Thanks out there to all of my fans, no matter what book! My next 'Wings of Heart' story will be Glory and Deathbringer, called Wings of Heart: Wild as the Jungle (credit to thund3rx13 and that one guest). Also, any OC you think would be good in the story just message me about it :3. Already #8 for favorites, hoping to be in the top 5 soon :D. Now disclamer: I only own the plot, and maybe Dusk, Godwin, Monal, Krakatoa (the dragon), Gneiss, and Cliff. By the way, If one of you can guess where the names origianated from (ex: Kestrol is a bird, Sora is a swamp bird, etc.) and I'll feature the winner's own dragon as, like, a messanger or something like that who helps the main charecters later. I'll explain it more in a message. Enjoy this chapter! Also, read book 5, and, WOW. Although Sunny came across Peril and Riptide, and Peril has her own backstory from Ruby. Although, I'm sticking with the beginings :3.

Chapter 4:

Peril sat next to Clay as Sora was teaching Cliff, Dusk, Godwin, Monal, Krakatoa, and Gneiss how to fly. Dusk soared past them faster than any dragonet they've ever seen. Godwin tried to keep up, but she was too slow to reach him. Monal and Krackatoa were flying side by side. Because Monal absorbs heat and Krackatoa constantly gives it off, they could touch each other, but only for a few minutes. Gneiss was trying to help Cliff, whom was struggling in the back. "C'mon, Clay! Just a little further, your almost there!" Gneiss squeaked. They were almost two years old, yet Cliff hadn't breathed fire since he hatched. In fact, he was just like any other runt, who luckily survived. If he had anymore special powers, he showed no sign. "Ha! Looks like the runt isn't so special after all!" teased Dusk. They might have been sibs, but they still had Skywing blood. "Yea!" Godwin shouted after him before being bonked on the head. "Dusk, you better be nice to your sibilings or you might wake up with your tounge burned off!" threatened Peril. Now Dusk looked afraid. He knew as well as everyone else that Peril once burned dragons in the arena. What he didn't know was that she was just trying to stop him from bullying Cliff and Godwin. ". . . I . . . can't . . . fly . . . any longer . . ." panted Cliff as he struggled to stay in the air "Don't worry, Cliff! Your almost there!" encouraged Gneiss, the only one who stood up for Cliff. Monlal and Krakatoa would mind their own buisness whenever he was being bullied. Godwin would always side with Dusk. Suddenly, Cliff dropped from the sky. It looked as if he passed out from working too hard. Peril guessed he always tired out because he used up all of his energy from when he hatched. Clay shot out at him, but he was flying too slow, at the rate Cliff was falling. Peril knew she could pass him in a second, but if she caught Cliff he would be burnt. There was the chance he could be fireproof, but Peril always kept a safe distance. Although burns could be treated, he could die from that fall. Peril then launched out, not wasting another second. The wind rushed by her ear, reminding her of all of the battles when she would launch at her opponent. Peril caught Cliff just inches above the ground. As soon as she did, Peril's talons turned blue, and a dragon was screaming nearby. Cliff was passed out, and he wasn't screaming. The rest of her dragonets were flying above her along with Clay, just staring at her. That was when Peril realized her mouth was open.

The Clouds werean icy blue. The sky was turning pink. The end of a 6-month day had come in the glacial wastelands. Hail was watching Princess Glacier practice her freezing-breath. "Uncle Hail?" she called to him "Why don't you work as the Chief Guard? Mom said you knew lots of magic, even if you're not an animus, so, why do stay inside the library rather than defend our people?" Hail sighed, before saying "Because my magic has a cost. It takes up all of my energy to fly even the shortest distances. If I wait long enough without doing anything physicial, I can do amazing things in my control. If I do, lets say, a lot of flying, I wouldn't be able to control what I do with my magic. I could hurt alot of dragons, Icewings or no. If I read, I can learn more about the ice. If I know more about the ice, the more I can do with it. My magic also takes a toll on my soul. If I do too much evil with it, it will start to kill me. I have tried once before to be a Chief Guard. I killed lots of dragons, and tried to do it for good, but I knew I had done evil. I don't have long." Hail pointed to a large black spot on his chest "This is the consequence for killing dragons with my magic. It is starting to spread up to my kneck. When it reaches my head, I will die. My powers forever lost. But if I release my powers into the clouds before I die, a worthy dragon will have my powers. A humble dragon, who would stand up for all dragons, will be chosen by a storm." Glacier perked up "Uncle Hail, what if I get your powers? I would be a great Queen!" she said proudly. Hail shook his head "I know what you will use it for. But, even if you are worthy, my powers could stay in the clouds for even after your death! I sure hope not, for the longer my powers are in the clouds, the less 'tame' they become." The scene faded into a haze as Hail and Glacier turned into the faces of a Mudwing and a Skywing.

