Prologue

The Black Dragon was furious. How dare any human being come into her cave! With her mate dead and her egg not even near to hatching she was all alone, but she saw it in a positive way. Food was scarce here, and her colour made her even more obvious to a human's eye.

They must have followed her, she concluded, and how well armed they were! But she had dealt with humans before, and would deal just as easily with these.

They were warriors, she knew from their weapons and dressing style. But trained or not, they would be easily defeated. Baring her teeth as she went to the entrance her low, warning growl echoed through the cave. The humans were young adults and tried to keep her at bay with –so she thought- despicable little spear that wouldn't even puncture her scales. With an enthusiastic snarl, she thrust the first one out of the cave, the second one following shortly after his companion. Outside of her cave, she halted abruptly. That smell…it was the smell of blood. Near her cave entrance lay the body of her friend and companion. It was Sheba, the snow owl, killed by an arrow, her beak still open as if shrieking a warning cry. That's it! , the black dragon thought enraged and frustrated at the same time, they shall pay! Now the black dragon pounced on one of the warriors, killing him with her sheer weight. His companion reacted swiftly, thrusting his spear bravely at her. It missed her rib cage, but went through her wing instead. She screamed in pain. Not only had the spear ripped through her wing, but also stuck in between her two wings, the one place where she could be killed instantly. But, miraculously, she didn't die. Though thrown hard, the spear didn't go deep enough to kill her, at least not right away, she presumed. Suddenly tired she snapped at the warrior, who let out a cry of pain, before he died. The black dragon thought of Sheba, and how she –unlike this warrior- couldn't at least give out a last warning cry. A tear dropped onto the velvety soft feathers of her loyal companion. With one last thrilling cry, that sounded more like a heavy sigh of a wooden flute, blown into softly by the passing wind, she gave Sheba the last honor. After doing so, the black dragon quickly went into the cave and got out the egg. She knew she didn't have much time. As best as she could, she dragged herself through the snow, far away from her cave, and Sheba. When she thought she couldn't walk one more step, she curled up and let the egg rest beside her.

Soon she was covered in snow from the rough storm, her black scales should shine no more in the light of the sun on the everlasting whiteness of the snow and ice she loved so much. So did the great black dragon die. She didn't know that her young one would be saved and wrapped up in a tumult of adventures, not knowing that, soon a helping hand would come for the little one. But she did know that the young dragon in the egg would survive. Unlike Sheba, or the warriors she killed defending the young dragon in its egg, she died with a smile on her face, knowing she would be with her mate, soon.

Through the icy storm a single dog team runs. The musher shouts orders in the old language and his breath and that of his dogs rose steaming from their panting mouths and his own. All of a sudden, the musher shouted, he shouted because of the loud wind of the storm, to his lead dogs "Whoa, Luna! Whoa, Sam!" The two dogs did as they were told and skittered to a stop. The musher got off of the skis -before checking the brake, of course- and went to an unusually formed little ball of snow. It wasn't really a ball at all, more of an oval. The musher flipped back his hood and let the mass of blond hair under it escaped its tight bonds. The musher was, in fact, a girl. Her gloved hands easily picked up the object and surveyed it curiously. Then she put the oval object into the storage area in front of the skis and got back on. "Hike!" she yelled, and the dogs pulled hard, to get the sled going. But the girl was entirely somewhere else in her mind. She knew what this was, and she knew who to talk to. But would he listen to her?

This is jus the prologue and thus will not be very long. However, the next chapter will be, so thanks for reading and please review!-thank you!