of fire, and then soar back up into the skies, the others mimicking the Fierceblood. He's their captain. Ruineth realized, drying her tears.

Ruineth got up, pulling her map out of her knapsack. The two quickest ways to get to Goldenwell, were either through the

Daemarth forest, or through the Alagos plains.

The Daemarth forest was rumored to riddled with such horrible things as goblins, werewolves, and witches. And the Alagos plains, were a common place for thieves to ambush all passerby.

Better the Alagos then Daemarth. That way I don't have to fight magical powers. I can just fight regular, normal people who want to kill me and take my stuff.

I also really like Chapter 2!

Can I make a second charrie? 

Name: Mist Fang

Here's the next chapter! 

So here's where the plains begin. The grassy area was suddenly cut off, replaced by heather. And the thieves, Ruineth reminded herself.

She stepped forward into the heather. Nothing happened. I was expecting someone to jump out at me or something. A girl scrambled up from below the heather.

“Sorry,” she apologized. “Who are you?” Ruineth demanded. “Oh. I'm Isa,” the girl said, tugging on her lank, mousy brown hair.

“I'm Ruineth,” Ruineth said, raising an eyebrow at the girl. Isa held Ruineth’s gaze steadily. Her cold grey eyes seemed to be prying open all of Ruineth's secrets.

“Why were you hiding in the heather?” Ruineth demanded. “Oh- I was hiding from a couple of bandits who passed by a while ago,” Isa said, pulling her black cloak closer to her, although it was not cold.

“Where are you heading?” Ruineth asked. “Haven't you learned that being nosy is only going to get you into trouble?” Isa snapped. She looked at Ruineth's startled expression and sighed.

“I was kidding. I'm going to Goldenwell. That's where this place leads to, right?” she said, shaking her head in disbelief. “Seriously, how can you be so dumb?”

“I'm not!” Ruineth protested. Isa rolled her eyes. “Do you want to travel with me? After all, two can provide better protection than one,” she offered.

“How do I know I can trust you?” Ruineth asked. Isa shrugged her shoulders. “That's the thing. You can't. But you sure can't trust those bandits.”

“Fine,” Ruineth growled. “Okay. Let's get going,” Isa commanded. “Sure, whatever,” Ruineth said crossly. “Sheesh! You don't have to be so cross!” Isa protested.

After walking for most of the day, Isa spotted something. “Dragons! Get down!” she yelled, pulling on Ruineth's arm. Ruineth fell to the ground, but not before catching a glimpse of the dragon fleet.

The same ones which killed Gobes and Damdær, Ruineth thought to herself. “They're gone,” Isa said, pulling Ruineth to her feet. “But it's too late to keep going any further. We'll camp here for the night. And no fires,” she added. “That'll draw unwanted attention to us.”

“Who made you captain?” Ruineth muttered, but Isa didn't seem to hear her. As they sat down, Isa said, “Nice dagger. Where did you get it? It looks pretty expensive.”

“In Silverspring. It was cheap, actually,” Ruineth said, smiling mischievously. “Really? It looks like it's very high quality,” Isa said, raising an eyebrow.

“I bartered for it. Well, actually more like I annoyed the shopkeeper into giving me a discount. It was marked at one silver thrupe. I managed to get it at ten copper thrupes,” Ruineth said. Isa snorted.

“Alright. You go to sleep, I'll take first watch,” Isa said. “But you don't have a weapon,” Ruineth said. “Actually- yeah,” Isa said, trailing off awkwardly.

Ruineth raised an eyebrow. “I-I have a really pointy stick which works well for what I need. Frankly, it's a little embarrassing,” Isa said briskly.

Ruineth nodded in understanding. “What do you need to do in Goldenwell?” Isa asked. “I want to be a knight,” Ruineth said defiantly.

“Oh. Um, well you know when knights start training is about seven, eight. Right?” Isa asked, a little uncomfortably. “Yeah,” Ruineth whispered, her voice raspy. Why didn't I listen to Damdær? Ruineth thought desperately.

“Okay,” Isa said, squirming a little. “You get some sleep, okay?”

“Sure,” Ruineth answered, her voice quavery. Damdær wouldn't lie to me. And only now do I realize it. That's really great.

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Ruineth awoke to find Isa hovering over her, Ruineth's dagger in her hand, in a non-threatening position. “What are you doing?!” Ruineth yelped, scrambling back.

“This fell out of your scabbard,” Isa said, shrugging her shoulders. Ruineth snatched the dagger out of Isa’s hand. “Well, don't hover over me that way!” Ruineth said crossly. “Okay,” Isa said carelessly.

“If you had dropped it, I wouldn't be here right now!” Ruineth said, continuing the argument. “Well, accidents happen. You know that right?”

“Of course I do,” Ruineth growled. “But you should at least try to do the right thing!” Isa nodded. “You should know that it's easy to forget.”

“Sure. Now since you woke me up at this ungodly hour, we might as well get this rifkin show on the road!” Ruineth yelled violently.

“Sure, why not?” Isa asked. “Forget it,” Ruineth growled, standing up and marching towards Goldenwell. “Okay,” Isa muttered, following her.

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You had to admit, Goldenwell was impressive. Its golden brick walls stood about two times as tall as a young dragon. Guards stood on the walls, waiting for any moment when the dragons could attack, so they could fire the artillery.

The streets were busy with merchants of every kind. “So. This is where our paths end,” Ruineth said, quoting one of Damdær’s books. “I guess,” Isa said, disappearing into the crowd.

So much for earning a friend. Or companion. I might as well find a place to stay the night, Ruineth thought bitterly. She grabbed a ribbon out of her bag, tying her hair up with it. The people around her kept staring at her.

Approaching a woman selling pottery, she asked, “Do you know where I could find a good, cheap inn?” The woman stared at her.

“Get out of here you Dædhel!”the woman shrieked, gathering her wares close to her. “Go back to your own wicked, cursed kind!”

“What do you mean?” Ruineth asked, puzzled. “The elves! Or are you hard of hearing?!” the woman screeched. “But I'm human,” Ruineth said.

“Are you blind as well?” the woman marveled. “No,” Ruineth said crossly. “Here, here,” the woman said, pulling a hand mirror out of her pouch.

Ruineth grabbed the mirror, looking at her ears. Only so I can prove this crazy woman wrong, Ruineth thought, rolling her eyes.

Her ears were pointed.j