"Cliff!" said the Skywing "I'm so happy you're alright!" "Careful, Peril, remember your Talons?" said the Mudwing. Cliff's hazy sight turned clear as he realized who the two dragons were "M-Mom? Dad?" he said with as much strength he could muster. The dream he had seemed to turn to mist as he was pulled back into the present. He looked around, and realized he was in the nursing room. He went there often, but he didn't know why. His parents always said it was because of when he hatched, but nothing more. All of his aunts and uncles were looking at him, as if his mother scorched him to the bone. He turned his head back to his parents. His dad had talons on the side of his rock-bed. His mother looked to be in the bed next to him. Steam was rising from the corners of her eyes. Cliff took a closer look and realized her talons had turned blue. How could that have happened? Talons only turned blue if you would go too far in the Ice Kingdom and start to freeze. His Mom would melt any ice underneath her, so how did it happen? Cliff looked back to his dad, as if he asked, he said "You fell, and when Mom went to get you, well, she caught you it's just . . ." Suddenly, Gneiss' head popped out of nowhere and sputtered "You froze Mom!" but then added "You did it by accident, I'm sure." Cliff was just stunned by it. Slowly, he remembered his dream about Hail and Queen Glacier. "Dad . . ." his throat felt like it was full of claws, but he had to tell his dad the dream. "What is it, Cliff?" Cliff looked down, trying to remember the whole dream. "Well . . . I had this dream . . . it started with an Icewing named Hail . . ." When he fininshed, everyone in the room looked shocked. "I-I think that's what happened. I can't remember all of it." Mom had her head in her talons. Dad was about to say something, when there was a loud explosion from the library in the next room.

Dusk, Godwin, Monal, and Krackatoa all came stumbling in. They were in such a rush, Godwin's tail accidently bumped Krackatoa "Eeek!" it was just a small burn, but something had made them on their talons. Even Dusk looked terrified. "What happened?" said Uncle Reed in a rush. Monal flew up and said "Dusk was trying to breathe fire on the dragons in the mob through the small window. The stone started to crumble away, so all of those angry dragons started breathing fire at the same spot. We used the scroll shelves to block it and give us some time, but they're burning as we speak." Cliff had a little strength left, so he got up out of the bed. He always liked when Uncle Starflight would visit and teach him how to read, but it was only once a month. If he could salvage at least this one scroll, he would treasure it. "What are you doing, Cliff?" Gniess called after him "You need rest!" Cliff grunted and continued to trudge tword the library. This caught Dusk's attention "Hey, Dung-brain, where are you going? Are you as stupid as you look?" This still didn't stop Cliff. He needed just one scroll. Mom and Dad were too busy treating Godwin's burns to notice Cliff leaving the room. There was this one scroll, binded in silver and sapphires that Cliff always wanted to read. Uncle Starflight would teach him bits and parts of the scroll, but never enough to fully read it. The most common words he came across was 'ice' and 'cold'. Something had drawn him there. Cliff was also taught the Author, Hail of the Icewings. If Cliff could know more about his dream, he would know what happened to his Mom and her blue talons. The library was filled with fire and dragon's roars. Over at the far end of the Librar, where there was no fire, Cliff saw a pedistal with the very scroll he was looking for on top of it. The last time Uncle Starflight came, he wasn't allowed to read the scroll, but he was taught most of the words found in scrolls. There was banging from the other side of the shelves agenst the walls. I just need a little time to get the scroll and leave Cliff thought, but as he reached for the scroll, something inside him wanted to read it. Okay, maybe just a little bit more time than that to read it Cliff reached out and unraveled the scroll. He looked a little while down the scroll, because his dream probably took place not too far from Hail's death. But, Instead of events about what happened, like a biography, Cliff read: I figured out the key to a knew kind of breath other than I have now, I call Blizzard Breath. As he read on, Cliff realized this wasn't a biography, it was like a scroll to keep track of what Hail learned. Suddenly, the shelves broke open in one final firey blast. Rolling up the scroll, Cliff tried to remember the Blizzard Breath he read about. He knew it was hopeless to try because he wasn't an Icewing, and he likely didn't have Hail's special powers, but it was worth a shot. I would draw in a breath, empty my thoughts, and imagine controling the force of a Blizzard recalled Cliff. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and imagined himself in the Ice Kingdom. The snow was raging in a furious storm. Cliff imagined he could direct it anywhere. Suddenly, five Skywings showed up on the ice, shivering and trying to stay warm. Cliff decided to aim an icey blast around them. It worked, forming a wall of ice around them. But Cliff knew this was just his imagination. When he opened his eyes, he saw a huge wall of ice in front of him, and five Skywings were trapped inside.