Prologue
"Sir." A voice cut through the darkness, rousing the cunning IceWing from his thoughts. "It is almost time." Another IceWing stepped inside the cave.
"Good." The dragon's mouth curled into a malicious grin. "Soon, I will have revenge on the NightWings for what they did to my family…" He flexed his claws. "...Especially that Starflight… It's his fault my father died…"
"Yessir."
The scarred dragon's grin became wider. "Send them out."
"Yessir, General Frostbite." The dragon stepped out of the cave, bowing deeply. "Your wish is my command…"
