Author's Note: This story takes place seventy five years after the events of Book 10.

15 years later...

'Ow... Everything hurts. What happened?' Searipper woke up, and noticed that she was chained to the floor of a stone cell. "Well, well, well. You're looking no worse for wear. Especially since you've been asleep for five days." said a voice snotily. "Oh yeah? Wait until I do this!" Searipper lunged towards the dragon outside of her cell, but suddenly, bolts of pain flared up and down wherever the chains were. "OW!!!" she roared. "Yes. You've figured it out, little SeaWing hybrid, haven't you? The chains are enchanted to give whichever prisoner who wears them an electric shock when that prisoner moves violently." The guard shimmered like a mirage, or a heatwave.

"WHAT???!!!" "Keep your voice down! Then maybe you'll get free faster, though probably not." "Oh, wow. That's reassuring. And by the way, where am I?" she snarled. "You're in the secret base of the Phantom Brotherhood. Dinner's at Twelve. Which means that you've got ten more hours to go before you're fed! Haha! Enjoy your stay!" the guard called as he walked off. 'Fine.' she thought. 'Well, I don't have anything else to do, so I guess I'll just scratch out how many days I've been here already. One... two... three... four... five. Done.' Searipper looked around the room, and observed her surroundings. She was in a bare cage with solid rock walls and bars near the top of the cell. The cage just cleared her horns. It was in a long room that looked like a warehouse made of stone, but she really didn't know what it was. All she knew was that the long room that her cage was inside of had a lot more cages cut into the walls, all with dragons inside of them, and all the dragons were hybrids.

After a while, she got bored, and remembered a song that her mother used to sing to her when she was a small dragonet. Her mother... she wondered where Current was, and whether she was still alive. Then she remembered. Current was dead. Killed, along with Searipper's four siblings, who were all purebred, somehow. Searipper remembered that Current's last words had been something like, "I'll be with you. In here. Current had placed her talon over Searipper's heart, and then pushed her away, saying, "Run!" She pushed the thought away, knowing that she'd never see her mother again, and focused on the song. She began to sing:

Sleep in the Ocean,

sleep on the Shore;

Know I'll be here for you

forevermore.

Sleep in the Mountains,

sleep in the Trees

Know I'll be with you,

and I'll never leave.

Sleep in the Mud swamps,

sleep in the Sand,

Know I'll be part of you,

and you, of the land.

Searipper was dimly aware that the other prisoners had stopped what they were doing, and the guards had stopped to listen as well. But she didn't care. She was just trying to get her mind and herself as far away from this place as possible. All she wanted was her family back.

Sleep in your Dream-scape,

sleep on the Plains;

Know I'll be with you,

now and again.

Sleep in the Ocean,

sleep on the Shore;

Know I'll be here for you

forevermore.

By the time Searipper finished with the fifth verse, she was crying buckets of tears, and based on the noise from the other cells, the other prisoners were, too. The guards were trying to hold back tears as well. Suddenly, a clamor was heard outside the iron door that was the room's exit. "...Get him in, and you won't have to worry about him fighting any longer." growled one of the guards.

Searipper looked out of her cell in time to see a thickly built and very angry SkyWing surrounded by several guards being herded into the cell next to hers. For a fraction of a moment, he caught her eye, and she noticed that his face looked more like a MudWing's in appearance, and he had startlingly bright brown eyes, with just a hint of blue-green in their depths. The hybrid looked away, and resumed fighting against the guard's efforts to get him into the cell. After several minutes, the clamor subsided, and the guards walked out of the room. 'Oh joy. The SkyWing-MudWing hybrid is probably going to be very grumpy over the next few days. And to think that I get to be right next door.' Little did Searipper know, she was right.