Sub-Zero was not a normal dragon. Compared to other dragons, except the IceWings, he was quite the anomaly, being the only one who harboured his powers. He clearly wasn't an animus, far from it even. His power, revolved around the the fact that he didn't have the usual IceWing frostbreath and was concentrated into something else that no one could have imagined.

The absence of the frostbreath was not gone without a replacement, which was unique. He had the ability to control ice, forming it out of the air using the water vapor, and using it to make tools or weapons, depending on what he needed at the moment. He usually used these powers for getting around quickly, for example making an icy path that he could skate across, without having to put too much effort. He rarely used this for fighting, but his SkyWing parents insisted that he must take combat lessons, which now he is a great fighter, but not very bulky. Unfortunately, his SandWing trainer had died due to a horrible condition, and had grown more quiet over the years, as his parents noticed, which is why they sent him off to Jade Mountain Academy.

He had white scales, with jagged spikes that resembled the icy cliffs back in his homeland, which he had barely seen. He had a whip thin tail that trailed off to a bluish-white colour near the tip, and he had a blue underbelly that was in the medium of being pale and vibrant. Due to his abilities, he was colder than most IceWings, but not by much.

Due to this, when the warmer air was exhaled out of his body onto his cold aura, whenever he talked, mist surrounded his face and the only thing that dragons could see was his jetblue eyes looking through the mist. His SkyWing parents asked an animus SeaWing to create a special mask around his mouth only, so that the mist wouldn't shroud his face.

The mask was high quality leather, with black leather straps that was hard to distinguish from the rest of the mask. The most accentuated feature was that it had a line going through it, with small branches off of it, which could go unnoticed to an untrained eye. The line had a bright, icy blue filling, made of a special substance that was created by the animus SeaWing, and when his parents asked what it was, the SeaWing wouldn't tell, so his parents left him at that. This mysterious substance made sure that he was still at his usual cold temperature, for he would sweat and that would be very uncomfortable for an IceWing, especially for one that was colder by the other IceWings, even if by a bit.

He was not very bulky, relying on his cryomantic abilities and quick attacks to defeat an opponent. He did not like killing, or fighting other dragons for that matter. He would rather talk to the offending dragon and solve things that way. If they did not cooperate after multiple tries, he would not hesitate to fight, but he would always try not to kill, unless they were a very major threat.

Sub-Zero's POV

I was slowly flying on my way to Jade Mountain Academy. My wings ached due to the distance from Possibility, but I pushed myself until I reached the academy, which I hoped wasn't far from now.

I was never given a map, not even given the chance to ask for one. My parents said that I needed to become more aware of my surroundings, and thus they sent me off in the general direction of the academy.

I looked back, and saw a bunch of dragons and their dragonets flying their way to the academy. I really did not know where it was, so I decided to fly with the mob of these dragons and use them to get to my destination.

I whisked away into the wind, semi-enjoying the nice air currents that swept me along to Jade Mountain. I couldn't wait to get there, to take actual classes, as I had a passion for science, although I wasn't allowed to study it, and even if I was able, no one in Possibility was very good at science. After all, if you were a professor or a scientist, you wouldn't live in Possibility, as it was a quite 'ghetto' area, as he liked to call it.

At the same time, I felt insanely nervous, my head starting to pound from all the stress, but I continued on forward, knowing that there was a treasure ahead of me.

A few hours later…

I could now clearly see the Claws of the Cloud Mountains, their jagged and sharp peaks piercing the sky, and I was musing on how accurate and good of a name it was. I flew on forward, putting a little more pressure on my wings and leaned them forward, to gain a little bit more speed as my wings were starting to tremble from pain.

I spotted Jade Mountain, and angled myself downward, and flapped my wings hard, and then curled my wings around my body, mimicking a homing missile. Using my outstretched claws, I quickly made thin blocks of ice that wouldn't hurt me too much as I smashed right through them, the feeling making me feel relieved and all the while giving me sense of euphoria.

I finally landed. It wasn't graceful by any means, as I mimicked a homing missile, so after breaking all the ice I just rolled over on my side multiple times, encasing myself in a thin layer of ice that would help protect my wings and body from receiving too much scratches and bruises, while the friction caused by my rolling would force me to stop eventually.

I got up, making the ice around be me vaporize into thin air with a simple flick of my claws. I took in the surroundings around me.

The entrance to the mountain was really big, and lit with torches on the walls, many of them, and I could only imagine how many torches would have to be put for the entire Academy. The humongous cave entrance was crowded with dragons pouring in and out, smaller and bigger dragonets going in, and could guess that the smaller ones were new, while the older ones were returning for their next year. The full grown dragons, presumably adults and guardians, were going out hastily, saying their goodbyes as they took off.

I pushed my way through the crowd of dragons, but not after receiving angry mutters such as "Watch it, IceWing," or "Get out of the way," and I paid no heed to them as I continued shoving through the crowd.

