And we are back ladies and gentlemen and...Uh...76 other things?..
Anyways we are back with chapter 3 and i did attempt to make it longer. Although due to time it is not nearly as big as i intended. And there's not really much to say right now so uh...read it and enjoy i guess?
Chapter 3.
-Prince Frostbite-
It had been a three whole days since they left the Ice kingdom. They managed to find a gap in the U.T.A blockade and passed through undetected.
Of course since it was a rare occurrence that the U.T.A left a gap, He sent one of his guards back to Alert the Queen. They had to evacuate anyone they could through it before it was covered again.
So Frostbite and his one guard that he knew somewhat well. Were still flying as fast as they could. They didn't stop to rest since they left and he didn't plan to.
As they were flying he kept looking at his guard. His name was Blizzard and he was a smaller, Older Icewing. He was chubby as well which was kinda funny. He and his other guard were talking before he left and he made a right joke of it.
"Here's the whole tribe starving and look at this him." Frostbite had said. The guard looked at him and Replied with, "Maybe he's the reason were starving."
They both sat there for a moment before breaking out into laughter. Oh how he missed that Dragon. Never even got his name. Frostbite thought as he kept flying.
He had to repeatedly slow his pace down so the other could catch up and it was getting on his nerves, But it was to be expected.
No matter how much fun Frostbite made of Blizzard though, He still liked him. He was a decent Dragon and had a good family before they died.
He hoped when they got to the Jewel that Blizzard wouldn't just vanish to the food market though.
He would never get him back and Queen Snowflake...Or Snowfall. Whatever she was would not be happy.
Frostbite looked back and saw him struggling to stay in the air. He then looked ahead.
He saw a nice lake with a waterfall next to it and what appeared to be a small stone house with a wooden roof coming up below them. Well we did make good time and it won't take much longer to get to the jewel. A week at most. He thought.
"Hey Blizzard!" He called back, When he did Blizzard looked up at him tiredly.
"We're gonna stop and rest by the lake." He finished and Blizzard Looked like he saw a hippo. Frostbite chuckled and began to descend. Frostbite Landed Gracefully Near the house. Blizzard However crashed into the lake and unfortunately Frostbite was in the Splash zone.
He got wet but not soaked thankfully. He would probably jump in later but right now he wanted to look around.
He was about to Shake himself off or make fun of the fat icewing but as he was deciding which one to massive Hurk of Icewing got out of the lake and shook himself right next to Frostbite. Getting Frostbite even more wet. By the time he was done he realized his mistake and looked at Frostbite with the most embarrassed expression ever.
"M-my P-Prince...im so sorry i didn't mean to-" He was cut off by Frostbite falling on his back in a fit of laughter. He looked at Frostbite Confused with his head tilted. The meanest looking icewing he had ever met was on his back laughing about being soaked by his fat guard. Blizzard began to laugh as well. Soon enough they were both on the ground laughing.
"Okay...Okay...Whew…." Frostbite said, recovering from his fit of laughing.
"We should Probably set up a camp." He Paused and looked over at the house. "That house might make a good shelter." He finished.
Blizzard nodded and they both got up. They walked over to the house. It was a small house. Big enough for the both of them but no one else. The walls were made of stone that looked very old. The roof was wooden but had some Moss growing on it. The door was sturdy and wooden as well. The last thing he noted was the one window near the left end of the house on the corner
. The wood and the stone looks old. Frostbite thought Wonder who owned the place. He finished his thinking as Blizzard knocked on the door. There was no answer and no sound. Frostbite checked if the door was locked and it was. Frostbite walked back and blizzard went to knock again.
Only to be knocked aside as Frostbite slammed the door down. The inside was not bad at all. There was a single bed by the window and a chest at the end of it. There was also a carpet by the bed. As he stepped in he looked at the floor. It was made of wood which meant it was unlikely that a Sandwing, Mudwing, Skywing or Nightwing lived here. Maybe a Seawing or a Rainwing. No icewing would live here. He heard stories of icewings leaving the tribe but he also heard they either died or lived in a town called possibility. Although many did die when that plague came around.
