(Flurry's Pov.)

I had flown all day and night, and wings were frozen icicles. Exhausted, I collapsed on the border between the Sand and Ice Kingdoms in a icy cave. It felt welcoming, and as I lay, the cold seemed to soothe my bones. Not much time later I slept.

I opened my eyes, ad I was in an icy castle. My head felt full of pain. I wondered the halls of this fortress blindly. The clean ice walls were like mirrors; anywhere I looked I could only see myself. I heard whispers around me.

You were made to kill. That's all you were made for. To be a loyal warrior, and to end all who supersede your progress. Is that what you are Flurry? Just a ruthless killer?

"No... I'm not like that. I have a conscience," I spoke unto the voice.

You cannot have one. You were made without one.

"And how do you know?"

The voice chuckled at me.

Because Flurry, you speak to your conceptor.

I awoke with a start. I was scared, but confident.

Ignore the voice. The others depend on you. Succeed, for them, and for you.

After waiting for myself to fully awake, I flew off into the Ice Kingdom, nervously.

Now, don't get me wrong, I've had other ops before... just not ones where I'm infiltrating a shadowy IceWing organization with no real intel, no idea how they function, NO idea how they'll react to me, and NO clue what I'm looking for! See what I mean?

Pushing all of these thoughts to the back of my mind, I flew on.

Looking around, I knew what part of the Ice Kingdom I was in. I could see the shiny sea, reflecting and refracting rays of light into my eyes. It was a beautiful distraction.

The sea. So I must be close to the head on the "Dragon" of Pyrrhia, I reasoned, which means I'm must be close. Wonder what they have setup there?

I dove down towards the sea, and grabbed a fish out of the water. My wings skimmed lightly across the slippery silvery sea as I ate the fish hungrily. I landed, and the ice burned my talons. The land around me wasn't very even, and surprisingly, some copses of bushes still survived the deep cold. I could hear voices approaching.

"I hate patrolling. Who'd come this far out anyways?" A dragon said with a whine; he sounded young.

"Because, you never know. We might get attacked. We may not. Better safe than sorry."

I froze. I argued in my mind. Should I talk to them?- or should I hide?

I moved, and the brush rustled, causing them both to tense. So much for being stealthy. I could see both of them clearly; they both wielded a wickedly sharp spear.

"Who are you? Why do you defile these lands?" The older IceWing asked inquisitively; the little one trembled slightly. Painted along the older ones' wings was a beautiful golden tattoo of an IceWing warrior striking down (What I thought was) a SkyWing.

"I'm Flurry," I said with as much innocence as I could muster; I tried to sound like I was a royal. "I want to join you. You are of the Orokin, correct?" He nodded.

"Any IceWings are welcomed with us. Come." He took off with a surprising amount of force, sheathing the spear vertically down his spine. We flew over a large ridge, and it revealed a beautiful village. It reminded me of Possibility...if Possibility was covered in ice. I saw blue Ice igloos, ad even houses ad building that looked completely translucent. Captured dragons from other tribes were being transported rather quickly. I noticed they all had on a small metal band around their wrists.

Anger surged through me, but I had to store it under my ice-cold heart.

We flew dead at the center of a plaza where a large ice chateau rose precariously over the royal settlement. Leave it to IceWings to make everything so extra.

We landed at the gates to the structure.

"Where are we going?" I asked them.

"We have to take you to our officer," the younger one said. The larger one gave him a small nip to the nape of his neck.

"We don't know if she can be trusted yet! Hush!" He whispered to the younger one angrily. The young Dragon looked down ashamed. The large one turned back to me.

"Keep moving, its large here." He wasn't lying. I don't know how long we walked, but I couldn't help but gawk at the beauty of the palace, but also grit my teeth at the sights. They brought back more memories. Horrible ones. I saw a floor clouded with dead dragons, threw haphazardly around as if they were only junk.

We turned a corner, and I nearly gasped aloud. Someone was there. Someone who made me shiver when I saw him.

Bay... Baylis... I thought, and felt my memories of him flood into me. When he'd brought me to my room, when he explained what I was, or could be, when he let us be taken away.

What happened back then, and why can't I remember all of it? Why does it feel like a dream?

"Why are you here?" He asked, directly at me.

I hesitated, then said, "I.. I want to join the Orokin."

"Gladly. Take her to the branding room."

The two took me away again, into a room with liquid gold around the out side of it. Dragons were around, and many of them. They set my binds on a table, and pulled some of the molten gold out of the depths of the sides using cauldrons. They brought the pot over to my wing.

Oh No, this is going to hurt.

They lifted the pot, and poured it over my wings... But I felt no pain.

The gold rolled of my wings. The IceWings gasped.

"She's... a Warframe?!" They whispered to each other.

I felt an arctic cold wash over my body, an indication of my powers. My irises turned a pure white. Frost grow over the straps on my claws, and soon, they shattered into sharp shards, cutting the two close to me. I stood and cracked my neck.

"Well, lets get this over with."