Quickwrite - Story Starters: Can Anyone Hear...

 "Can anyone hear me? Hello." Shatter wasn't used to being ignored. He was usually respected by every Icewing in the Icekingdom, for he succeeded in a duel between Crimson, the strongest most feared Skywing besides Peril. The last thing he remembered was fighting a Mudwing patrol that happened to make their way into the Icekingdom, now he's in the healers office. He reached over to a stone cup of glistening water sitting besides him, feeling oddly different. "AHH," screamed Shatter, staggering back away from the cup. It had gone straight through his palm - mysteriously glowing. "No," he shouted. "No, no, no, no! No I-I-but." Shatter shut his mouth when he saw something in the corner of his eye. Cautiously, he slowly turned his neck to see a glowing figure. "Mother!" Shatter charged over towards his mother, forgetting he's a ghost of an Icewing. He wrapped his arms around the young, female Icewing, feeling her cold scales press against his. 

Suddenly, he fell backwards, heavily breathing. "Mum," whispered Shatter, his talons shaking. 'Yes dear," said Crystal calmly. "Your a-." "Yes. I'm a ghost just like you. During the battle, the Mudwings bolted away. We assumed they gave up and fled so we carried on doing what we were doing. Little did we know, they just got reinforcements, sneaking in and attacking from the inside of the Kingdom." Crystal sighed. "I tried to stop them but that doesn't matter now, for we are both ghosts. Nothing can split us apart dear." "But I don't want to be a ghost! I want to be with my friends, be seen, be normal!" Shatter cried, clawing at the walls. He curled into a ball on the ground and sobbed.

From across the room, another ghost frowned at him. "What's wrong with him," he asked. "Doesn't he like to finally be dead, free of pain and, well, fearing death?" "He's just new to it." Snorted a grumpy looking female Icewing. "He'll get over it." "Over it," gasped another ghost, this time a very old looking one. "What do you mean over it?! How are you s'posed to get over being unseen by anyone except for hideous ghost?!" "Your not helping," whispered Crystal in the run-down dragons ear. Finally, Shatter got up and looked around the room at the disfigured ghosts. Some were in good condition, with only a few scratches, while others were beheaded, had missing limbs, but some were just piles of mangled dragon corpses. Usually, he would of thrown up. He might of been a strong fighter but he had a weak stomach. Surprisingly, he didn't. 'It's probably because i'm a stupid ghost,' he thought, swiping his talons through the thick ice wall.