Prologue
Inferno's POV….
Inferno sat on his throne he had ordered made for himself, signifying his importance in the Blazing Talons. He had left Scarab to deal with Frostbite, while he came here to wait.
There was the sound of talonsteps, and Inferno looked up to see Scarab approaching. She knelt as she reached the foot of his throne, bowing her head.
"Is it done?" Inferno asked, and she nodded. She stood up and turned towards the door.
"Frozendeath! Enter and present yourself to your master!" The SandWing called, and the IceWing entered, walking steadily up to the throne before kneeling and bowing his head.
"Well Frozendeath. How do you feel being bound to me?" Inferno asked, and the IceWing glanced up, his blue eyes glazed.
"I feel perfectly willing to carry out whatever commands you have for me, Inferno." Frozendeath said, his voice monotone. Inferno glanced at Scarab, nodding his approval.
"Well then Frozendeath, I have a mission for you." Inferno said, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "I have some dragons I need killed. Do it any way possible, but get it done."
Frozendeath nodded, his glazed eyes narrowing. "Permission to train myself here for a while before I attempt to take any out sire?" The IceWing asked, and Inferno nodded.
"Permission granted. You are dismissed Frozendeath." The SkyWing said, and Frozendeath nodded, standing up and walking out.
"Do you think he'll be able to kill them once he's ready?" Inferno said to Scarab as soon as the IceWing was gone.
"Oh, believe me." The SandWing said, her voice carrying a hint of malice. "He'll kill them all."
A/N:
So, a bit more interesting prologue than I usually have. If you can tell from the title, this book is going to be from Whitetip's POV. And it's going to be a bit more action packed then the ones before it.