Other than the Bed, Chest and Carpet there was really nothing else. Some Shelves and paintings on the walls and curtains by the window. "Dibs on the bed!" Blizzard yelled and hurled himself at it. He probably never felt an actual bed before. In the ice kingdom only the Royal Family slept on ice slabs with polar bear fur. But even then it was still hard as rocks. Frostbite didn't mind it really so he let Blizzard have the bed. But he would make him work.
"Clean it up best you can and we are going looking for food. So when you're done tell me and don't go alone." He commanded and Blizzard's smile dropped. "As you command my Prince." He said sadly as he started cleaning the small house. Frostbite nodded and walked back out. It was a sunny day and fairly warm. Frostbite was heating up a bit so he decided that he would jump in the lake and swim for a while.
He started taking off everything. First is was the travel bag and then the Chest Plate and last was the Necklace. He put them together in a pile on a rock that was about a tail length from the water. He looked down at his chest. It was covered in scars and a Branding. Two spears forming an X. It meant he was a Gladiator. He shuddered just thinking of the memorys.
Next he didn't bother with all that. "Royal Grace." When he walked over to the water. He just jumped in the water and he did not regret it. The water felt amazing. He didn't have time to swim back in the ice kingdom but now in the sky kingdom. Away from all that death and Nightmares. He could let loose.
He swam back up to the surface with a smile on his face. He always loved to swim. It just felt wonderful. And after so many years of being tied down this was just great for him. He looked around to see Blizzard just coming out of the house. Probably going to hunt without me. He's not a very good listener Frostbite thought. He waited for Blizzard to call to him but he didn't. He didn't even look at him.
He opened his mouth to say something smart but as he did, A familiar pounding started in his head. The sounds of screams slamming into his ears. He went to hold his head but in doing so he started to sink. He attempted to scream to Blizzard but nothing came out. The last thing he saw before his eyes slipped under water was Blizzard Flying away. And two other Dragons flying up from the tree's going right for him.
When he was fully submerged he opened his eyes again. The water was clear and the light was shining in but the pounding in his head was making him disorientated, his head started spinning and he started seeing double. He made an attempt at swimming up but when he moved it only got louder. He couldn't even her his own thoughts. So he waited for a moment. He was losing his breath from all the thrashing. So he waited until the noise died down a bit and he hit the bottom of the lake. Come on you useless dragon! Move! Swim up Damn you! He mentally screamed at himself. He used his hind legs to launch himself off the bottom and started to swim up and noise got louder. By the time he reached land his ears were ringing.
He looked around for a moment and waited for his ears to stop ringing. The moment they did and he could no longer hear the sound. The pounding was gone to. Blizzard! He remembered and began throw on his Chestplate. He had to leave the Travel Bag and Necklace. He was still putting on the Armor when he started to run into the woods and heard a scream.
He followed the sound. Getting the Chest Plate on fully. Just as he did he heard laughter. Laughter and crying. He went behind a tree and peaked out. There was a clearing and in it was Blizzard. Surrounded by At Least three full grown sandwings. Blizzard was still alive but he was on the ground in tears. Frostbite then saw why.
Some of the Spikes on his head were Broken off. His wing had been broken and so had his front legs. He noticed his tail was just barely hanging on to the rest of him. Seeing this his blood turned to fire. Those ANIMALS! He once again screamed at himself. He stepped out from behind the tree and began to run towards one of the sandwings. The Sandsnorter had a spear but had his back to Frostbite so he was easy to take out. Frostbite used his talons and shoved them into the back of the Sandwings neck. As it tried to register what happend its tail went up and Frostbite Blasted Frost Breath on it rendering it useless. As the sandwing fell and hit the ground Frostbite took his blood soaked talons out of its disgusting body.
