Tsunami stepped out of the cave where they slept the previous night, where she had the dream about the ShiftWings. She stared behind her at the forest. It looked vaguely like the forest in the dream. Tsunami stepped towards it. She heard two other dragonets behind her.

"Isn't it familiar?" Glory asked.

"It does seem that way," Sunny answered.

"It's the forest from a dream I had," Tsunami said, turning around.

"Yes! That's where I saw it!" Sunny exclaimed.

"Same here," Glory said. "My dream was about a new tribe of dragons called the ShiftWings and they had the real prophecy."

"That was my dream," Tsunami said. "We should tell the others when they wake up." As if on cue, Clay and Starflight stepped out of the cave.

"Let's get moving," Starflight commanded.

"No!" Tsunami, Sunny, and Glory exclaimed at the same time.

"Why?" Clay asked. Tsunami explained her dream. When she mentioned the end when Evalor said she'll find them, the trees rustled as if on cue. A light purple dragonet stepped out of the forest.

"The other dragonets of destiny," Evalor said.

"A ShiftWing," Starflight growled. He flexed his claws, ready for a fight. Evalor did the same.

"NightWing," Evalor growled. Starflight pounced. Evalor rolled out of the way at the last minute. She crouched, ready to spring, when Clay stepped between the two of them. "Out of the way unless you want to be knocked out, MudWing," Evalor warned.

"No," Clay said. "Tsunami told me about the dream and that you're part of the prophecy. But we've survived the SkyWing Kingdom, and the SeaWing Kingdom all on our own. We certainly proved we can live on our own. If you continue to attack Starflight, we will continue the prophecy without you. We can and we will." Evalor listened closely to each and every one of Clay's words. She rose from her crouching position.

"Now, do you promise not to start attacking Starflight without reason again?" Clay asked.

"What do you mean?" Evalor asked.

"You just started a fight with Starflight for no reason. Say you won't do it again."

"Make Starflight promise that," Evalor growled. "He attacked me. I never got a chance to attack him, and I was acting in self-defense. In what universe did I start the fight?"

"In this universe," Starflight growled back. "You glared at me. Your expression said, 'Watch your back. You won't make it for the prophecy.' Or something like that. I simply defended myself."

"I never even looked directly at you until you growled at me!" Evalor defended.

"Promise you won't start any more fights," Clay repeated.

"I promise I won't start any fights riv onaj riv frek NightWing eekiv sonte wenig," Evalor vowed.

"What was that?" Clay asked.

"When a ShiftWing promises in Frinik, the ancient ShiftWing language, it cannot be broken. Even if only half of it is in Frinik, it is sealed."

"So what did you say?" Clay asked.

"Ask the know-it-all," Evalor said. "I've met NightWings before. Aren't they the smartest, Starflight?" Starflight nodded. Evalor snorted.

"I actually do know Frinik," Starflight said. "She said, 'I promise I won't start any fights as long as the NightWing doesn't start any.' But, when I studied the one scroll we had about the mythical ShiftWing and Frinik, it said nothing about sealing. In fact, it said that a promise made by ShiftWing cannot be sealed the least bit. Frinik is just a cover so dragons think the promise is sealed."

"You lie," Evalor accused.

"Promise again, this time, so we can understand you," Clay said.

"I promise I won't start any fights as long as the NightWing doesn't start any," Evalor vowed again. "Now make Starflight promise."

"Let it go, we know you threatened Starflight with facial expressions and he felt threatened and defended himself. He doesn't need to promise," Glory said.

"You know she can still attack me," Starflight said. "It doesn't matter what language she uses, ShiftWings never keep their promises. You can't trust any of them." Evalor mumbled something in Frinik no one could hear, but Starflight pretended to. He flexed his claws once again and pounced. Evalor heard him and rolled out of the way. She breathed fire at him. He flapped his wings, trying to avoid the flame. Evalor took to the skies. She flew higher than him, then lowered herself and turned him over. Evalor slashed at his tender underside and scratched one of his wings.

Starflight fell slowly to the ground. Evalor landed next to him. Starflight inspected his wing.

"Evalor, why would you do that?" Clay exclaimed.

"He attacked me!" Evalor exclaimed.

"You threatened me in Frinik," Starflight said.

"All I said was that this was so unfair!" Evalor roared.

"Calm down, Evalor," Sunny soothed. "It was a mistake in Starflight's Frinik."

"No, it wasn't," Evalor said. "I can tell he lied. You know, the ShiftWings aren't in the war. It was a ShiftWing as a NightWing who gave the prophecy. None of the other ShiftWings care about the war, why should I? Good luck trying to finish the war. You won't be able to." With that, Evalor flew off into the forest, to her kingdom.

"We don't need a ShiftWing," Starflight said. Sunny stared after Evalor. Tsunami and Clay glared at Starflight. "What?" he asked.

"You drove away the last dragon of the prophecy," Clay growled.

"The war will continue and never stop until every dragon is dead and it will all be because of you, and the first time you'll admit it is when you have deeper cuts than those scratches on you underside right now and you're about to die and there's no hope for you, or any of us," Tsunami roared.

"We're going to lose anyway," Glory said. "Why try?" The others started walking away.

"No, guys!" Starflight said. "We can still end the war! The ShiftWings had a fake prophecy, anyway." The other dragonets ignored him as they went to the forest to find Evalor.