Author's Note: Prepare for a time skip after this chapter folks. Also thank you to thearizona for a brief stink as beta for this story, but my main Beta Reader is back and helping a ton like she does. :) Now be prepared for a visit from a place we know in this chapter and don't worry they will be back heavily once a few more incidents happen. Also a "Storm" is brewing and let's see if people can guess who is coming.

Also, 5 reviews away from 100?! This story is by far my most popular story, I really can't thank each and every one of you enough for the support this story has gotten.

Moon Rising Above

One week after Tunglið was born

To say the week had been hectic after the birth of Tunglið would be an understatement. First, they moved back to the cave both for protection and to control the flocks of dragons from across the island coming to see the new hatchling. They were drawn to her for some reason, but she took it all in stride. Heiđrún and Guðbrandr spent their time with Tunglið while Ásdís and Aage managed the horde of dragons wishing to see the hatchling. During this week, Tunglið stopped stuttering with her speech and was now holding complete conversations with her siblings. All of them were sleeping at night and awake during the day, but each night during a lull, Aage and Ásdís would spend time with their new child while the young couple went out to got food for the night.

During one of these lulls, Tunglið asked her parents, "Does Nóttu listen to our questions? Does she help us when we are in need?"

They looked at each other for a moment, taken back by the question their hatchling had asked them. Their eyes didn't leave each other, almost using their True Sight to communicate the best way to answer her. Aage broke the stare first, turning and lowering his head down to his daughter. "She does and doesn't. If she interfered with everything within the world, then we'd not have our freedom. Imagine if she could remove or change something from within you to make you different just to make the life of one dragon better," Aage explained, trying to use this change to teach his daughter something. "It would make the one dragon happier, but you'd be sad, I would think, if you were changed somehow. She is powerful and strong, but she also knows that every dragon she has created must be allowed to be themselves and live with what destiny has for them."

Aage raised his head, turning out to the cave entrance, sighing softly and wondering where this conversation was heading. "Heiđrún, she isn't related to me is she? Or even our kind?" Tunglið questioned.

"She isn't related to us, but what makes you think she isn't a Night Wing?" Ásdís wondered.

"Her umm… aura... is different than our family, or even the others of our kind."

Aage became worried at this statement, turning to gaze at his new daughter. There is no way she could know that Heiđrún is not a Night Wing. We haven't slipped up in protecting that secret, he thought before speaking. "Daughter, please come with me. We're going for a quick flight. My dear, please tell our other children that we will be back soon."

Tunglið followed her father out into the crisp night air. They spread their wings and leapt into the sky, soaring high above the island. They remained silent the entire time while Aage thought of the best way to tell his daughter about her suspicions but also how not to break his word either.

"Tunglið, I have to ask you something. How are you able to see an aura?" he questioned finally.

"I don't know, father; I just see these colors around us. All of them are similar with a deep purple color, but then each also have accents to seemingly tell each kind apart," she answered, enjoying the cool air on her wings.

"What does Heiđrún's aura look like?"

"It's different. It has a greenish color like the hedges around the island, and then that a deep purple that she only as followed by a sky-blue color that each of us have."

"I made a pact with my former friend, Skuggi, to never tell any of our kind about his daughter. But, I'll let you figure it out on your own. Come; we must head west."

"What is to the west?"

"You'll figure it out soon, child. Then, I shall let you make a decision on who you think Heiđrún might be among us."

A couple hours later

The two Night Wings flew high above the water in the darkening sky. The great sun dragon had fallen beneath the waves nearly an hour ago. In the distance spots of torch light could be seen.

"Father?" Tunglið began. "Is that a human village ahead of us?"

Aage nodded and looked at his daughter. "You surprise me with how much you know, child. You know and act more like a Night Wing that has been around for many years," he confided to her.

"I don't know why, but I've known a lot since birth. Like I'm meant for more, but I don't know what."

"You'll understand in time, daughter, but for now let us focus on what is ahead of us. Do you notice something about this area?"

Tunglið had been feeling something just starting to touch her mind, but the sensation was weak and seemed to be more of an annoyance than anything. She looked at her father and nodded to him.

"That doesn't tell me much, child. Tell me what you noticed," he chided her.

"For one, I sense something trying to influence me. Like something is trying to entice me to go somewhere. And second, well that village seems more new than old."

