All the guardian candidates, except for Rathal due to his injuries, were assembled outside of the temple of the city. One of the mole soldiers had gone around to gather them all. He had to have Dawn pull Ratha away from Rathal since she didn't want to leave him. The three candidates were standing far away from each other: Dawn was staring aimlessly into the ground, Ratha was pacing back and forth, and Frost had his back turned away from both dragons.

The temple door creaked open as a dragon with yellow scales and dark blue horns stepped out to greet the dragons. The three dragons looked towards the door. "Young ones, please come in. We have much to discuss." The dragons walked inside and were astonished by the temple interior. The marble pillars in the room were etched with symbols of past guardians, creating an ancient yet modern touch. The current room they were in had a table in the center, where the guardians discuss plans for the city or battle strategy. There were seven hallways branching off from that room. There were four rooms for the guardians, one for the archives, another for training dorms and an arena. The last hallway appeared to be under construction.

"Welcome to the Warfang! We apologize for what happened when you arrived. Attacks on Warfang aren't common anymore. They must have noticed that the guardians were currently out of the city. They were obviously naive for thinking they could take Warfang, but that is not the point of discussion. Today, we will discuss your training. I guess that you are the guardian candidates I've been waiting for?" Frost stepped forward. He had a skeptical look on his face.

"Before you continue, who are you? My dad never told me about you."

The elder dragon gave a hearty laugh, "Your father didn't necessarily take notice of me. Anyhoo, my name is Volteer. Only Static knows me well since I was the guardian before him. But I lost my powers a long time ago. I remain as Warfang's sole archivist. It's basically my home now." There was a bit of silence.

"Ok, enough about me. You all will be sleeping in the dorms. Training will begin when the rest of the candidates arrive. You each will train with your corresponding guardian. Dawn, since we do not know your element, you will be training under one of our oldest dragons, Terrador. We do not think your element is earth, but he can unlock your potential. That is all. Ratha, if you would please inform your brother of this information, that would be fantastic. You are all dismissed." The dragon walked away into the archives. Frost went to the arena to immediately start training. Ratha went back to her brother while Dawn went to his dorm room.

The dorm rooms were for every dragon of every element. Dawn found his room labeled with his name. There wasn't anything particularly special about his dorm, just a standard bed, and fireplace. It felt stale like this room hadn't been used in years. He did have a balcony like in his house at Northtown though. He walked out onto the balcony to appreciate the view. The city was aesthetically pleasing at night. The city was lit by lamps all down its streets. The buildings were covered in an orange glow. He was so entranced by how stunning it was that he stared at it for what felt like an hour. He just felt so at peace. A knock came at the door which snapped him out of his trance. "Coming!" He walked to the door. He wasn't expecting anyone today.

When he opened the door, he was surprised to see that it was Amethyst. "Hi, Dawn! Just want to drop by to see how you were settling in." She looked genuinely happy to see him.

"Yeah, I'm fitting in well. D-do you want to come in?" The black dragon stammered a bit but Amethyst didn't mind.

"Sure. Thank you!" When she walked in, she looked around. "There's not a lot here."

"Yeah, I just got here, so I haven't had a lot of time to start making it into a home yet."

She went out onto the balcony, "You have a beautiful view though."

Dawn walked up next to her. The moonlight reflecting off her scales actually made her scales like small amethysts. "So that's how she got her name," he thought to himself. He looked out towards the city once again while the dragoness did the same. "You know, your scales look amazing in the moonlight."

She blushed, "Thank you." The two went silent for a couple of minutes before Amethyst spoke again, "So, there's something I've been meaning to say to you for a while."

Dawn felt his blood pressure rise a little, "And what would that be?"

"Well, I never got a chance since that night you saved me from the wolves. The way you put yourself in harm's way just for me. I just wanted to say… Thank you." Something was shimmering against her eyelids when she said that. She was crying. Dawn noticed and scooted closer to her and wrapped his wing around her to comfort the dragoness. She leaned her head against his chest. His scales were warm. She cooed softly as her heart rate relaxed. She felt so comfortable being next to him. She felt safe.

They sat there as Dawn calmed down her. Though she had stopped crying, he didn't really want to let her go. But as he looked to check on her, she was asleep. Dawn picked her up and carried over to his bed. He laid her down carefully on top, as to not wake her up. He curled up on the floor, letting her sleep in his bed for the night.

