Disclaimer; I do not own Wings of Fire, including but not limited to the tribes, Pyrrhia, any and all characters created by Tui T. Sutherland, etc. However, I do have the rights to my original characters, although I have no objections if your original character happens to have the same name as mine. Just make it a coincidence, okay? This is my first fanfiction, but not my first story. In fact, I am a published author with one book available online...somewhere...I'm not sure what it's called but I know it's there! Anyway, good reading and may you not die in horror! It might be kind of predictable, but bear with me here. I'll try to update with chapters regularly. Have fun!

The Pyrrhia Prophecy

For ten years peace swept the land

In the kingdoms of ice, rain, sea, mud, sky and sand

Jade Mountain was saved from a dragon of spite

Two prophecies have led to what is right

But now new threats are in store

The queens are being targeted, and more

One by one, each will fall,

Unless seven dragons unite to save us all

An Icewing with scales of shimmering blue

A Mudwing whose fire is always true

A Nightwing whose voice has fled

A Rainwing with claws of dread

A Sandwing who can sense a lie

A Seawing who will never fly

A Skywing whose scales can withstand snow

All of these dragons together will know

Raised together from hatching

Friendships must be strong

To cease the snatching

Of dragons that in the throne belong

And despite a betrayal in the throng

They will stop the one doing wrong

And save the land of Pyrrhia

Chapter One

Crystal

Crystal stood atop the mountain, scales gleaming brilliant blue in the sun. It felt like she was melting underneath the heavy heat, but it was worth it to feel like she was on top of the mountain, on top of the world. Serrated claws gripping the ground, she wondered how the Icewings had ever managed to hand her over to the "Prophets". Please. They couldn't predict someone falling off a cliff if they were the ones to push them. Clutching the grass even tighter, she remembered for the thousandth time that all the Prophets wanted to do was groom her into adulthood, so she could fly out into the world with her friends and save the queens. She growled deep in her throat. Ugh! She could just…

CRYSTAL!

"Aaaaaargh!" She roared, jumping into the air. "Darkmystic, you startled me! You know not to…"

If you're saying something, you know I can't hear. The voice in Crystal's head interrupted. My mind only works one way, and anyway, Frost told me to call you. It's time to eat.

"Hmmmph!" Crystal grumbled. She would have said more, but no one could hear her, and anyway, she WAS hungry. Plus, complaining with no one to hear never got a good leader anywhere. So, assuming a stalwart frown, she strode down the mountain towards the cave she called home.

Storming into the cave, Crystal snorted a furious frosty cloud and positioned herself angrily in a corner. In the center of the cave, three her friends were hungrily munching on what used to be a cow. A chocolate Mudwing detached herself from the throng and came over to sit next to Crystal. She didn't say anything for a while, just looked at Crystal sympathetically.

"Do you want some food?" The Mudwing asked quietly.

"Not right now, Brook, I'll wait until the WILD BEASTS are finished." Crystal replied, purposefully raising her voice. A black head looked up, hurt.

Now, Crystal! Darkmystic pouted. That's no way to talk about someone who called you in! If I hadn't, you would have missed dinner entirely!

"You startled me." Crystal pointed out. "I was having a fine time, quietly enjoying the view, when your loud voice came clanging around inside my head!"

All right, Darkmystic said. I apologize for startling you. But you know, Frost would have had my head if I didn't call you in! She's always so worried that someone will try to steal us. It's crazy! Having shared this opinion, Darkmystic retreated inside his head, a place that he normally kept private. But Crystal's spoken words had ignited the interest of the other dragons assembled.

"Now what were you two talking about?" A sharp voice emerged from the fray, followed by a brilliant orange scaly head. "We could only hear what Crystal said, and a one-sided conversation is not very interesting. So spill it."

"For your information, Flicker," Crystal smirked. "Today's topic was Frost." A snort emerged from the Skywing, followed by a cloud of smoke.

"HA! Frost. Never lets a single one of us forget how important we are to the prophecy, yet constantly reminds us how inferior we are to her tribe. Except for you, Crystal."

"Hey, being amazing isn't all fun and games. Whenever I do something wrong, she goes ballistic, berating me and telling me that I should do better, and that I have an obligation to my tribe to be better than everybody else. Which I am, but still…" As Crystal spoke, Brook nodded along encouragingly to both points. Deciding that the conversation needed to come to an end, Flicker tossed her head, blowing more smoke into the cave, and returned to eating the cow. Peering her square head, Brook eyed the carcass.

"Um, Crystal, the food's almost gone. Everybody else has already had quite enough. You should probably get in there and finish it off." Crystal nodded.

"Alright everyone! Are you done yet so that I can eat?" Obligingly, all the dragons nodded and backed away, Flicker with an exasperated eye roll.

"Honestly, Crystal, what's with the whole 'eating last' thing? It's so melodramatic."

