Hello guys, I just want to say that I will be alternating my writing and typing between my stories to keep them updated. I hope you enjoy. This is based off a show on the CBS Channel: NCIS. Go check it out, I'm watching it right now.

Chapter 1

9 years later... (Estimate about 16 in human years).

(Celsius)

Celsius never thought that he would ever have to defend himself from an attacker. He always thought that there would be dragons that would do it for him. That he would always be protected, no matter how dangerous the situation is.

Apparently, life is full of surprises.

Celsius spun to his right just to barely avoid a spear being impaled in his stomach. After he dodged the attack, the IceWing then grabbed his attackers main strike arm, and twisted. The attacker grunted, but kicked Celsius in the abdomen, and he was forced to let go. Celsius managed to get back in his defensive stance, and both of the fighters circled each other. Each one looked at the other for any flaws in the position they were in as they continued to slowly walk around their battlefield.

Eventually, Celsius's attacker lunged at him and jabbed in his spear towards his heart. The IceWing quickly parried the blow with his knife and threw a punch at the head of his enemy. The attacker blocked it, and they soon were in a graceful battle of life and death. Both of the opponents exchanged swings by blocking and striking to match the other's.

Celsius felt his blood pump through his body and his sweat run down his face. He was in a warm environment, meaning that he couldn't operate too well in these hot conditions. Although he longed for the cold weather, he has never been into the IceWing Kingdom boundary. His foster-father, Nighechaser, told him that it was too dangerous for him to cross it, which the IceWing didn't believe.

As the continued to exchanged blows, the attacker swung his tail across at Celsius's back legs, making him collapse onto the ground, the attacked then jumped on him and leveled his spear to his face.

"I win! Finally," the dragon announced triumphantly. He had a proud look on his face and he brought his spear closer to Celsius's head.

"I wouldn't say that," Celsius responded, now having a pistol aimed at the attacker's heart. When Celsius was younger, Nightchaser always told him to carry a back up weapon in case of bad situations, and this was one of them.

"C'mon Celsius," his opponent whined. "Do you always have to do that."

"Yes," he responded. "I guess that's another tie, for the millionth time in row, that is. You got to get better at anticipating that move, Jupiter."

Jupiter was a NightWing with light grey scales on his underbelly and horns, with dark scales surrounding them. He had alert grey eyes that always scanned around the room for threats and a quiet run, making it impossible to hear him in a full out sprint. The NightWing always had a cheery mood, making everyone else light up in joy whenever they passed him. He was Celsius's best friend at the secret agency, known as the Talons of Peace. Being the only other dragon his age that worked as a agent, they got spend lots of time together training in the combat arena. They worked on different fighting styles and were dominate against the other agents, but could never seem to beat each other.

Jupiter held out his hand to Celsius, who took it without hesistation and the NightWing lifted him up. Celsius nodded in gratitude, before he put his pistol back in his holster and his knife back in his sheath on his belt. Jupiter stretched out his arms, legs, and wings as Celsius packed his equipment in his bag. They soon made their way off the arena and back to the main office, where they did intelligence work on known criminals.

The Talons had many other agents, but the NightWing/IceWing duo always seemed to get the work done more efficiently and quickly than the other agents. They faced many threats together and continued to stay in top physical condition so they could stay on top of their enemies.

As they made their way to their desks, a SandWing stood in front of them with a grin on his face.

"Great to see you guys made it," their boss, Scorch, announced. "Training again?"

"Got to stay ahead of the enemy, sir," Jupiter replied, walking to his desk.

"That's good to know," Scorch told us, before looking around their section of the room. "Anyone have a lead?"

"Not yet, boss," a SeaWing called back, and Scorch nodded, disappointed. Then, the SeaWing jumped up in the air, alerted. "I got a lead. Our MudWing murderer had traces of chlorine on his talon print. Also, there was footage of him entering the chemical plant by the Diamond Spray Delta."

"Cel, Jupiter, go check it out," Scorch ordered them, and they both nodded, before rushing out to the exit. They ran past multiple dragons, there claws tapping on the floor and their tails raised up to avoid colliding with other co-workers. Soon, they were out of the building and into the air, beating their wings towards the facility at the Delta.

