Inside the premises seemed more crowded than the outside. This time, filled with smaller dragonets, more his age. Animorph was already looking around, trying to map out where everything was inside the mountain. Windwhisper kept close to her, not wanting any unnecessary contact with any other dragonet. I hope that RainWing doesn't-. A loud, high-pitched and to Windwhisper; extremely annoying echoed.

"IT'S YOU!" It squealed. Oh no. Windwhisper turned around towards the source of the noise and... nothing. The RainWing he thought was there wasn't in the room. In fact there were no RainWings there. What was that? He pondered. He darted his eyes around, hoping to find some kind of owner of the voice, but no dragonets looked like they'd tried to talk to him.

"Odd." Windwhisper mumbled to himself, only to be heard by Animorph. She looked at him with a questioning look. Windwhisper turned to her, slightly puzzled. "Did you hear something right now?" He asked.

"No, but i heard you." Was all she answered with, it seemed someone must've been playing kind of prank, but if Animorph didn't hear it, then what was it? "Did 'you' hear something?" Her look becoming more questioning.

"Yeah, I did." He looked around again, yet again, no dragonet looked like they were trying to communicate with him. "Maybe I'm just crazy." This earned a small chuckle from Animorph.

"Maybe you are." She turned again, leaving the main hall towards a hallway labelled 'Library'. Then it came again... Try not to act crazy, I'm in your head after all. I'm so glad you came here. The voice went on, it seemed feminine as far as Windwhisper could tell. Who? What? Are you? He asked in his head. Ha! Silly thing, I'm your key, your key to-. Then it was gone. Key to what? Alerted by the voice in his head he looked around again... Nothing. I can't be crazy, I swear I heard a voice. "Come on Wind!" Called out Animorph from down the hallway. He then scurried down to catch up with her.

"So, about those 'clawmates', do I have to put up with them?" He complained, solemnly walking alongside Animorph. "I'd hate to put up with them." He complained again. Animorph sighed slightly at this.

"Yes, yes you do." She stopped in her tracks, they had entered the library. Looking around, scrolls and books were scattered everywhere, shelves stacked to the brim with old and new looking scrolls. Small seating areas planted all about, some made especially for certain tribes. It was as if for a moment, Windwhisper nearly smiled. Through his neglectfulness was a small bit of heart for literature. He would always sneak out to get scrolls to read. "I thought you didn't smile." A light chuckle emitted from Animorph, who was also smiling.

"This is.. Amazing." Windwhisper hopped around the shelves looking for scrolls he could read. He stopped at one book. "Look!" He stared at a book labelled 'The Wind Princess'. "That one was about the fabled Princess Hurricane!" He blurted out like an excited child. Animorph took a few steps closer to it.

"I guess you like that one." She took it from the shelf and opened it. "I've never heard of Princess Hurricane." She mouthed to herself. That's because she died a century ago. Windwhisper looked along more bookshelves, until something, someone, caught his eye. Hiding near a hallway was a clear white, small NightWing. However, when he blinked, it was gone. Quickly he gazed around the library, but it wasn't there. What was that? A small tap on his shoulder broke him from this thought. "Come on." Animorph had already placed the book back. "Let's go to the Main Hall, that odd blind librarian said we'd be put in Winglets soon." Oh I forgot.

"I better not be with that RainWing, I don't want to play Coconut Roulette with her." He spoke sternly, his mind still lingered on that NightWing he saw. Maybe I'll see it in the hall, during the Winglet session. Almost ignoring Animorph he began to tread back to the hall, bumping into a cold blur.

"HEY WATCH IT!" The two almost said simultaneously. In front of his was a very vexed IceWing, her expression almost as cold as the actual cold that came off her. Though her stance seemed formal, her expression was not. The scariness was only added by the long jagged scar down her eye, but more like through her eye, if it was even there. It began to growl at him, almost uncontrollably. "Do you know who I am?!" Coyly, Windwhisper looked at Animorph who shrugged, and looked back.

"If I'm honest I have no clue." He shrugged at it. Silence followed. The IceWing scoffed slightly. Oh dear!