Finally, I made it through the crowd of dragons and sighed. Hopefully it isn't like this inside, I thought ominously. I was here two days early before the lessons and classes started, and the days were designated days for the new students to check what is around by themselves, and the respective 'winglets' would be assigned tomorrow.

I couldn't help but feel quite nervous, as it was my first time attending the academy, but I was used to the usual hustle and bustle here, as I experienced this in Possibility as well.

I walked through the hallways, glancing around me every so often. The hallway was quite big, and small secondary caves were there, probably for classes and the winglets residence, although it was closed for now as classes started day after tomorrow, and they had to get ready with no interruptions.

I looked ahead of me, and realized that all tribes were here, and all I could see ahead of me were a mix of black, red, white, blue, brown, green, yellow, and every colour of he rainbow, probably displayed by the RainWings that were excited to come here, or even nervous.

Many of the dragons put their wings over their eyes to be shielded from the bright light and the merged colors, but being an IceWing, I was naturally able to withstand the brightness.

I just realized, if there are going to be this many dragons, I'll probably have to mingle with a good chunk of them, and I'm not very socially adept, I thought. A shiver went through my spine, and I was starting to get really anxious, and I didn't realize that I was unintentionally creating a trail of ice below me, a clear sign that I was getting nervous and anxious. I hope it doesn't happen when I'm talking, I certainly don't want other dragons to know that I'm nervous at that moment.

I usually could grip very slippery ice, but the palms of my talons wer becoming sweaty, and I wasn't able to clean it off and my usual strong grip had been diminished. I immediately slipped, and my worst nightmare flashed through my head. Embarrassing myself before school even started. I sighed, and the worst part was that I seemed to slide into the direction of the trash bin, and I could do nothing about it. I prepared for the worst, and I closed my eyes and grimaced as I hit the trash bin.

CRASH!

I was laying on my underbelly, and the trash bin was over me, its contents scattered all over my body. Fish, animal bones, paper, and things that I didn't recognize completely engulfed me, and the heavy trash bin was over my back legs, and I couldn't get up.

I winced, and then I looked around me helplessly, noticing that some dragons were whispering, snickering, or simply acting like as if they didn't see me. I waited, waited, and waited until someone decided to help me up, and finally, someone did.

A striking NightWing dragoness approached me, and grabbed my by my talons. She heaved me up with one talon, and I was astonished at how strong she was. As I brushed off some dirt off of me, I looked at her.

She had pristine black scales, with small spikes that went down her neck and back. Her underbelly was such a dark grey that unless seen under extensive brightness, it would appear to be jet black. Her eyes were a vibrant green, which was unusual for a NightWing. Her back legs were lean like mine, but her front talons, were muscular and so was her chest, as if she had been practicing to fight for many years, and she was a bit smaller than me.

She noticed me staring at her, and I blushed and looked away. I regained my composure, and faced her and scratched my head timidly.

"Thank you for helping out of that mess...uhhhh.."

"It's Blackout." She stated, and her voice was smooth and soft, like a songbird, but more dragonlike.

"Blackout." I finished, giving a genuine smile. She looked at me intently before asking,

"What's your name?"

"It's Sub-Zero," he said, and she nodded her head in acknowledgement. She asked me a few questions, and I answered them honestly, not sure why I was opening up to a strange dragon that I met just now. Something about her was just so...enticing.

I continued answering her questions, and then out of nowhere, she dropped a bombshell.

"Why is your voice so icy? I mean it sounds badass, but it sounds like ice is in your throat. Are you sick or is that normal?" She questioned, tilting her head to the side, a clear sign that she was confused.

I had no idea how to answer her question, so I showed her a small demonstration of my powers, and she gasped in awe, her mouth agape.

"It's just my voice. I'm guessing it has to do with my ability, but otherwise I really don't know. And thanks for the compliment," I stated flatly. I heard a faint sound of a gong, and I presumed that it meant that I had to head to a sleeping area.

She seemed to hear it too, as she tilted her head, and her ears perked upwards, a natural instinct for dragons to concentrate and pinpoint the exact location on where they heard sounds from.

"Well, goodbye then. It was nice meeting you. See you tomorrow!" She said excitedly, which could be indicating that she enjoyed my presence. I told her that I would also be looking forward to meeting her tomorrow, and I said my final thanks as we parted, each of us walking in the opposite direction of each other.

I was tired, and it was almost night time. I hastily walked to a small cavern, that was currently uninhabited, and I laid down on the cold, rocky floor, my talons in front of me while my tail was curled protectively around myself. I was uncomfortable, as I usually slept on a silk carpet that was cooled to well, sub zero temperatures, and as I thought that, I couldn't help but chuckle at my own, small joke. I tossed and turned until I found a good sleeping position, and sighed in satisfaction.

I yawned, signifying that my body was tired, and I fell asleep in no time, dreaming about the things I would do tomorrow, and what my winglet would look like. Little did I know, tomorrow would be one of the most impactful things that I did in Jade Mountain Academy.

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