(Time skip)

The sound of their wings beating made Celsius comfortable, reminding him of the many different missions he and Jupiter did. He thought about the time where they got into a big firefight with three weapon dealers, which the won, but his friend ended in the hospital for a few weeks.

As they continued to fly, Jupiter started talking about his life outside his work. "So my girlfriend and I are going on a date tonight. We're going to a fancy restaurant tonight, and to her's after dinner. I have a feeling she might do more than chat." Jupiter grinned at him, but got no response from the IceWing. "Cel?"

The NightWing looked closer at his friend, concerned, then realized why Celsius wasn't talking. He was looking at the necklace with the seven circles: his only memory of his mother. Celsius focused on it as he flew and closed his eyes.

The only thing he could recall of his mother was when she was walking away, and he didn't know why. Nightchaser wouldn't tell him either, which frustrated Celsius. As he continued to look stare at his relic, he didn't notice Jupiter looking at him with a pitifying look. After a few moments, he finally looked back at the NightWing, who just stared at the necklace.

"I'm sorry for bothering you, Celsius," Jupiter apologized, hanging his head.

"No. No, it's alright," Celsius blurted back, then put the necklace back around his neck. "We need to focus on the mission." Jupiter nodded and flapped his wings to catch up with Celsius. The duo soon spotted the facility, and went into a nose dive. They plummeted towards the ground, before Jupiter opened his wings to catch the wind, Celsius following his lead. They landed on the ground, talons softly touching the grass.

Celsius hand-signaled the NightWing to move up on the facility, rushing up towards the building. Jupiter pulled his M9 handgun as Celsius pulled out his Glock 17. The moved soon made there way onto the area surrounding the compound.

There facility had multiple silos, possibly containing dangerous chemicals that could be made into explosives. Celsius looked at Jupiter, who nodded: they were possibly dealing with a terrorist. On the front side of the building, was the main entrance, followed by four guards and a metal detector used for finding weapons. There were containers in the courtyard, with a group of dragons lifting and moving them with forklifts. On the right of the building was an ramp entrance, most likely for moving the containers inside the building.

As the two dragons approached, a SkyWing came out of the ramp entrance. Celsius and Jupiter moved up, guns raised, causing the SkyWing to look at them with panic and confusion.

"Get out of here!" Celsius ordered the worker, who complied without any questions. "And warn the others!" The SkyWing then bolted to the workers in the storage grounds, and many them evacuated the facility. "Let's move in."

Jupiter nodded, and the duo moved up the ramp and went on either side of the double doorway. Celsius nodded to Jupiter, and he opened the door, it's wide ark revealing the inside of the facility. Dragons were rushing to different rooms, some carrying items with them.

Celsius moved in first, gun raised, followed by his friend. The moved into the building, receiving shocked and scared expressions from the workers. They both scanned the hallway, dragons frozen in fear and confusion, wondering if they were going to be killed or taken hostage. Then, Celsius saw his target: a MudWing that was staring right at them, his look surprised.

He bolted.

"Talons of Peace! Stop!" Jupiter yelled as the two rushed after him. The dragons working there moved themselves to the walls to avoid colliding with the agents.

The MudWing was inflicting havoc in the building; knocking over other boxes in the hallway and pushing dragons out of the way. As the two agents followed after him, Celsius saw him go into the storage room, the doors closing after him. The duo made their way to the door, guns ready for any threats to them. Celsius silently counted to the three, and Jupiter moved in front of the door and kicked it open.

The two dragons moved into the room, gun raised, pointing around the room for the MudWing. As they slowly moved towards cover, Celsius's phone went off. He cursed silently, realizing that they could've blown up their cover. The IceWing took his phone and answered the call. "Celsius."

"Agent Celsius," it was Scorch, who had a serious tone, meaning that something important just came to him. "We need you back at headquarters."

"What? Why?" Celsius asked, oblivious to the MudWing peeking out from behind a few boxes. The MudWing scanned the two agents, before jumping out, revealing himself having a M1911. He fired two rounds, startling the IceWing.

And hitting him in the shoulder.

Celsius collapsed to the ground with a yell of agony. Jupiter fired round after round at the MudWing, hitting him in the chest, then the head, etc. The MudWing jerked back, before falling to the ground, and would never get up again.