By now the other two had gotten to Blizzard and pinned him on his stomach facing Frostbite. Blizzard had tears in his eyes and a part of his snout was missing. He looked at the two sandwings. One had a metal club and was about Frostbites Size. The other was smaller and had a limp and no barb on its tail. "Let. Him. Go." Frostbite said in the most intimidating voice he could. At this, The small sandwing stepped back a little with fear in his eyes.
The bigger sandwing with the club smacked the smaller one in the back of the head. "Oh please what are you gonna do? Run? Run back to mommy?" He mocked him. "You are a member of the Jackal Hyde Syndicate. YOU DO NOT RUN!" He shouted into his ear. Now Frostbite was pissed. No beyond that. He was furious. He growled and their attention went back to him. He had stepped closer but not range to attack.
"Let him go or you will-" He was cut off by the sandwing twisting Blizzards head in his talons. Killing him instantly with a Loud Snap. Frostbite watched as Blizzard went limp.
"Oh im sorry. Was that your friend?" He said in a mocking tone. Frostbite looked at him. "You'll die for that." He said in a heartless voice. "Oh will i-"
He was cut off by Frostbite Slamming into him, Knocking the Club from his talons. Frostbite grabbed his left front arm and bent it the wrong way. It snapped and the sandwing roared and blasted fire at him. Frostbite jumped out of the way and the fire caught onto the other sandwing. He started screaming and putting himself out. Frostbite took the chance to attack the bigger sandwing again. This time he grabbed its tail and snapped off the barb. After that he ran for the bat. Only to be greeted by it being swung at his head by the other sandwing he Ducked at the right moment and then Dug his teeth into the Exposed side of the sandwing. He could taste the blood filling his mouth and could feel his teeth sinking into its rib cage. He then lifted the smaller sandwing and thrashed it in the air for a moment. When it went limp it dropped the club.
Frostbite Grabbed it and began to stalk over to the Crippled sandwing. The top of the club was dragging on the ground. It tired to get up only to have its back left leg broken by a swing from the Club. He screamed and fell down. "I guess you're all right now?!" Frostbite mocked and joked as he began to walk to the right side of the sandwing.
"No please wait!" The sandwing yelled as its tail shot up to hit Frostbite heart. It was stopped by his chest plate and the barb broke off. But Frostbite Didn't care. He slammed the club on its Right forearm Breaking it. And then the back one.
The sandwing was crying loudly and begging for its life. But Frostbite had run out of Mercy. Long...Long ago. He dropped the club and grabbed its head. He lifted it up and prayed its mouth open. He then Broke the sandings lower jaw. "I Never make a promise i cant keep" Frostbite said to him before Opening his mouth and Blasting Frost Breath into its throat. He kept going for about a minute before dropping the now stiff body. He took a step back and stepped on the club. He picked it up and that noise came back. But this time there was no screaming. Just a chant. Blood! Blood! Blood! It chanted. He raised the club and hit the head of the dead Sandwing. He kept going until it was nothing but mush. Then he hit its back and wings.
He raised the club to hit what was left of the sandwings lower back but was stopped by a spear piercing into his midsection. It went right where his travel bag was earlier. He Yelled and swung his tail into the attackers head. When he turned. It was the smaller sandwing he thought he killed. It was bleeding bad and it eyes were almost shut. Frostbite walked up to it and Bit into its neck. He lifted it off the ground and then slammed it onto the ground.
When he was sure it was dead this time. He started to walk to Blizzards Corpse. When he got close to it his anger was replaced by a feeling he didn't really understand. His eyes watered a bit but he didn't cry.
"Damn it you stupid block of ice!" He shouted in a Shaky voice. "If you would have listened to me you'd still be alive!"
After he was done yelling at the dead icewing, He became very aware of a sharp pain in his side. Damnit. Frostbite thought when he saw the spear sticking out of him. It wasn't that bad. Only the tip of the spear had gone in. He grabbed onto the wooden spear and tried to pull it out. The pain flared again. After a few more tries he just snapped off the wooden handle. It was now only a small bit of wood with metal on the tip that was in him. He sighed. Im sorry Blizzard. I really am. He thought sadly as he started to limp off back to the house.
