Chapter 10
Prism paced in the throne room of her new castle. Everything was running smoothly as planned but something felt off. Very off. This world was very different from when she left it. All of the dragons have been trapped in the bodies of scavengers. They ride in large boxes that make loud noises and can out run most dragons. They had no idea that dragons existed. Worst of all the scavengers had developed weapons that could easily kill a dragon.
"This is wrong." she muttered under her breath. "What happened to my home?"
"Did you say something, Your Majesty?" squeaked a voice. Sunny was looking through old history books to help Prism find where the world went wrong. Loyalty spells she thought with a silent chuckle. Why didn't I think of it before?
"Sunny," Prism said slowly. "Do you remember saving the world from that huge war?"
"Yes and no. I remember all of it now but I feel like I didn't really do it." Sunny said shrugging her shoulders.
"What do you know of a SandWing named Cobra?" The giant dragon growled when she said his name.
"He was a student at JU then got all tangled up in some weird dragon war then learned magic. He became leader of some sort of organization. To tell the truth, I'm kinda fuzzy on the whole thing." the little golden SandWing explained.
"I believe that he is planning to either kill me or at least find a way to get rid of me." Prism said. "I'm not exactly in a 'being annoyed by a whole bunch of dragons' mood."
"I understand, My Queen." Sunny said with a little bow. Prism dismissed Sunny and went back to pacing. Ruling a whole tribe of dragons was easier and harder than she thought. She didn't have to really do anything. The hard part was that she had to deal with dragons who want to kill her. Why did they want to kill her? All she wanted to do was create a continent where hybrids could be safe. Was that really that bad? According to Night that was horrible. How could my own mate hate the idea of peace? She thought then shivered at the memory of what Prism had done to him when he tried to curse her. "Enchant Night to believe that he is nothing but an enchanted female IceWing ice sculpture by the name of Glacies who serves the most powerful animus alive."
"I'm so sorry!" Prism cried out with a roar of anger and sadness. "I promise I will find you."
Prism roared then grabbed a huge blank scroll and spread it out on the ground. She looked around the room and found a purple inkwell.
"I enchant this jar of ink to create a map of this world and show me exactly where Glacies of the IceWings is."
Prism looked over the map very carefully until she spotted a red dot. She smiled with triumph.
"There you are."