Apollo: Hello again to all our wonderful readers! To start with, we don't own Wings of Fire. Parts of this chapter are directly from The Dragonet Prophecy.

Artemis: Yay, no haikus!

Hermes: Whoo!

Apollo: Yes, yes. Now that that's over with, on to the real content of this AN. CanopyRainandSkyWing, you raise a valid point. Thank you.

Hermes: We are split on the issue.

Artemis: I think that they could probably do this.

Apollo: I agree. From Moon Rising, page 20, "The headache was so blistering, she considered running into the rock wall to knock herself out. And then, very softly, under all the yelling, she heard... Aha. There you are." I believe that this is Darkstalker projecting his thoughts to Moon, rather than Moon reading them.

Hermes: He's only allowing his thoughts! It's just two telepaths reading each other's active thoughts.

Apollo: And I'm telling you there is no way that Moon would have actually found a semi-distant voice through all the yelling of the dragonets around her, especially untrained!

Artemis: As you can see, we are divided, but in this fic, mindreaders can broadcast, partly because we already wrote it in.

Apollo: Canon seems undecided. What do you think? If you have any questions, feel free to contact us by PM or review, and we will try to address them. Enjoy!

5011 A.S.

"I don't want to see the RainWing again, Kestrel."

"He'll be back by midday. It has to be done by then."

"Drowning would be simplest."

"I joined the Talons of Peace to stop killing dragons. Why did Morrowseer even tell us to kill Glory?"

"I'll do it tonight while she's sleeping. I can get in there and break her neck before the others know what I'm doing."

Starflight woke with a gasp. This had to have been a true-dream. If it wasn't, he wouldn't have remembered so clearly. An unknown dragon named Morrowseer, Kestrel, Webs, and Dune, speaking. Brief glimpses, but all that remained were the words. Quickly closing his eyes again, Starflight attempted to look into the future and heard the same words. A true-dream indeed, then. Not the first he had, he had glimpsed SeaWings speaking Aquatic several years ago, and still could see the vision if he looked for it, but certainly the most terrifying. Of the three guardians, only Webs seemed to be truly against Glory's impending murder. For that matter, why were the guardians ordered to kill Glory? From the first part of his dream it was probably this mystery dragon, this Morrowseer, who told them to do it. By the name Morrowseer, this dragon was likely a NightWing. Starflight consoled himself with the knowledge that not only was the future not set in stone, but that even in that future it was possible that Glory survived. Looking into the future again, Starflight was shocked. In almost every future, there was an attempt to kill Glory, and about one in three of these futures included Glory's death due to this attempt. Incidentally, in every single one of these futures without Glory, Clay did not spy on a conversation between the guardians. Interesting. He would have to observe cautiously then. After all, he did not know if this Morrowseer had powers. Wait… Wasn't Morrowseer the one who made the prophecy in the first place? Yes, he was! Well, this is bad? How does one deal with a seer? Starflight groaned. Good thing Starflight was also a seer. This would be difficult… But not impossible.

"Starflight! Starflight!"

"What is it, Tsunami, I'm trying to study! What if Kestrel comes by!"

Lowering her voice to a whisper, Tsunami said "Sensitive information."

"I'm listening. Reading. Whatever."

"Some dragon named Morrowseer will be here tomorrow."

Starflight narrowed his gaze. When he projected again, his tone was unusually harsh. "Are you sure? The name is Morrowseer? I assume you spied on the guardians again."

"Yes to both. Why the growling? Did you have a vision or something?"

"Yes. Now, I need to go, FAST."

"Wait. Do you know anything significant about Morrowseer?"

"If you remember your history, he's the reason we're all here. Get the others, I'll try to learn more. Gather them at your sleeping-cave."

"Okay? Just be careful, Starflight. I don't want any of you hurt."

Tsunami left, slightly confused about Starflight's reaction. Meanwhile, Starflight closed his eyes and reached out. In the darkness, he could sense seven lights. They were no longer as simple to tell apart as they had been when he first became aware of them, but he knew from experience that each one was a mind. One light moving. That would be Tsunami. She would shortly find the other three dragonets and bring them to her sleeping-cave. Slightly further, he could perceive the other three lights. The guardians. Focusing on the closest, he found that it was Kestrel. Quietly, he started broadcasting. "Morrowseer. Morrowseer. Morrowseer." An image of a large black dragon. He had been correct, Morrowseer was a NightWing. Morrowseer was holding an egg. His egg, if Kestrel's accompanying thoughts were any indication. The prophecy. A message.

'Morrowseer is coming.'

Withdrawing, Starflight considered the ramifications of this knowledge. He had a time now. Tomorrow. They would have to plan quickly, and hope Morrowseer did not look for their plans.

"What's wrong Starflight? Why the urgency?"

"I have had a vision, Sunny. This is an important one. Glory, you might want to sit down for this."

Glory, previously climbing a stalagmite to occupy herself, slid down. "What is it?"

"I'll be blunt - your life is in danger, Glory. You must disappear by tomorrow. Do not be found."

"What? Why? How am I in danger?"

"Tsunami, have you told them about Morrowseer?"