By the time he was back and had put the rest of his things back on It was raining. He went in the house and sat down in the middle of it. He looked at the Bed. Well Blizzard did call dibs on it. It would be rude to sleep on it now i suppose. He thought to himself. He decided he wanted to suddenly check the chest at the end of the bed. When he opened it he found glass bottles. He picked one up and read the label on it. "Fine Red Sky Wine" He read.
Frostbite had never tried wine or any type of Alcohol. Icewings were not allowed to drink it because it apparently "Dulled the senses" .
But there was no one left to tell him "No" so he opened it and took a sip. He tasted Horrible on the first but after a few more it tasted Great. After the first bottle he went onto the next. Then the next. And the next. And the next. And soon he fell down on the floor drunk as could be. His chest hurt from laughing and his side hurt from the spear in his side that he found so funny.
And with a finial laugh his world turned to darkness.
The pain...That was bad. The fact that his only friend had done it had been worse. A little icewing was on the ground shaking holding his chest where a hot metal rod had just been pressed into his scales. Tears were streaming down his eyes and he felt like he couldn't breathe. A young sandwing was standing over him with lifeless eyes and the rod still in hand. The bigger sandwing that had held the little icewing up was barking with laughter.
"There ya go little one!" It yelled. "Show that icewing his place!" He finished with laughter. That was the last thing the little icewing heard before he passed out.
When he awoke, He felt weird. Like he was moving. When he opened his eyes he saw he was in a net. He started to move his head and look around. He looked to his left and saw a small mudwing in a net being carried by a larger one. He blinked a few times and realized that they were outside. Not in the cave but actually outside! What kind of fight is this? he thought. They had never had a fight outside before so what was the occasion? He looked up and saw another Mudwing was carrying him. He went to open his mouth to ask what was going on but he found his mouth was tied shut. That meant there was no talking in this fight.
He was now more confused upon hearing his own muffled voice. He looked around again and saw that there were a great many dragons flying and carrying smaller ones in nets. He saw that they were all tied up as well. looking back up and was greeted by a the Mudwing looking at him with a smile. "Don't worry little fella. You'll be out of the net soon." He said in a kind voice. The little icewing Looked at his face closer and saw that one eye was white and there was a scar from a scratch over his eye.
He must be a very good fighter. The little icewing thought. He tried to relax a little when a pain in his chest flared again. He let out a muffled Yelp and looked at his chest. On it was a symbol that was burned into him, two spears forming and X in the middle of his chest had been branded onto him. He went to touch it only to find his talons were tied as well. He could still walk but if he tried to run he wouldn't get far.
"Start Descending!" A voice yelled somewhere ahead. The little icewing looked around and saw that they were landing in a massive walled castle. Or what he thought was a castle. He had never seen them but he heard that they had massive stone walls and this place had massive stone walls. In the center there was clear area with dragons there. They were running out of tents with what looked like food and water. When the Dragons gently dropped the nets they went up and took the smaller ones out of the nets.
The Mudwing that was carrying him spoke again. "Here you are little buddy. Be nice to these dragons they are here to help you." He said.
The little icewing felt the ground on his back and immediately rolled on his side ready to get up. A small group of three came over to him. Two sandwings and a black dragon. He couldn't remember the name of their tribe but he knew that they were always important and would kill you if you stepped out of line. The little icewing was nervous as the sandwings lifted the net off him. All three smiled warmly at him but he could tell they had a mild look of shock on their faces.
Did i do something bad? He thought quickly. Are they going to kill me now? What did i do? Where's master at? Why did i get branded? What is this place? Where's my knife? All these thoughts suddenly flooded his mind and they started untying his forearms and legs. They kept his snout and wings tied up though. "Hey little guy." One of the sandwings said as the other started inspecting the little icewing. "It alright we're just gonna look you over for any injuries." She said softly. As she was talking to him he looked over and saw a group of art dragons walking around. They were talking to a group with a small seawing and they held her head as they put a sleep dart into her neck.
