OH MY GOSH! THE PLAGUE IS OVER!
I.
CAN.
POST!
YEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! It has been, SO long since I've posted a new fic! This new profile doesn't have the "Profile Death Glitch" on it! I can post new fics! And I'm going to be posting empty fic slots, with explanations regarding the PDG(Profile Death Glitch), on my profile, as insurance in case this glitch ever happens again. if it does, then at least I'll have some pre-created extra fic slots to post a few new fics in before I go crazy. I'll do the same to the slots on my old profile where these fics used to be.
If you want any information on the PDG, or what the heck is going on here, visit my old profile and skip to the last chapter or two; It should provide some more clarifying information.
Secrets in the Ice
Snow and ice howled in the night as the blizzard raged, swirling snowflakes through the air. As ice blew through the air, a red and black dragon trudged through the snow, a silvery bundle dangling from his jaws. The bundle let out a squeak of protest as he stumbled into a deep snow mound, arching his long, red and black neck to keep the wet bundle of scales from getting in the snow.
He clambered out of the mound, and set a silver dragonet with blue wings down on the ice. He licked her behind the horns and nuzzled her with his snout. "It's not far now ,my precious dragonet." He assured her, though he knew she wouldn't understand what he was saying. She opened her mouth and let out a pathetic mewling sound as he bent down and picked her up by the scruff of her neck. He knew that the scruff would vanish over time as the dragonet grew ,as it was only there so that the parent dragon could carry it.
Soon, as he neared a large ice stalagmite, a large, silvery figure seemed to loom up out of the ice.
" I assume that you brought the dragonet?" the figure roared above the howling wind of the blizzard," It would be a pity if you had forgotten our deal."
The red and black dragon trudged through the snow toward the other dragon, and set the dragonet down in front of him. " I did not forget, Niroc. This wind is impossible to fly through; we had to walk." The Flamewing told him, curling his tail around his paws.
Niroc nodded with a grunt. " And the other?"
Corin tensed" Dead. Like his mother.
"And there is no proof they ever existed?" Niroc pressed.
"No" Corin answered, almost to quiet to hear over the howling wind.
There was silence among the two dragons for a moment, in which all that could heard was the howling of the blizzard. " Vey well, then." Niroc said slowly." The deal is done, the deed is done."
He stepped forwards to take the dragonet in his jaws, and she let out a pathetic squeak of protest as she was carried away. Niroc turned to leave the Flamewing in the blizzard, his Icewing scales blending into the snow.
"How do I know she will be safe?" Corin called after him, every fiber of his being desperate to cling to the she-dragonet. The best her could do now, though, was be sure she would be safe. Niroc froze, setting the dragonet down and turning his head to look at his snow-blown fiery counter part.
"My personal servant recently hatched a daughter. She lost one egg to the cold; she would be more then happy to take in another." he told him coldly. He picked up the dragonet again, leaving Corin to the elements once more.
"And Niroc!" the Icewing tensed, growing agitated with the old Flamewing's voice. He didn't turn around this time. He continued walkeing, and was just barely close enough to hear what Corin roared next.
"Her name is Silver."
Please review; reposting this fic means that it no longer has any noticeable publicity or popularity. I would really appreciate it if the review count could be reguvinated. Oh, and to those of you who actually follow Amberstar of Thunderclan's Siblings, it will be posted on her profile shortly.