"No. Clay, did you?"

"Yes. What does he have to do with your vision?"

"The first part of my dream was an unknown dragon saying 'I don't want to see the RainWing again, Kestrel.' Later, the guardians were discussing, and Webs said 'Why did Morrowseer even tell us to kill Glory?' I checked the dream after. This is a true vision. Most of the futures involve some sort of murder attempt."

"Sounds serious. Well, you haven't steered us wrong yet, Starflight. I guess I should hide soon then. Did you make sure that the guardians weren't nearby when you started talking about your powers?"

"Yes, they are all in their sleeping-cave. Another thing I need to tell you all."

"What is it, then?" Asked Sunny.

"The time to escape is nigh. Within three days we must leave. The prophecy is upon us. We have a small window of opportunity, centered at tomorrow night. Glory, you must wait to hide until after Morrowseer arrives. Otherwise, I don't know what will happen. I'll contact you four telepathically when the time comes."

"About time!" Chorused Tsunami and Glory.

"Well, that's all I got. Be yourselves, but don't reveal anything about powers. Think of history. I of all dragons know that trying not to think of something gets you thinking of it."

With that said, the dragonets dispersed, going back to whatever they needed or wanted to do. Tsunami to the river, eager to spend as much time in it as she could before the guardians restrained her, Sunny and Glory to the training cave, Clay left to sleep elsewhere, and Starflight returned to the library. All they could do now was follow the plan.

Starflight was nervous. The five dragonets, along with the guardians, were gathered at the entrance tunnel, awaiting Morrowseer. Suddenly, there was movement in the shadows, and a large dragon, dark as a bottomless pit and even larger than Kestrel, stepped forth, spreading his jagged wings intimidatingly. He cast his gaze over each dragonet in turn. Starflight, glancing to the sides, noticed that his friends were just as scared as he was. As Morrowseer's gaze turned to Glory, Starflight saw him sneer in disgust.

"What. Is. THAT?" He growled, and if words could kill they would all be dead a dozen times over from the sheer venom dripping from the words. Trails of violet and gold wound across Glory's scales, shifting fluidly, and interspersed with streaks of red and that acid green born of pure terror.

"There was an accident." Kestrel said. "The SkyWing egg was destroyed, so we had to get a replacement -"

"From the RainWings?" Interrupted Morrowseer.

"It was his idea, he brought her egg here!" Snarled Kestrel, whipping her tail at Webs.

"At least we have five dragonets, that's what matters." Interjected Webs.

"More like four and a half. You -" Said Morrowseer, jabbing a claw at Sunny. "Are you supposed to be the SandWing? Don't you eat? What's wrong with you?"

After a few tense seconds in which Sunny tried to squeak out an answer, Tsunami intervened. "She does. She eats fine. As much as anyone."

"She's the best fighter of us all, and Glory's not far behind." Clay said.

"You. Shut up." Turning from Clay to the guardians, Morrowseer continued. "Something has gone very wrong here."

Sensing Tsunami's intent, Starflight knew what was coming. However, with Tsunami's stubbornness, there was no other way events would play out.

"Yes! It has, and I can tell you what. We're treated like prisoners! We've never been outside these caves, not once. All we know about this world we're supposed to save is what we've learned in scrolls. We're supposed to be the most important dragonets in the world, but those three treat us like blind salamanders!"

Starflight couldn't help but feel that the rant was a little unfair. Hadn't Webs taught them Aquatic? Helped with Clay's fire resistance? Hadn't Kestrel taught them how to fight? Anyway, the damage was done.

"Tsunami, hold your tongue." Dune snapped.

"I will not!" Cried Tsunami. Turning to Morrowseer, she continued. "Please get us out of here, take us away with you."

"Ungrateful lizard!" Kestrel growled. Starflight agreed. Just because the guardians hadn't let them leave doesn't mean that the skills that they taught the dragonets were worthless.

Suddenly, Morrowseer lunged at Tsunami. Clay leapt to her defense, and together the two dragonets fought valiantly, but were unable to inflict any harm upon Morrowseer. Suddenly, Morrowseer growled in surprise, sounding slightly pained, and swung his tail into view. Hanging from the end, biting into the vulnerable spot near the end shared by all tribes, was Sunny.

"Ha," Morrowseer rumbled. "That's a surprise." As he plucked Sunny off his tail and deposited her onto the ground, Starflight's eyes widened fractionally. So Morrowseer certainly couldn't see the future the way Sunny could. Perhaps his Sight simply functioned the same way as Starflight's own.

"That one will do," Said Morrowseer, pointing at Tsunami. "And so will that one." Continued Morrowseer, nodding at Clay. "This one… We'll have to see." He finished, studying Sunny.

"We followed the prophecy," Dune insisted. "She wasn't in a clutch of eggs - I found her egg alone, buried out in the desert. Just like the prophecy said."

"As for you," Morrowseer looked at Starflight, "I assume you used your NightWing powers to figure out that I wasn't going to harm the SeaWing. Perhaps you even had a vision of my visit today. No doubt you already know that I'm going to take you into the next cavern for a private conversation." Turning to the guardians, he continued. "We'll talk about her later."