…

The fireplace was crackling with heat as Frost's father walked into his bedroom. He was about ready to go to bed when he felt something by his door. He went back downstairs to find that his door was open. He sighed, "So, you finally came back to finish the job. Took you long enough."

A strange creature walked through the door, "Of course I have. I mean, don't you want to join your deceased mate, Sickle?"

The elder dragon knew exactly who he was talking to, "Of course I would. But I'd prefer giving you a personal trip to hell instead."

"Very well, then how about I go and see how your son is doing?" Before the creature could walk away a wall of ice blocked off the door. It turned around slowly to the sound of a deep growl.

"You won't touch a scale on his body you son of b****!" He charged the shadowy figure. It simply dodged out of the way. When it dodged, he tried to skid to a halt. He stopped before he could hit the wall. The creature suddenly grabbed him by his tail. It swung him through the air before slamming him into a table. The table broke in half and scattered across the floor. When the dust settled, he used his hind legs and kicked it the wall. He tried to get up, but one of the table legs had gone through the membranes of his wing. He grabbed it and pulled as hard as he could. It came out, but he was bleeding. The creature shook of its stars and spit a green glob. Sickle dodged just the glob made contact with the table. He looked back as the started to burn away. He looked back towards the creature. All it did was smile at him.

Sickle used his ice energy to form ice spikes behind the creature. He ran towards it. They wrestled each other down for a while. But the creature exactly what he was trying to do. After tussling for a minute or so, the creature threw him off of them, towards the ice spikes. He stopped just as one touched him. He looked back at her with ice-cold energy in his eyes. He raised his wings as the energy finished building. But a chord of fear could be seen in his eyes when he noticed the creature smiling again.

Suddenly a strong gust of wind hit his wings, pushing him back. He gasped as he felt the ice spikes behind him impale him. He looked at the creature, who had a look of pure delight on its face. Then, it grabbed him by his shoulders and ripped him off the spikes. He screamed in agony at the sudden rush of pain. He collapsed on the floor, profusely bleeding. He couldn't feel his legs. The spike must have punctured and broken his back. Then he felt the hot breath of the creature as it lowered its head down to his level.

"Goodbye, Sickle. It's been fun but I think your son is a better fighter. I guess I'll go find out what kind of tricks he's got up his wings." The creature started walking away. As it was walking, it used the flat end of its tail blade and smacked him across his face as a final act of shame.

...

Frost was awake in his room. He had lit up his fireplace and was reading up on some history of the wolves. He was curious as to why they had attacked Warfang. He thought maybe their history would have some indicators as to why.

As he read through it, he felt like something was wrong. He ignored the feeling at first but he couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen… or was happening. He looked and listened. He couldn't hear anything other than the wind and crickets outside. There was no one around him either

"Frost…" He heard something call his name. It sounded familiar.

"Frost..." He was still trying to figure out where the voice was coming from when he realized who it was.

"Dad!" As he made that realization, he jumped up and took flying in the night. His heart was racing as he quickly made his way back to Northtown. He almost thought he was lost. But he didn't care. He was so tired but he needed to find his father.

He came upon Northtown and immediately landed by his house. He rushed towards the front, "Dad!" No response. When he reached the front door, it was blocked by ice. He rammed into multiple times trying to break it down. It cracked before finally breaking down. When he looked into the house, he immediately noticed signs of a fight. There was a black spot where the table used to be, and ice was protruding from the wall. But the worst was the bleeding heap on the floor that was his father.

"Dad!" He rushed next to his father. One of his wings was broken and he had three puncture wounds through his chest. He had been laying there for quite a while. His father opened his eyes. The life in his eyes was fading. "Dad, you're going to be ok. I'll freeze the wounds to stop the bleed-."

"Don't." Frost was shocked by what his father just said.

"But, why?" The ice dragon wanted so desperately to help his father.

"Because… even if you *cough* stopped the bleeding, I would die before we made it to the healer."

Tears began to roll down Frost's face. "But Dad, I can't let you die. I wouldn't know what to do without you!" He hugged his dad, "I'm sorry, please don't leave me!"

His father smiled, "I'll never leave you because... I love you, son…" His sides began to slow a crawl and then… they just stopped.

Frost almost felt like his heart stopped beating. It didn't feel real, but it was.

He cried softly, "I love you Dad."