"Celsius!" Jupiter yelled, panicked. He rushed over to the IceWing, who was groaning pain. Celsius rested his hand on the wound, then took his hand to see how bad it was. His hand was covered in his blue, icy blood. "Hold on!"

Jupiter took out his phone and dialed three numbers. He put the phone to his ear, waiting for a response. "I have a wounded dragon who was shot in the shoulder. I need a medical team at Diamond Spray Delta Facility immediately." The NightWing looked at his friend in anxiety and fear. "Don't worry, help is on the way."

"P-put pressure o-on the w-wound," Celsius gasped, clutching his shoulder. Jupiter immediately put his claws on Celsius's shoulders. As he applied pressure, Celsius groaned in pain, before his vision started to fade black.

"Stay with me, IceWing!" Jupiter ordered to Celsius, which was the last thing he heard before his vision went black.

(A few hours later)

Celsius felt very comfortable went he woke up, which he thought was weird. All he remembered after being shot in the shoulder was lying on the cold stone floor. Celsius leaned up, only to groan in pain, which was less then it was before he passed out. He opened his eyes and looked around the room, finally realizing that he was in the hospital. There were windows connected the hallway and room together, and he saw his friend looking through one.

Celsius motioned him to come in, and he did just that. Jupiter sighed a relief when he got next to the bed, most likely happy that his friend wasn't dead.

"That bullet when clean through your shoulder, but it didn't hit anything major," the NightWing told Celsius, who nodded in relief. He would be back on the field, fighting crime again. "But you're not going back on the field."

My mind exploded at the news. "What? Are they letting me go? I'm one of their best agents!"

"Exactly." A new voice, followed by another dragon, entered the room. It was Scorch, followed by a SkyWing known as Wind, Scorch's boss. "Jupiter doesn't mean it in that way, Celsius. There was a reason why I called you, even though you were on that mission." Scorch stepped out of the way for the SkyWing to loom over him. Celsius wasn't really comfortable with this, and the SkyWing knew it as well, but didn't bother to move back.

"Celsius, you have been assigned to the Ice Kingdon," Wind announced. "Your task is to protect the Royal Family, but mainly the heir to the throne, Princess Glacier. You will go undercover to keep an eye on them."

The IceWing froze in surprise. Celsius has never been to the kingdom, mostly because his foster-father banned him from ever going within a mile of the border.

"This will be your life: an IceWing student at the IceWing academy. We have a client ready to give you your residence. From there, when you meet the head of the school, and say you live outside the walls as a seventh circle student. They will want proof, and you will show your mother's necklace. From there your job will be to protect the family at all times."

"Wait? Did you say school? Does this mean I have to do homework?" Celsius was mainly worried about this. He already went through his time through hell to get into the agency.

"Sadly, yes, but you are the only agent that can get this close to the princess. Now, you will leave tomorrow at dawn, now that the doctors say your wound has healed enough over a week." Celsius sighed sadly, now having to do homework, even though he wasn't not going to be a student for long. As the director of the agency walked out, a sudden thought came to his head.

"Director." The SkyWing turned her head to stare at the IceWing. "What am I suppose to protect the family against."

"There are insurgents within the kingdom, wanting a change within the rule. They want a king to lead the IceWings, so they will try to assassinate the Queen and the heirs. Don't worry about weapons though, we already have them at your house. You will be their as long as it takes to bring those rebels down. Understand?" I nodded. "Get some rest agent, you will need it."

Celsius lied down on the bed as he heard the sounds of talons tap against the floor, getting quieter as the dragons left the room.

"Celsius," he looked up to see Jupiter by the door. "I guess it's going to be a long time before we see each other again."

"I guess so," he responded to the NightWing. "But don't worry about me, I can handle myself."

"I know you can, but good luck," Jupiter started out the door, then turned back to the IceWing one last time. "And be careful."

Celsius stared as the ceiling as the door closed after Jupiter. Darkness ruled over the room, covering any light that used to be in the room. The beep of the heart rate monitor went through the room, reassuring Celsius that he still alive. As his eye lids started to cover his eyes, his heart filled with anxiety that he was going to see the place where he should've lived.

He was going to see the place where his mother lived.

Done with chapter, sorry it's not longer, but I been seeing family a lot lately on vacation. I hope you guys enjoy the chapter and I will see you in the next one. Bye!