So just for your information, '' means the character is thinking, "" means they're talking, and I hope you enjoy this five-book series!

Ps: There are plenty of spoilers for the canon series, all the way up to THE LOST CONTINENT.

-Necrokinetic

Book One: Wings of Metal

Prologue:

Sparrow stood in the wastes that were the mountain passes in the southeast Sky Kingdom. An ambush had occurred, with the Icewings completely slaughtering the Skywings flying by the narrow pass. He was the only survivor, as he had used a special ability of his to breath smoke around the rocky walls, as to make sure the Icewings would not smell nor see him. His lungs were immune to overheating, as was caused by most dragons when they overused their fire breathing glands in their throats.

After all, he was the dragonet born with less fire a few years ago. The elders had wanted him, saying that he wasn't a monster that burnt everything that he touched. He snorted. The first years really HAD been annoying, with the queen "valuing" his smoke breathing ability, to the other dragonets mocking him for his apparent inadequacy in the arts of fire. "Oh please", he had replied, "as if it's my fault I was born with no fire."

Still they had ignored him, belittled him, scorned him. But look at him now. The only reason he survived was because he had his talent, he told himself. But he still didn't feel any better, being the odd one out, standing in the centre of all his dead allies. "I guess it's better than being gruesomely murdered by Icewings," he muttered. He heard a faint dragging sound coming from deeper inside the mountain pass. 'Huh, I should probably take a look at whatever is is in there,' thought Sparrow.

He surreptitiously crept towards the entrance of the deeper passes and peered in and almost gasped in surprise; a female Icewing was lying unconscious in a half-lit patch of the pass. He adjusted his glasses, walked closer, and noticed something. The Icewing looked to be about his age, 10, and for some reason also had frost hardening around her on the ground. She was extremely cold to get near to, much less touch. It seemed sort of like his missing sister's ability, but inverted in terms of temperature. She was also very pretty. Sparrow forced himself to not stare at the unconscious Icewing.

'THREE MOONS! She's one of the ENEMY FORCES,' frantically thought Sparrow. 'I can't LIKE an Icewing, it just doesn't happen.' He paused. 'But then again, she IS injured right? So it shouldn't be much of a problem to take care of her.' 'Maybe, just maybe, she won't turn out to be like the other Icewings, and I can find out what exactly her ability does,' Sparrow reasoned.

The Icewing's scales were a tint of bluish-white, and glowing blue between the scale segments.

"Except for the fact that she's FREEZING COLD?!", ranted Sparrow. "Just how will I carry her out of the cavern, much less take care of her?" Sparrow sighed. "Oh well, I guess I'll have to stay here a bit longer", said Sparrow. Little did he know that taking care of the Icewing would be not at all what he expected.

A few days later...

Taiga woke up suddenly after experiencing the same nightmare she had some nights; the queen ordering her far away from the core of the Ice Kingdom, towards the border, to act as a sentry in the mountain ridges.
Apparently this was for her own good, so she wouldn't hurt any of her fellow dragonets just by touching them. Lost in thought, she failed to notice Sparrow walking towards her from the entrance of the deep mountain pass.
"Oh, you're finally awake!"

Taiga immediately whirled around to see a rather mild-looking Skywing wearing a pair of glasses standing in the doorway. "Who are you, what do you want, and why are you just standing there? " yelled Taiga.

"Um, I'm Sparrow, I sort of saved your life, and I guess I'm just happy to see you awake," Sparrow sheepishly said.

Taiga blushed, no one had even wanted to be in the same ROOM as her, much less be happy to see her.

"So, why were you just lying on the floor unconscious?" asked Sparrow.

"I have no clue, maybe it was that wave of fiery smoke from the entrance of the mountain pass," replied Taiga.

Sparrow coughed, "Well, that might have been me who did that," he said quietly.

"How? I thought Skywings could only breath fire," asked Taiga.

"Well you see, some Skywings are born with more or less fire," explained Sparrow, "I happened to be born with less fire, so I can only make smoke. But still, I have high heat endurance and my lungs can filter smoke away, so I guess I got off lucky...?"

"That's amazing!" exclaimed Taiga, "It's like your ability comes from a completely different branch of dragons!"

Sparrow grinned, "It's not THAT cool, except I can use it a lot more than regular dragons." Suddenly, he remembered, "Wait, what's your name? You never mentioned it," asked Sparrow, "Also, what's that ice aura around you? It reminds me of the firescales my missing sister apparently has, but is it really made of ice?"

Taiga sighed."Unfortunately, the condition I have is called frostscales, and for some reason, it's extremely rare amongst the Icewing population." "I probably inherited it from some long dead relative of mine." She paused,"By the way, my name's Taiga."

"Oh, sure! Well, Taiga, we should probably leave for a remote part of the continent and just lie low for a bit, considering the queens might find it suspicious that two of their dragons with special abilities simply vanished," Sparrow said strategically, "and since the queen sent you out of the kingdom, we might as well just completely leave altogether!"

Taiga thought for a moment, did she REALLY want to go "home", where no one cared whether she lived or died? Sparrow had shown her more kindness than anyone had for the entirety of her short life. "Okay, let's go then," Taiga agreed, "where should we go for the rest of our exile?"

Sparrow considered his choices. He could go to Possibility, where a whole bunch of different dragons lived. But then again, he was pretty sure the townsfolk would notice two dragons who breathed smoke or radiated cold. Or they could go to the fabled Lost Continent, where the Legends of the Hive took place.

He had figured out the mystery of Clearsight when he was merely 4 years old, though no one had believed him. He had long suspected she went to the Lost Continent after she killed Darkstalker. He shook his head. The Lost Continent was much too far away, and none of them were Seawings who could navigate around the endless blue ocean that surrounded Pyrrhia.

Or, they could live in the Bay of a Thousand Scales. It was quite secluded, and no one would suspect them to go THERE. It was supposedly empty, though some islands had villages where they could reside with other dragons and live a peaceful, unassuming life. The Bay of a Thousand Scales sounded GREAT at this point. After all, what better place for a dragon to lay low? "Okay, we're going to the Bay of a Thousand Scales!" Sparrow announced.

Taiga looked up. " The Bay of a Thousand Scales?" she inquired.

"Yep," Sparrow replied. It was time that they forged their own path in the world and met new dragons who wouldn't reject them solely for their uniqueness and abilities. "Well then, we should get going now, before the Skywing border patrol arrives," commented Sparrow.

"To the Bay of a Thousand Scales!" said Taiga excitedly.

And they flew out of the mountain pass, into the blue sky, and towards the Kingdom of the Sea.