The little icewing hated sleep darts. He started to get scared as they walked over to his group. When they arrived they all had a look of shock and interest on them. Their scales shifting to the colors they felt. "And who's this handsome little guy?" A bright pink one asked the Dark Dragon. She had been sitting behind both sandwings the whole time and said nothing but had a sympathetic Expression on her. "We don't know yet." She said quietly as the Art Dragons approached him. As they were, he noticed one of the sandwings had loosened the rope on his snout. When the lead Art Dragon went to hold his head he opened his mouth and snapped the ropes.
He then Snapped his mouth shut on the Art Dragons arm and she shrieked and pulled back. One of The sandwing grabbed his snout shut and the other pushed him on his side. "Calm Down dragonet!" He shouted at the little icewing. He still tried to get free, He hated those sleep darts.
I won't let you use them on me again! He thought with Ferocity.
One of the Art dragons got close and put the sleep dart to his neck.
"No!" The little icewing tried to scream through the sandwings hold.
"Stop." The dark dragon said from behind everyone making them look at her. "Let him go." She said slowly. Oh no The little icewing thought as he stood back up. I shouldn't have spoken, She's gonna kill me. He thought With fear. She started to walk towards him slowly.
She kept trying to keep eye contact with him but he refused to look into her eyes. With every step she took closer to him he bared his teeth and growled. He didn't move back though. She was eventually only one step away from him and she lowered herself down to his height.
"Its okay little one." She spoke in a soft voice. "We're not going to hurt you. No one's going to hurt you anymore. You're free." Before the little icewing could move or react she quickly wrapped him in a protective hug. He was taken aback. No one had ever done this before but when she put her wings around him and his head to her chest he felt a whole lot of new emotions.
He Didn't move or try to break out of the hold at all but he started crying.
Why am i crying? He thought. Isn't this wrong?...
"This is him?"
Did she hurt me?...
"Yes it is."
What did she mean by "Free"?...
"He was drinking?"
He was branded, There was no Freedom...
"He had a rough day."
Icewings could never be free…
"I think he's waking up."
Wait what the heck?
"So he is. It's best if we leave."
What? Where am i?
"Be safe Frostbite."
Who is talking?
Frostbite opened his eyes and was immediately blinded by a bright light. He closed them and then opened again with a few blinks. Once his eyes were adjusted to the light he saw he was back in the house. He had passed out in front of the window and by the looks of it. It was early morning and he had gotten very, Very Drunk last night.
He stood up and stretched, As he did pain flared all over his midsection. He looked down. Oh damn how did i forget?...He thought. He felt very light headed and dizzy. He stumbled his way toward the door and walked out, the moment he did he saw that is was no longer a sunny day. Instead it was damp and cold. Some Ice and Frost had formed in the puddles and the grass had turned from bright green to a wheat color or a dull gold color.
He took a step out and started walking in the General Direction of the Jewel.
-TIME-SKIP-
The sun was just setting when Frostbite first heard something. It sounded like a Shout but he couldn't be sure. He had found a road but as he walked it he kept his head down. Everything hurt. That pounding in his head had returned and it was making him more disoriented.
He heard the sound a second time and attempted to look up. The moment his head moved he almost blacked out and fell on his side.
He heard something that sounded like running and soon he could make out a dragon near him. "Hey?" The dragon who looked like a seawing said. "Are you gonna be okay?" Frostbite tried to speak but nothing came out.
"Look at him!" A second voice yelled followed by a loud slap. "He's been stabbed, We gotta get him to the Hospital!" It yelled and Frostbite could see more dragons coming near him.
"Is that an icewing?" A voice somewhere to his left said.
"I've never seen one up close." Said another to his right.
"What's he doing here?" Said another.