Together, the two NightWings walked towards the study room. However, Starflight couldn't shake the feeling that he was missing something. Then he realized what had got him suspicious. Why had Morrowseer phrased his statements in such a way that provided the answer to itself?

Arriving in the study room, Morrowseer turned around and glanced back down the tunnel. Satisfied that they had not been followed, he turned his gaze to Starflight.

"I'm sure you have already guessed why I've brought you here."

"Is it because I'm the NightWing of the five?"

"Precisely. As a strong and noble NightWing, you are a natural leader amongst dragons. To that end, you must know how to conduct yourself."

Stretching out with his powers to lightly brush Morrowseer's mind, so gently that it would almost certainly be imperceptible, Starflight asked his next question. "Does this have anything to do with the prophecy?"

At this, Morrowseer replied. "Why yes, it does." However, Starflight's question had prompted images in Morrowseer's mind. Lava. A great dragon. Ice. Long discussions. A painstakingly crafted prophecy. It was a fake. Morrowseer had made up the prophecy with the help of another.

"The line 'Darkness will rise to bring the light'. It obviously refers to us NightWings. We, acting through you and your group, are going to be what ends the war. This brings us to another point. Blister must be the one to ascend to the SandWing throne. I have seen it -" Lies. Starflight could tell from his feather-light touch on Morrowseer's mind that this was a lie. "- Blister is the only one who can feasibly be a good queen. Burn is too violent, and Blaze is roughly equal in intelligence to a common camel."

"Seen it? You can see the future?"

"Yes." No.

"Can you also read minds? Is that power common?"

"Yes indeed, and it is. NightWings tend to develop their powers at about thirteen years of age."

That statement was entirely false. The thoughts flying through Morrowseer's mind were now reflective. No powers. Not in thousands of years. Not since - At this thought Morrowseer stopped himself. Starflight, through long experience deceiving the guardians, managed to avoid reacting. Why would Morrowseer censor his own thoughts if he believed that NightWings had been powerless for thousands of years? Moving on, Starflight asked "And where do you live? The maps we have don't mention where."

"We don't live on the mainland, but rather on an island in the North."

Fire. Lava. Clouds. Smoke. Death. Hunger.

"So why is it that we live in an area so remote as to be off the maps, while all the other tribes live on the mainland?"

"The reason has been lost to time, I'm afraid. All we know is that we used to live on a peninsula adjacent to SandWing territory, and that the area is now abandoned. Part of it has disappeared under the sea."

Tunnels. A forest. A desert. An island.

"So, we were talking about how I should conduct myself?"

"Ah, yes. Be mysterious, be vague, and above all, be cautious. It would not do to fail."

"And what about Glory?"

"Don't worry about the RainWing. I'll take care of it. You may go, and do not tell the others what I have told you."

Shaken, Starflight left the study cave and returned to his friends. He was relieved that Morrowseer was powerless, but he was also certain of his chosen course of action. After all, the last thought he had gleaned from Morrowseer's mind was nothing but a confirmation of Starflight's worries.

Death.

Starflight slunk back into the main hall, Morrowseer close behind him. Without a word to any of the three dragonets still there to listen, the enormous NightWing departed to the guardian's cave. Starflight watched him leave, then turned and headed to his sleeping cave. Clay caught up with him.

"What happened?"

"Later. For now…" At this, Starflight fired off a message to the other four dragonets. "Meeting in my sleeping-cave. Attendance not optional. Stakes - the world."

"That serious? Three moons."

The moment Tsunami entered the cave, Starflight began.

"We don't have much time. Tonight, after Morrowseer leaves, I will tell you the rest of the plan. Glory, now is the time to hide. This is important - Morrowseer has no powers. He is a fraud, I got it from his own mind. No NightWing, to his knowledge, has had powers in thousands of years. Now, Tsunami, Glory, you two need to leave now. Sunny, follow Tsunami at a distance. Clay, stay here, spy on the guardians later. Reconvene at the river, tonight. Go!"

Shocked from the revelation, the dragonets quickly obeyed Starflight's instructions, with faith that the NightWing would not steer them wrong.

"Did you know this would happen?" Huffed Tsunami, from her spot chained to a column of rock.

"Yes. I'm reasonably sure it had to happen. Clay, did they discuss killing Glory?"

"Y-yes. They did. Kestrel plans to do it tonight."

"Good. Well, not good, but according to my visions. THIS is why Glory needed to hide. Now, the plan." Suddenly shifting to telepathy, he continued. "Sunny, you and I will melt Tsunami's chains. Tsunami, Clay, you two will escape by the river. Go downstream. You are nearly guaranteed to survive. Best chance we have. While they are escaping by the river, I will be talking to the guardians. I had a vision while Tsunami was being chained - there is danger imminent. We must beware. Dune is at greatest risk. I plan to reveal my powers and warn them. Webs and Dune will see reason, I'm sure of it. Kestrel is a bit riskier, but that's why Glory will remain hidden. My power of telepathy is easily proven. The fate of the world depends on us… Let us begin."