Hello readers! You might know me for being the author of Not Always Alone. Now, I am writing another WoF fanfiction, which is going to help me to stay on track and be more active writing. This will be written in Third Person Limited (if you know what that means). Enjoy the Prologue and I will see soon,

Zmike6

Prologue

An IceWing was flying across the frozen wasteland, the wind blowing against her. Flapping her wings to go faster, she began to go more tired as her killer drew nearer. She had to hurry, before the worst happened to her.

As her hopes died to find a safe haven, she saw the border from Ice Kingdom to the Kingdom of Sand. Her heart filled with pure joy and relief, but it was short lived, knowing that her time was close to being done. She urged her wings to keep her aloft, but they were disobeying her. It didn't matter anymore, because she was close to her safe haven, away from death and despair. She was close to the forest, and close to her companion.

The IceWing clutched her egg as the they flew into the hot, dry desert. She needed to keep her egg healthy, until she reached her destination. Soon after she passed the border, she turned slightly left to get to forest of the Mud Kingdom. As she neared, pain enter her wings, making her gasp in agony, but she needed to focus on getting her egg to safety.

Beating her wings more, the pain turned sharper and larger as she continued on in the night sky. No other dragons would be out tonight, she was sure of it. As she gazed off in the distance, she heard shouting from behind her.

They were close.

Panicked, the IceWing sped up on her flight speed and soon enough, dive bombed into the forest. She was met by the green vegetation, which let her pass into their domain. Gasping for breath, she lied down for a moment, her egg in her clutches. As she rested, her mind screamed at her to keep moving, knowing that she could die at any moment. She stood up, but her legs wobbled and her wings were sore: she wouldn't be able to fly again until tomorrow. She silently cursed as she managed her way into the lush green environment, looking for a settlement that she would recognize.

Cutting small branches and removing bushes, she looked around for her safe haven. Her claws printed their tracks into the damp mud, but she didn't care, she didn't have time before they would be on to her. As she continued on, she spotted a wooden cabin in the corner of her eye, making her blue orbs light up. This was it; this was the place where her son would be safe. She bolted for the cabin and swiftly landed on the porch leading to the front door.

Rapidly knocking on it, she impatiently waited for the resident to open the door, which came a few seconds later. The owner of the cabin was an NightWing, a handsome one at that. His silver eyes looked at her with concern as his wings ruffled unsettling. He looked quite surprised to see the IceWing in front of him, carrying her egg.

"Snowstorm?" the NightWing asked. "Shouldn't you be at the IceWing hatchery?"

"There's no time to explain, Nightchaser," Snowstorm responded. "They're on to me and are going to kill me. I need you to take care of my egg. Please." She begged the last part as she held out her egg, which had a small crack in it. Both dragons looked at it in fear, and Snowstorm thought she cracked it. Her thought on that soon vanished as the egg shook, erupting another crack into the egg. "They'll kill him, too, if you don't take him. The Queen will send out guards in a few days to find me when I she finds out I'm not at my post, but by then I'll be killed." She then began to leave the cabin, and into the darkness on the night.

"Snow," Nightchaser began, receiving a sorrowful look from the IceWing. "I'll protect you and your egg, this house is animus enchanted to only be seen by friends and trusted ones. Please stay, your child needs you."

"I'm sorry," the IceWing choked, "but it's best if I leave and never come back. It will be safer for him."

"I will not let you go to your death!"

"You don't understand! They'll kill you, too, if they find out you're helping me! Then no one will be able to take care of him!" She shouted, nodding at her egg as she approached the NightWing once more, before gazing back at her egg. The egg shook and more cracks formed in the shell, before a small, white head popped out. The hatchling squeaked, making Snowstorm tear up in joy and sadness.

"My beautiful dragonet," she whispered to the hatchling, tears streaming down her face. She looked up at the NightWing, who had a look of pity all over his face. "He will be named Celsius, please take care of him and raise him like an IceWing warrior." The baby IceWing squeaked, blinking at his mother.

"I promise," the NightWing promised, still holding the egg to Snowstorm. "Please Snowstorm, don't do this. I'll make this place impossible to find."

"No, this is the only way. I have to do this," the IceWing responded, tears now flowing like miniature rivers. She took off her necklace with seven circles, and handed it to the Nightchaser. "Please give him this to remember me by." She looked at her dragonet, who just gazed into her eyes. "Mommy has to go, baby." The hatchling just blinked at her and tilted his head, before giving out another squeak. "Goodbye, my little Celsius."

With that, she departed, sobbing mournfully with having to leave her only child she barely got to meet. Her heart ached to being with her son, but she knew it would be too dangerous. As she walked away, she heard the mournful squeaks on her son wanting to be with her. She paused and turned back, gazing at the hatchling and the NightWing one last time, before walking back to her death. She let the tears fall and the sorrow fill her. This was the only way for her son to live.

The baby IceWing just looked at her mother, squeaking loudly and mournfully, wanting her to come back. The NightWing who was holding him gazed at her, too. Before walking inside, with the hatchling close to his chest. Celsius started to cry, a sorrowful, heartbreaking cry.

Nightchaser gazed at the dragonet with a full wave of pity, before talking low with his eyes closed. A golden light came from his chest, and a room of the cabin started to form icicles in it. Snow came down from the ceiling and the bed became ice. The temperature of the room went below freezing.

The NightWing then walked into the room and placed the baby IceWing on the bed, before closing the door after him. The dragonet face was full of tears, and his thoughts were only on his mother leaving him. Closing his eyes, Celsius began to drift asleep, only before murmuring one word:

"Mommy?"

The end of the Prologue! This made my eyes water, considering this is the most depressing thing I ever typed. I hope you guys will enjoy this and I will see you soon.

Zmike6