Frostbite was getting his vision somewhat back and decided to try and stand up. The moment he managed he heard a whole corrus of gasps.
He looked and saw he was surrounded by multiple dragons of different tribes. He still felt weak though and he was just barely managing to stand. He looked past the crowd and saw a Large town not far down the road.
"Here come the guards!" A Skywing shouted. Frostbite looked down the road and saw that there were indeed guards rushing toward them. U.T.A Armour was dawned on them all. Oh this can't be good. He thought.
Soon enough everyone had been pushed back and guards circled him with spears. Frostbite went to speak but again he found he couldn't. His throat was dry as the desert.
Some guards in front of him moved as he rubbed his throat and a Sandwing walked into the circle with him. He had a Zig-zag scar on his snout.
He tossed Frostbite a Bottle and he caught it. Water? He thought as he opened and drank it down. Once he was done he tossed the bottle behind him and over his head.
"Who are you?" The sandwing asked in a commanding tone.
"Prince Frostbite Of The Icewings." He stated. As he did all the dragons mummering around them stopped. "I am going to the Jewel for the U.T.A meeting in one month. I have a message from the Queen Herself." He finished.
The sandwing in front of him stopped for a moment and studied Frostbite. "I hope that wasn't one of ours." He said, Nodding at the Spear in Frostbites Midsection. "Jackals." He said with a cough.
"Alright well let's get it looked at." He said to Frostbite then turned his head to the sandwing next to him. "Captain. Get the crowd out of here and get back to your post." The captain nodded and began barking orders. The zig zag scar sandwing walked up to him. "My name's Qibli." He held out his talon And Frostbite shook it.
Qibli led him into the town. It was a very beautiful town. It was in the middle of a massive lake and in front of a mountain range and was made up of three islands with Bridges connecting them. The largest island was in the middle with what looked like a Cathedral. The U.T.A camp was on the west side of the town. Qibli led him through the town and in a hospital. The moment they saw Frostbite they all got nervous and then concerned. He was led to a room and put on a bed.
As he lay there waiting for the healers to show up he studied Qibli. He was a pretty average sandwing besides the scar. He couldn't really think of anything else to worry about. Just as he was done looking at him the healers came in.
Mostly all were Female Skywings or Seawings but there was one male Rainwing.
"Okay." The rainwing said. "This is going to hurt a lot so it's best if you are not awake for this." As he said it a female skywing walked over to him with a sleep dart in her talons. "That won't be necessary." He said quickly
Everyone looked at him confused for a moment but then nodded and proceeded. The female skywing put the sleep dart down on a tray.
The male rainwing walked over to the spear in his side and gave him a rag.
"Bite down on it." He said. The moment Frostbite bit on it he yanked the spear out of his side and Frostbite Let out a muffled scream. He looked back and saw blue blood pouring onto the table. "We need to stop the bleeding. I don't think it went deep enough to hurt anything important." The rainwing said as he put a rag over the open wound.
Moments later Frostbite Felt a Burning Sensation that felt before. It was only there for a few seconds but he was pissed nonetheless. After that he put his head back down on the table and let the rag fall out of his mouth.
"So he will live then?" He heard Qibli say. "Yes, Although i would recommend no fighting for a while. He will be sore for a few days as well." The healer replied.
"He should also rest for at least a day." The healer spoke.
"I'll be taking him to the U.T.A Camp we set up to the west. I can have my own healers look after him." Qibli said in a harsh tone.
"Alright." Came the awkward response of the healer.
It was night by the time they got to the camp and Qibli filled Frostbite in on where he was. It was a small town by the name of Melody. It was a nice town. Low crime and everyone could eat. It was at least a four day flight from the Jewel. He also filled him in on why he was going this direction, Which was because he had called an emergency meeting in the U.T.A after finding hundreds of dead icewings washed up on a beach and a message from iceberg that alerted them to his little trip. The camp they were in was just outside of town and was filled with at least three-Hundred U.T.A Troops.