"Right on both accounts, dear daughter. We are at the edge of a Queen's influence. This time of year she is weak and doesn't capture our kin to do her bidding. This is my warning to you, keep away from her influence for she can and will take you and make you her slave," Aage explained, turning his snout downward to look at the village. "Now do you see an aura around the humans?"

Tunglið peered down from the heavens. Her eyes adjusting to the distance and quickly caught the auras of many of the humans down below. They all had a similar hue color like she had seen on the various dragons around her, but all of the humans also had very different hues to each other. Many, though, were the same for their secondary hue. She concluded that these must be offspring of the particular families down below. One in particular caught her attention with it's large figure and even grander facial features. What intrigued her the most those was that this human had the same color secondary aura as Heiđrún, not a hue off but the exact coloration.

"Father, these auras are different to Heiđrún's. But, I see one that has I think the exact same aura as her," she announced.

"Well I'll be, this must be where she was cast out then," Aage answered back softly. His eyes and head lifted to the stars to see a pair of them glimmering back at him. "Nóttu, do I have your grace to tell my offspring the truth about Skuggi's daughter?"

Tunglið shifted her eyes to where her father gazed and seemingly heard the answer. She shook her head and returned her gaze to her father.

"It seems I've been allowed to tell you since you figured it out on your own, but know what I tell you stays a secret and I will bind you to the same sacred promise that I gave my best friend and Heiđrún's father," Aage proclaimed.

"I understand the promise and I will accept it," she answered.

"Then I shall tell you on the way home and maybe another time I will show you as well."

The two Night Wings banked to the left and began their return to their temporary home. While they flew home, Aage explained the story of how Heiđrún came to be a Night Wing. The story was long, but it told Tunglið that even though she was a Dragon Soul human, she truly did belong as a Night Wing. Another thing she garnered from the story was that perhaps her brother was supposed to be that bonded dragon she was to meet eventually. Now they were bonded in a different way, she felt that it was a more appropriate bond now.

Just before descending, Tunglið spoke softly. "Father, we need to move from this island soon. I sense something coming this way and we need to flee by the time the Night's Eye fully opens."

"What do you mean?" Aage asked.

"I feel something in the air. Like a storm coming to engulf us, but it's not from the clouds. No, I feel it coming from the sea."

Aage looked at his daughter while they spiraled down towards their temporary home. He saw her form shudder slightly, her head looking around wildly like she was trying to find the source and then he saw her markings pulse. Was she actually reacting to something that may come or is she just panicking from seeing the Viking village? he pondered.

"We'll leave by then, but don't tell anyone else. I'll speak with your mother in private about it," Aage remarked, beating his wings to slow his landing. Tunglið nodded and landed softly in front of their cave next to her father.

"TUNGLIÐ!" Heiđrún and Guðbrandr shouted, rushing out of the cave and tackling the new dragon. Tunglið squeaked upon being smothered by her older siblings, receiving a frenzy of licks, nuzzles and playful bats from both of them. She pushed them off, moving into a pouncing stance against the two of them before running off into the forest. The other two gave chase, chortling and barking after her.

Aage smiled widely upon seeing his family enjoying themselves, even if one was not his own or even originally their kind. He had to admit that Heiđrún was a great dragoness, and he could no longer fault his friend for taking her now. Aage turned, and moved inside the cavern to find his mate cleaning herself. In the distance, he heard faint Night Wing roars echoing amongst the trees.

The siblings ran out, play tackling and pouncing on each other. Their playful roars sounded throughout the night as they frolicked in the forest, enjoying the freedom and new games a third dragon allowed them to play. The trio found themselves over by the Spike Shooter family that had helped with Tunglið's birth. One of the hatchlings made its way towards the three of them.

Heiđrún could smell the scent of the cerulean and gold hatchling moving towards them, and noticed it was female. "Aww, she's cute," she said, noticing the hatchling finally become aware of their presence. She squawked and hopped over to them, flapping her wings slightly.

"She's so small? How old is she?" Tunglið asked, curious to know since she had never been that small.

"I'd say probably a couple months old at most. But she isn't talking, so she can't be too old yet," Guðbrandr answered, creeping closer to the hatchling while lowering his body to seem less threatening. "Hi there. You're a cute Spike Shooter. I wonder what your parents named you?"

