I'M BACK! I'm gonna tell Parraya's story like I did Tarsier's and there won't be an accent in the whole thing because that's annoying.

It was a little over my seventh hatchday, and I was raised outside The Ice Kingdom, being a forbidden egg.

We lived near Sanctuary, but closer to the Rainforest. Anyway, my parents asked me to travel to the city to trade some of the wild berries that grew on our wall.

I entered through one of the side entrances, and immediately got noticed.

After a while, one IceWing with plain white scales grabbed me by the neck, and another grapped my wings and hauled me into the sky.

I screamed, but it was no use. The dragons below me laughed and watched as the IceWing clapped irons around my talons and took me to a stage.

I yelled for my mama, for my pa, for anyone to help me. I couldn't fight, I never learned how. I never was quite the fighter.

The IceWing told me to hush up, and I did as he said, afraid of what they would do to me if I didn't.

Then things got worse.

I heard drums begin to be played, increasing volume and tempo, I saw dragons whispering excitedly and pointing at me.

Then, everything stopped.

I strained to look behind me, and there stood an IceWing/NightWing hybrid, his colors seemingly cut down the middle, like two different dragons sewn together.

I noticed he had strange jewlery, it looked like dragon toes and scales. He came over to me, and his eyes were as black as night.

"My children!" he yelled, throwing his talons up as all the gathered dragons cheered and applauded, "Today, I see you found us another frivilous scale. Her spikes will make beautiful rings, and for those that showed her the way up here, you will earn a necklace."

The two IceWings that snatched her stepped forward, their heads bowed.

"Alright, bring forth the saw and file." He gestured to two gruesome-looking tools.

Just seeing them put me into a shiver. I knew what happend next. My spikes would be cut off, to use for their jewelry.

I was eerily calm, though my mind was screaming to run, hide, fight, anything that could save me.

Taking his saw, he began to hack at one of my spikes. The two IceWings from before held my head tight.

It didn't hurt at first, but then it felt as though I was being dipped in a volcano.

I screamed, but the IceWings snapped my mouth shut, stifling my cries.

I passed out about the second or third spike from the pain.

When I reopened my eyes, I saw the most handsome dragon ever.

His name was Stallion. We were quickly wed(her eyes started to get teary here). He loved me, and I loved him. That's the truth.

I had to be kept a secret from everyone so they couldn't use me to get to Stallion. Only him and Tarsier knew who I was.

The priest of Sanctuary was killed by Stallion when he saved me. He told me they often made runs to see if there was anyone being sacrificed.

My screams were enough to alert them from a mile away. Stallion and I were blessed with a tiny dragonet.

She was beautiful. We called her Humbleheart. That was before we were attacked.

A NightWing assassin sent from the Base attacked our family. I remember Stallion sheilding me and Humbleheart from him, fighting until his last breath.

I screamed, crying for Tarsier, Stallion, anybody. He wrenched Humbleheart from my talons, breaking her neck without a word, staring at me with expressionless eyes.

I began to have the same feeling as when my spikes were being cut off. I became eerily calm, then attacked.

I was about to be killed before Tarsier bursted into the room. The assassin, seeing he was cornered, fled into the night.

Tarsier helped me move past Stallion and Humbleheart. He taught me to put my heart elsewhere. Now I am a healer for him. Now, I give my life purpose.

Story End

Parraya turned to Azalea, "You see now?"

Azalea gave Parraya a sympathetic look, "Wow... I would've never known."

Parraya laughed, "As long as you don' tell anyone else, we're good."

Azalea smiled as she picked herself up from the dirt, "Man, it seems you two are all about secrets."

"Yah. Tha's what friends are. Anything gnawing at you perchance? I don't know where ya came from." Parraya looked curious.

"Um..." Azalea rubbed the back of her neck.

A messenger saved Azalea from answering. It was the same light SandWing from before.

He gave her a letter and disappeared.

"Unusual." Parraya admitted, seeing the letter, "I haven' seen one of those for a long time."

Azalea unwrapped it to see a note:

It's me, Tarsier.

I need you to come in as soon as the messenger sees you standing. I have a mission that could change Pyrrhia! Hurry Lea!

Ask someone with fire to burn it or venom this note.

It was scribbled, she could tell he wrote fast. She could almost see the excitement making his still talons sporatic.

"Go on then! Go see what he has! It'll be good!" Parraya pushed Azalea playfully over to the hallway.

Azalea hurried down the hallway, excitement making her heart pound.

She knocked and Tarsier let her in.

"So. What do you have to say?" Azalea sat down and looked at him eagerly, "I hope it's not anything too stupid."

"Okay, we can't talk now." he pulled a lever that dropped down metal all around the room, "Okay, now we can. It's about your next mission... How's your acting?"

"Good? What does that have to do about the mission?" She asked.

Tarsier took a deep breath, "You will be in the Ice Kingdom to kill Queen Curium."

Not as good as a cliffhanger as I bargained on... Oh! I will be trying to update these daily the week of my year anniversary here on FFN! It's on Nov. 29, so prepare yourself for showers of 473-5