Qibli had him put in a fairly large tent. Some servants were putting in stuff to make it more comfortable for the night. A mirror, A bed, A table, and some "Blankets" whatever the heck those were. Also a "Tub" a metal thing big enough for one dragon. You filled it with water and then used Soap to wash yourself.
So many new things had come out after the icewings become everyone's enemy that is was actually sparking questions in Frostbites head. One side of him thought that it might be a good thing if the icewings leave or die off. The other thought is was something that icewings were valued. Frostbite let out a pained moan once he moved the flaps to the tent aside.
He walked in and saw everything had been put in. He didn't really care. He was so tired he just wanted to sleep. But then he remembered the nightmares and figured he could keep himself entertained all night so he spent the first five hours just looking in the mirror. He had taken everything off besides the necklace and It was midnight when his tent flaps moved aside and a pretty Female skywing walked in. She looked surprised when she saw he was still awake.
"Prince Frostbite...I thought you would be asleep by now." She said embarrassed. "Well i do tend to stay up late so i apologize." He said casually while flipping the mirror around so she couldn't see his reflection. "Now what were you planning on doing if i was asleep?" He asked. "Well i...it's just that i...Never seen a living icewing in a long time." She said looking down. Frostbite Noted that she didn't answer the question.
"Well i'm not much to look at." He Said Barking a laugh.
"Well i don't think so." She said looking at him. "You're an Icewing Prince and a fine looking one at that."
He thought for a moment before turning to her. Her face had a look of worry on it as she saw his scared chest and neck.
"Oh i...i...didn't mean to...Sorry." She said sincerely as she took a step back.
"Yeah...It tends to happen to Icewings whenever we leave our little cage of a kingdom." He said a little harsher then he meant to.
She took some cautious steps toward him.
"May i?" She said as she held out a talon near his neck.
Well...What's the worst that could happen He thought. He nodded and she Began putting her palm around the scars on his neck. She then went to his chest and when she saw the branding she looked at him in surprise.
"I didn't know that they had Icewing fighters…" She said quietly.
"They didn't until they found my egg. I was the only one." He said as she took her talons off him and stepped back.
They waited there in silence for a moment before she turned left.
You always manage to scare off the pretty ones don't you Frostbite? He thought the moment the flaps closed. He then looked over to his bed and then after a few moments he went over and sat down. He wouldn't sleep that night.
He took one last look at the flaps and when he did they moved open a little from a sudden gust of wind and through it he could have sworn he saw something but couldn't be certain. He moved over and looked out the flaps. There was no one around the tent. With another gust of wind he looked to his left and saw it again.
This can't be… Frostbite thought as he went over to check it out.
Nothing again. Then behind a tree a little farther out from camp he saw and icewing. Yes an icewing. He couldn't make out who or even if it was a male or female. But it was an icewing. He was about to shout out to them but he heard someone coming behind him.
He turned his head to see Qibli. However the sandwing didn't look tired. He looked mad. And he had three other sandwings with him.
"Hey Qibli you alright?" Frostbite asked as the other sandwings stopped and Qibli kept coming towards him. Frostbite knew there was going to be trouble.
Qibli stopped just a few steps from Frostbite.
"Get out of here." He said surprisingly calm voice.
"Guess i'll meet you at the Jewel then?" He said a little concerned.
Qibli walked towards him until he was a little too close for comfort.
"I don't have time for this. You didn't do anything wrong i just got some bad news and i need you to get to the jewel. I can't go with you so you better hurry up." He informed Frostbite.
He only nodded and ran back to tent, Got his Armour and bag back on before leaving the camp.
He had to walk through town on the way and it was a little odd. Being around so many dragons.
Everyone looked at him with interest, Fear or hatred. He kept walking and held his head as high as he could. It's all he could do. But his mind was only focused on that icewing. He had looked around the woods for a bit but there was nothing there.
