A/N: Hello, and welcome. I am with [HKG], and you can call me Shadow. Am I a new author? No. I have been here two plus years, have written a 95 thousand plus word story that has 150 plus reviews, and have come here with the intent of make myself known to this archive. I hope you will all enjoy my story, as I am writing both to entertain you and grow in writing.

Real quick though, I need to explain something. You see, the books are weird with what they call the dragons paws, so I have to build off what there is. Basically, paw refers to the whole paw. Then they are taking about the actual claws at the end of their fingers or digits, I will say 'talons' or 'claws'. Got that? Paw is the hand, talon or claw are the fingers. Alright, enough babble. So, without further ado:

Time of Legends

A New Generation

Prologue

The young NightWing thrashed in her sleep, tossing and turning. her whimpers went quiet and unheard, her bared ivory teeth unseen as they flashed in the dark of the room. Her eyes were clenched tightly, almost tight enough for her eyelids to rip. Her claws dug into the pillows that acted as her bed, shredding the fabric and digging small groves into stone floor.

Swimming before her closed eyelids was horror. Death, destruction, battles so fierce and bloody that one would think Armageddon was being fought at that moment. She saw it all. She experienced it all, and there was no way to stop. She tried waking, but it was as if some force held her there, refusing the let the NightWing leave. She whimpered and begged, but the force refused.

At once, her eyes snapped open. The NightWing flung herself away from those cursed cushions and covers, the ones that had held her in their soft and treacherous embrace as she tried to free herself. She almost wanted to bun them in uncharacteristic rage. She couldn't. She had to do something. She was almost possessed. That same force that had held her in her nightmare now forced her to finish what it had started. There was no time to grab any ink or scrolls. She had to use what was available.

Without any hesitation, she dug her talon deep into the soft underside of her left foreleg, right at her elbow. She pulled it down to her wrist, digging a deep bloody trail into her foreleg. Dipping the tip of her talon in it, she began to write on the stone floor. She wrote like a possessed dragon, not pausing 'till she stared morbidly at the four lines beneath her. She covered it with a blanket from her nest of cushions and covers

Finally crying from the pain in her foreleg, she limped over to the doorway of her room. Pulling on the lever caused the circular, flat stone that was the door to roll away and allowed her to leave her room. She quickly found the nearest inkwell and scroll, then made her way back to her room, limping and whimpering, tears dripping down her face. When she returned to her room, she found no one else. She grabbed the lever and pushed it up, which moved the stone door back. She removed the blanket from her bloody verses on the stone, licked the blood from her talon, and transferred those horrid verse to the paper. When she had finished, she looked at the verses, taking time to finally read them.

Something is coming to shake the earth.

Something is coming to scorch the ground.

Jade Mountain will fall beneath thunder and ice,

unless the lost City of Night can be found.

A/N: Short, I know, but it is only a prologue, meant to kinda show you how I write and quickly intro the story. Nothing big of long, just short and simple.

Also, so no one says something like 'Armageddon is the end of the world, why did you say 'like it was being fought'. Armageddon is NOT the end of the world. It is a battle between God's army and Satan's army that happens at the end of the world.

Please review, otherwise I will have no idea what I am doing right or wrong. I will respond to any reviews in author's note at the end of each chapter, plus I will send the reviewer a PM if I can. Till next time.

SOLI DEO GLORIA