"I! AM THE HEIRESS!" She quickly paused. "You know what, nevermind," She swished around and stormed off.

"Geez, talk about being given the 'cold' shoulder." Animorph spoke from behind, smirking slightly, earning a blank look from Windwhisper. "What! I thought it was funny." BONG BONG. A bell sounded. "That must be the warning." Animorph went down the hall, closely followed by Windwhisper. Just keep listening, hehe, I'll talk again soon. That voice again?! What does it want? Soon there was a flock of dragonets crowding around the hall, dragonets of all sorts from all over Phyrria.

"Attention everyone!" A large SkyWing boomed out, it was the SkyWing from the entrance, yet again, holding a clipboard. "My name is Westilles, and from today I welcome you to this prestigious academy for dragonets!" Every dragonet in the room listened with open ears as the SkyWing preached on. "From today you will be placed in Winglets, these Winglets will be comprised of seven dragonets, one from each tribe." One! From each! Windwhisper's heart sank, and he was sure that Animorph's did the same. "Now, I will name each individual from their Winglet. Starting with the Amber Winglet!" Westilles firmly tapped her clipboard, as if scanning down a list. "Bubble!" A small SeaWing's head popped up from the crowd.

"Yes!" The SeaWing called out, making his way to the front, nervousness showing on his snout. He glanced around hesitantly as all the eyes in the hall pierced at him.

"June!" The Westilles called out. A large slim SkyWing aggressively barged their way through the crowd up to the front. "Now that's no way to treat others now is it fair daughter. June sighed, rolling her eyes before walking next to Bubble, who looked like he was about to have a panic attack.

"Hazel!" A small SandWing popped out from the crowd. A small, gold bracelet and rings on its tail glimmering in the light. It said nothing and remained next to Bubble.

"Windwhisper!" Oh moons why me? He quickly got pushed to the front by Animorph who coyly whispered to him.

"Enjoy your new friends bud." She quickly sank back into the crowd. June smirked slightly, but it didn't seem like she meant it in a good way. Bubble and Hazel looked at each other before shrugging. Windwhisper peered over the crowd, searching for the white NightWing, but to no avail. I must be crazy. Oh well, at least there's a slim chance of me getting stuck with that weird RainWing and annoying IceWing, there's like six others I could be put with.

"Aurora!" Unluckily for WindWhisper, the same IceWing from the hallway came forth, mouthing to herself.

"Cannot believe I was put with you miscreants." She mouthed off to herself, staying as far away from the Winglet as possible. So what now? A MudWing and a RainWing.

"Sediment!" A large brawny MudWing came forth, the entire Winglet backed away at the size of it.

"Ahoy there Winglet!" It politely greeted. For a dragonet so big he sure is... kind. None of the dragonets answered him, except for Bubble who waved excitedly.

"And finally." Windwhisper held his breathing, praying silently. Please don't be.. "Juniper!" An excited squeal filled the cave as a vibrating RainWing rocketed to the front of the crowd, bouncing back and forth to each member of the Winglet.

"Well it seems you're all happy with your Winglet, onto the next one, the Onyx Winglet. Starting with, Animorph!" A short period of silence was shortly dismayed as when Animorph came forward a voice boomed out.

"ANIMUS SCUM!" A large, lengthy SkyWing came thrashing forward, heading for Animorph, noticing this Windwhisper intervened the SkyWing. "OUT OF THE WAY!" It roared in his snout.

"Don't you dare, do anything to her, or I will do it back to you, double the pain." Windwhisper threatened, sharpness in his voice as he stood up to the raging SkyWing.

"Hngh! Little punk! Got some bone have you! We'll sort this outside! An Aerial Brawl!" The SkyWing demanded with no hesitation. The crowd murmured and Westilles looked around hesitantly.

"Fine by me." Windwhisper speared back at the SkyWing who smirked and took off. June sat back laughing.

"Dumb NightWing! You just challenged a SkyWing to an air battle!" June chuckled and rolled about even more. "Poor thing, so dumb." Windwhisper wasn't fazed by her words, in fact he was ready to surprise them all, in and aerial brawl.