He noticed a new building in his path all of a sudden. He looked up at the massive structure. It had all sorts of windows with stained glass and massive pillars and stairs. It had a large tower in the middle of it as well.
A Cathedral. Frostbite thought. He had only heard of these buildings in stories. They were a place of Worship apparently for idiotic dragons who believed in a higher power. A god. Or it was something like that anyway.
He stared at it for a moment before walking down the road next to it.
He was amazed by the fact that Dragons were dumb enough to build these and actually think someone "Watched over them" From some place high in the sky. The whole idea was stupid. It was lucky for him that the wretched building was on the edge of town. Frostbite took one last look at the town before leaving. As he walked out into the field. He looked at the mountain range in the distance.
They reminded him of an Old song some of the Icewing Royal Guard used to sing about the "Great Mountain Giants" Who were supposed to have lived thousands of years ago.
They all died fighting. It's said that they were driven out of the Ice Kingdom. Eventually it came down to one last Giant, His name was apparently Glacier. He took on an entire army and it took over one thousand Dragons to bring him down in the Sea. Frostbite always Wondered if the legends were true of course. No one had ever found remains of Giants but a lot of icewings still believe they did walk on the planet at one time.
Frostbite just wondered what tribe was insane enough to fight them.
He looked around him and saw no one.
And he started to sing quietly.
"Ooooooh, I am the last of the giants, my kind are gone from this place.
The last of the great mountain giants, who ruled all the world of my time.
He had to cough
Oh the Dragons have stolen my forests, they've stolen my rivers and hills.
And they've built a great wall through my valleys and fished all the fish from rills
He was nervous
In stone halls they burn their great fires, in stone halls they forge their sharp spears.
What if someone saw him?
Whilst I walk alone in the mountains, with no true companion but tears.
They hunt me with spears in the daylight, they hunt me with torches by night.
He can't even sing that well
For these Dragons who are small can never stand tall, whilst giants still walk in the light.
This was stupid. He should just stop.
Oooooooh, I am the last of the giants, so learn well the words of my song.
For when I am gone the singing will fade, and the silence shall last long and long…"
He finished and took a breath. It was a long trip to the jewel.
And he was a small icewing in a massive world so he may as well pass the time thinking, Drawing or Singing. Either one worked for him.
He would never admit it. But he wished he was a Giant sometimes. Bigger than any dragon in the world. The Roar of Ten Thousand Dragons.
Talons as long as rainforest trees. And Scales made of Iron. Bones made of Steel.
But in the end they only served as a reminder. A reminder that no matter how big, Strong and tall an Icewing is. They will always fail. They will always Die. Alone.
Sure maybe they could fight and kill a great many dragons but...They all died alone in the end.
Frostbite looked back at the mountains. I suppose if dragons are dumb enough to believe in a god...I can be dumb enough to believe in giants.
He then looked at the stars and stopped. The Stars were all shining. The mist he was in seemed to disappear.
It took his breath away. In moments like this he often thought of everything no one really knew. Like how massive their world really is. How many other Tribes Exist Undiscovered? Or many new continents are out there?. They couldn't be the only ones. They just couldn't. And How many Dragons gave their lives so he could have this view?.
"So an icewing Prince in Melody staring at the sky thinking? And singing?" A deep voice said behind him. He turned but saw nothing. "Or is it Plotting?" It said again, This time from the left.
"Maybe it's just sad." Said a More feminine voice from his right.
"Or maybe it is lost." Said the deeper one from in front of him. He saw the grass move this time.
He sat there for a few moments. He could hear the and see the grass rustling all around him but after a few minutes everything stopped.
He took a nervous step forward looking around. Why is everything out here so creepy or deadly? Why can't i just find a herd of cows and nothing else?. Why was there a icewing here? Why were there dragons talking to me through tall grass? am i going insane?
He shook his head and kept walking. He had a limit and it was nearing the top. So to avoid anything else happening He Opened his wings and flew away. He would not stop until he got to the jewel. No matter what.