She squawked loudly and flapped her wings, trying to make a coherent word. Soon, though, the undergrowth rustled and a large magenta Spike Shooter came out and looked at the three siblings. "Her name is Stromur. She was born in a middle of a storm and was the last born of the clutch," the male Spike shooter said. "You must be that hatchling we helped birth recently. My name is Snorri and I'm humbled to help a hatchling that is meant for great things."

"What do you mean?" Heiđrún asked, gaining the attention of Snorri. The male turned his eyes onto her, and peered into hers as his pupils hined. She felt no pain like a forced True Sight, but it was still unnerving to her.

"Much like the new Night Wing, your fate seems intertwined with hers. Just know that in your time of need, she will be there for you. Now, come along, Stromur, let's go sleep and leave these three alone."

The three siblings looked at one another, the two sisters staring at each other most intently. Guðrandr looked between his future mate and his sister, perplexed by what this Spike Shooter had meant, but they scampered off back towards the cave, bounding over and under the overgrowth and fallen trees, seemingly not bothered by his cryptic utterances.

Heiđrún caught up to her little sister and pounced onto her, pinning Tunglið to the ground lightly while she leaned in and licked all over the youngling's face. Tunglið whined and whimpered while squirming around to get herself free.

"Brother… yuck… save me!" she roared in desperation. Guðbrandr chortled, nudging Heiđrún off his sister before pushing his muzzle into his sister's belly and blowing on it while licking.

Soon, Tunglið began to growl and kick her hind legs to get her brother off of her. She also whipped her tail back and forth violently, trying to remove him. Finally, she connected her tail in a sensitive spot between Guðbrander's hind legs, causing him to whimper and roll off his sister.

Tunglid huffed and looked at her brother, standing over him. "That's what you get for messing with your sister, brother," she decreed before looking at her adopted sister. Heiđrún froze for a moment in that stare, seeing something in Tunglid's eyes. She saw a flicker of green and purple glint in her eyes before she registered her sister pouncing at her.

Heiđrún yelped as soon as Tunglið landed on her. The younger dragoness leaned in and licked Heiđrún on the underside of her chin before nipping it and leaving a small cut on it. "That's for all the licking, but I still love you nonetheless, sis," she whispered into Heiđrún's ear. She leapt off Heiđrún and scampered away from her siblings in the direction of the cave.

Heiđrún rolled onto her paws and padded over to Guðbrandr to check on him. She noticed a couple of small tears running down his cheeks when she arrived and shook her head. "Oh you big baby boo Gunny. Come on, walk it off," she stated, nudging his neck.

"You take a hit where it's sensitive and tell me the same thing," he replied, lifting himself slowly from the ground.

"She's headstrong, like another Night Wing I know."

The comment caused Guðbrandr to shift his eyes to Heiđrún, glaring at her lightly before she ran off back towards the cave. "Oh, you're so going to get it when I catch you, my love," Guðbrandr announced, giving chase after her.

Meanwhile, at the cave, Ásdís finally took notice of her mate entering the cave. She rose off the ground, and stretching out her body before padding over and nuzzling the underside of his maw.

"I take it things went well?" Ásdís questioned, purring softly underneath her mate.

"She knows the truth about Heiđrún," Aage revealed, causing Ásdís to flinch back away from him. "I didn't break my promise. I asked Nóttu if I could tell her after Tunglið found a human with a similar aura as Heiđrún. I was allowed to reveal the truth and she knows. She still loves Heiđrún and still sees her as a sister, but we have a more pressing matter."

Ásdís cocked her head to the side in bewilderment before Aage continued his speech. His voice was not only laced with worry, but it held fear in it as well. "Tunglið… she said we should leave before the Night's Eye is fully open because something is coming here. A storm as she called it, but a storm from the sea."

"No, that can't be right. There hasn't been a Sea King around in generations, but they are usually peaceful. It would never be a storm as she spoke about," she answered, trying to sound confident in her words.

"I know, but our daughter is very different from Heiđrún. I feel that Tunglið senses and sees things that could only be described as abilities we've heard Nóttu show," he explained, licking the top of his mates head before he continued to reassure her. "We need to leave in two days. I don't want to stay and find out about this storm she sees coming."

Ásdís agreed and nuzzled into her mate, feeling scared again for the future. "We keep them safe though. They are the future."

"Yes, they are the future and we will protect them no matter what," Aage answered, hooking a leg around his mate's neck to bring her closer.

Sea King - Bewilderbeast
Stromur - Stormfly
Snorri - Stormfly's father