Prologue
She snorted, revelling in the cheers of her people, bathing in the success of the Icewing Empire. As she raised her claws to the sky in celebration of the efforts of her people, a sudden jolt ran through her. Finally she wasn't the ruler of the Icewing tribe anymore, she was the ruler of the entire world! As she gazed down upon her people, the loyal citizens who had been there since the beginning, when she was but another young queen dreaming of making her people the most successful tribe in Pyrrhia. The world seemed to shake with fear as she commanded her animus dragons to isolate the Sandwings who remained, the foes who had been their greatest adversary during the war, who had slaughtered so many of her tribe. As she searched the crowd, she picked out the dragons who had been affected the most, weeping mothers, cowering dragonets, and injured war veterans, many on their last limbs. So many of her people had died or had their lives changed, whether from nightmares of friends dying, screaming for help, but they could do nothing as Sandwings tore their necks open, draining the last bit of life from their limp bodies. Some had been injured, or had lost relatives. She would avenge her fallen subjects by slaughtering the very tribe that had done the same to her people.
