Prologue: Frostbite

It was nearly sunset and Frostbite was dead tired. Though rare in IceWings, he was born with the inability to use Freezing Death Breath. When his parents found out about his disability, they shipped him off to the military, at the age of seven, hoping he could be of some use there. Though he put forth most of his effort into his training and on the battlefield, Frostbite never fully appreciated killing other dragons nor military life.

Frostbite was currently flying to his assigned sleeping quarters, which was in a cave near the IceWing and SandWing Kingdoms' borders, which he also shared with the rest of his company. He was also reviewing his schedule for tomorrow's training exercises.

Without warning, Frostbite's eyelids felt heavy with an ineffable feeling of drowsiness. He banked to the right sharply and began losing altitude. He couldn't straighten out because of the sudden, ineffable feeling of the lack of energy. He had to get to his cave before the drowsiness took over.

Unluckily, Frostbite's eyelids closed all the way, a couple hundred feet from the entrance of the cave, and he began to plummet from the sky.

Luckily, though, Frostbite managed to hit a soft snow drift, that stopped him completely, before he ran into the very same mountain he was flying towards. He didn't suffer a single injury.

Chapter I

Ferocious was in a strange room. The room in question was cubicle, with a large, round table in the center. The room was dimly lit, with absolutely no light sources to be seen. The walls and ceiling looked as if they were made of stone, though Ferocious knew they were not. On the opposite wall, across from Ferocious, was a pair of golden double doors.

Ferocious perfectly understood that he was only dreaming. Yet the dragons, that he just noticed sitting around the table at perfect distances from each other, looked so real. Ferocious guessed, very accurately, that the other dragons around the table must be dreaming the same dream also.

To his right, Ferocious saw a confused SeaWing that was apparently part of the SeaWing royal family, hence the stripes he saw. To his left, he saw the same RainWing queen that interrupted his lovely rub with his Sparkles the day before. Across from him, Ferocious saw two, very unusual SkyWings, with copper scales with gold streaks, obviously twins born with too much fire or no fire at all. Next to them was a confused-looking IceWing and a defective SandWing. Also around the table was a MudWing and a scared-looking NightWing.

Ferocious knew that the other dragons were scared and confused, but he didn't mind. Besides, he was the only one who knew why nine different dragons were having the same dream.

Thirteen years ago...

It was the worst scene in his life. His mother, Rouge, lying on a fresh battlefield, with a large scar running down her side. It was mid-afternoon, when Ferocious landed by her side, her breathing was ragged, yet she still lived.

"Mother, is there anything I can do for you?" he asked drastically.

Sadly, Rouge shook her head. Ferocious took one of her talons into one of his and hoped that it would be a quick death for his mother.

Quite suddenly, with the rest of her strength, she lifted her other talon and pointed at the satchel around her neck.

Her satchel, that she always carried with her, whose contents was unknown to him, was hanging loosely around her neck. Her last words were, "Take. Memorise. Burn."

What does it contain? Ferocious thought. Top secret documents from Queen Scarlet? A weapon? No, it has to contain a scroll, according to the size and shape.

Ferocious took the satchel off his mother's neck as she took her last breath and grew limp. Ferocious then closed his eyes briefly and silently mourned for his mother. He then took off and headed for the SkyWing army camp that was set up next to the battlefield, near his home. He landed next to Kestrel, who was yelling at a young recruit, and said simply, "I need to talk to you."

Kestrel stopped yelling, turned towards Ferocious, and asked with surprise clearly in her voice, "Is it that serious?"

Ferocious nodded gravely. Kestrel flinched. "Let me finish yelling, real quick," she said quickly.

When Kestrel was finished yelling, she and Ferocious flew off to their assigned sleeping quarters in another part of the camp. Ferocious showed her the satchel.

"My mother carried this everywhere ever since the beginning of the war. I do not know what it contains, but it is obviously very important to her," Ferocious explained. "My best guess is that it contains top secret documents from Queen Scarlet. Either that, or it contains something very important to her."

"Obviously," commented Kestrel. "But why would Queen Scarlet entrust a top-secret scroll to a common soldier? That's not her."

"Of course," Ferocious stated. "That's why I want to open the satchel up now."

Before Kestrel could protest, Ferocious took a claw and opened up the satchel by cutting a hole in the side. When Ferocious was satisfied with the length of the opening, that he had made, he reached into the satchel and grabbed the object inside. It was definitely a scroll, because he felt the soft parchment in his talon. He pulled it out and looked at the seal he had just noticed.

It was just a plain red wax seal, no official seal of the SkyWing Queen or anything. Just a featureless seal.

Ferocious looked at Kestrel. "It's definitely not a top-secret document," Ferocious observed obviously.

Kestrel was slightly annoyed. "Well, what is it?"

Ferocious responded calmly with, "Let's find out." He broke the seal, opened it, and read the title to Kestrel: "Something Very Important About the 'Dragonet Prophecy' that Morrowseer Delivered." Ferocious then looked at Kestrel and said, simply and plainly, "Cave."

They both took off, told their general where they were going, then headed towards the cave, in which he lived his whole life in. When they landed, they went to their sleeping quarters, in which they spent much time together before being forced into the SkyWing army and fighting for his least favorite SandWing princess. Not that she was big and scary, he just didn't like her personality.

When Ferocious and Kestrel arrived in their sleeping quarters, Ferocious unrolled the rest of the scroll and saw it was written by his mother, that it was of decent length, and it was also written for just him. He decided to read it aloud anyway.

Before Ferocious opened his mouth, he was pulled out of his trip down memory lane by NightWing female voice saying, "Welcome, Dragons of Destiny."