"Hey, if I try to eat while you all are, I'll probably get whacked in the face with a stray limb or something. Now let me at it." As Crystal dug into the remains of the cow, she noticed something. "Where are the others? You know, Scorpion, Siren, and Rhododendron? Also, where is all the supervision? Aren't the gaurdians afraid that we'll kill each other if we're left alone?" In response to her inquiry, Flicker stepped forwards with an explanation.

"Frost took those three out hunting for another cow, but not before having you called in. The other gaurdians are still at that meeting. Gosh, is it taking forever! I wonder what it's about…" Crystal smirked.

"Probably us. After all, we are the all important prophecy dragons." By this time, Crystal was full and the cow was gone. So it was a good thing that Frost arrived at just that moment with three other dragons trailing behind.

"Alright, since you four have already gorged yourself on that cow, step back and let the others enjoy their catch." The huge Icewing ordered sharply, ridged claws scraping the floor as she moved to the side, allowing her wards to fly in. And they did. Flapping heavily, a husky Sandwing dragged another cow through the sky, while a sleek Seawing perched guiltily on his back. Nearby a bright yellow flash could be seen zipping around, chattering excitedly.

"OHMYGOSH, great job you guys, and, like, Siren, that was great considering that you don't have wings and can't fly. Also that's so strong of you, Scorpion, cause like that probably weighs alot because it's a BIG COW and we caught it all on our own, and did you see that flower, it was like the almost same color as my scales, but not my scales all of the time, just most of the time, cause they change colors, y'know? And OH LOOK there's the cave, we're almost there, just a little bit further, come on, you can do it, ooh pretty rock." The Sandwing, Scorpion, just grunted and flapped harder, determined to reach the cave and outrun the Rainwing's pesky chatter. Meanwhile the Seawing nodded along to the endless stream of conversation and looked for all the world like the last thing she wanted to do was be a burden because of her deformity. Luckily fate was merciful to poor Scorpion, and they swooped in for a landing barely a minute later. The cow landed with a thump on the stone floor, and Scorpion paused for a moment as Siren slid off and his cramped muscles rested.

"Rhododendron, you were absolutely NO HELP AT ALL. All you did was fly around and get distracted by shiny things, all the while talking like there was no tomorrow, which there won't be for you if you ever do that again!" He stated forcibly. Siren winced.

"Scorpion! Don't hurt her feelings!" Her voice was musical and gentle, lulling all the dragons present.

"Sorry." Scorpion mumbled shamefully. But his comment, however rude, had no effect on the tittery Rainwing.

"Huh? Did someone say something? HEY, somebody looks grumpy!" She tisked gleefully, looking at Crystal. "Were you on the mountaintop complaining to yourself about our destiny again?" The teasing words poured cheerfully out of Rhododendron's mouth, but made Frost turn her gaze skeptically on Crystal.

"Is this true? Are you having doubts about the merit of your future to fulfill the prophecy? Because you know, this is the most important thing that you will ever have to do in your insignificant lives!" Inwardly, Crystal groaned. Here we go again. You had to hand it to her, Frost was very convinced that the Pyrrhia Prophecy and all the dragons in it would save Queen Snowdrift and the others, as well as the land of Pyrrhia. Frankly, Crystal herself was a skeptic. There had been prophecies before, and although they both came true, it was never in the way expected. Although she was not opposed to the idea of going out with her friends to save the world. They had all agreed that when it was time for them to be released, they would need one of them to lead them, and Crystal desperately wanted to be that dragon. She felt confident that with her in charge, all seven of them would gallantly fly around Pyrrhia, saving the queens and the world, and, above all, staying safe and together. It was just the prophecy part that she was unsure of. She would save the kingdoms her own way, thank you, no prophecy telling her what to do.

While all of this was rushing through her head, Frost was lecturing her, and, by extension, all of the dragons present, about the importance of the prophecy to the land. Crystal examined all of her friends one by one. Brook, who was trying to pay attention, but kept losing focus and retreating inside her head. Darkmystic, who for all the world looked the image of a perfect student, wings folded, staring at Frost, but everyone could tell that he was lost in that mute mind of his, thinking whatever it was that he thought. Rhododendron, still a vibrant yellow, who wasn't even trying to appear as if she was focusing, cheerfully eating and simultaneously playing a game with her tail. Scorpion, who was eyeing Frost shrewdly, making judgements in his mind while cautiously taking nibbles from his hard earned prey. Siren who was aptly listening to Frost's lecture, taking it in while envisioning their future and eating cow with shining eyes. And finally, Flicker, who stared eagerly at Frost when she was turned towards her, but, as soon as her back was turned, mocked her ruthlessly. As Crystal took all this in, she realized that if she was going to be stuck saving the world with six other dragons, she was glad that it was these six instead of anybody else.