Hello readers, I've been sidetracked with other things besides typing for you to be entertained. I apologize for my selfishness because I didn't type so I would have enough time with video games. I'm sorry and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

(Celsius's POV)

I growled at the IceWing, who was only grinning to my reaction. This IceWing was the one who imprisoned and destroyed Galactic, physically and mentally. The only thing I felt was rage from that point forward, and somehow, it was what the IceWing wanted to see.

"Well, I see that you're quite, how should I put it? Ah, yes, angry," the IceWing said calmly. I just growled, not bothered by his annoying voice anymore. I took a defensive stance that I learned from combat class at the college. Deathbringer did the same, but this time, he had his knife out and ready to stab any attacker.

"You really think you can hold us off?" the IceWing asked. "Well, I don't believe you'll survive more than a minute."

"That's if they don't have me," a new voice announced, coming from above. I looked up with my eyes, and spotted Winter descending on us, except he looked different; a lot different.

The first thing I managed to see was the vest, perhaps a bullet proof one, that he was wearing. Another difference was the fact that he carrying a gun, but it wasn't a pistol. Winter had a M4A1 rifle aimed at the five opponents, and his talon was on the trigger. "Stand back, IceStorm."

The leader of attackers, IceStorm, just spread his arms. "Whatcha going to do? Shoot me. Please, we both know that I'll be able to be free on the streets, even if I kill you, and that witness." He pointed to me as he said the last part, and Winter's grip on the rifle grew tight.

"So you did kidnap him."

"Of course, any stupid dragon would think otherwise," IceStorm announced. "Now, you can make this easy and you can die a quick death, or you can resist and die a slow painful one."

"If you do that, IceStorm, then you'll answer to me," a second voice came from my right. I looked there to see Owl slowly approaching in a battle position. She had her two friends, who were also glowering dangerously at the five enemy IceWings. The kidnappers became uneasy, most likely due to that one of the dragonesses was the daughter of the queen.

"Pfft, the queen couldn't even convict, not without proof she can't charge me with anything," IceStorm answered, confidence in his voice. The air went silent, due to the dragons knowing that they was no way they could find him guilty. Celsius tried to think of a way, but to no avail.

For some reason, Winter smiled with him, and I felt uneasy. What is he smiling about? Is he with IceStorm? Celsius was soon going to find out.

Winter took a few steps forward, receiving a dangerous growl from IceStorm and his soldiers. "Well," Winter began, "I guess it's a good reason that I had a recording device with me." The IceWing prince then took out a small electronic device from his bag, and held it up for all to see, as if he was showing it off. IceStorm, who had no malice-like expression on his face, then took a step back in shock, but soon it became pure anger.

"Well, I guess I do have a reason to kill you all, then," my enemy said. "Guys! Kill them! Kill them all!"

The nezt thing I knew, there were five IceWings charging us. They had expressions of courage, anger, and confidence painted of their faces, but they didn't know what they were facing.

When I looked around at my friends, old and new, I noticed that Deathbringer had a small smile on his snout. I found this worrying, but I decided to prepare what he had stored for attackers. Everyone else just had defensive stances and were ready to receive the enemy attacks without hesitation.

Deathbringer acted first; moving through two swipes of one the IceWings, he grabbed the dragon's throat and lifted him up. The IceWing immediately started gasping for breath, trying to rip off the NightWing's grasp, but no avail. Then, Deathbringer punched the IceWing in the stomach and dropped him. Once the IceWing fell to the ground, he had no chance to prepare for the no fast moving tail swipe, which hit the IceWing across the face, knocking him out.

IceStorm growled at the NightWing, but continued his advance on Owl, who was hissing at him. They began their sparring as Winter and another IceWing were battling for the death. The attacking IceWing had his claws on Winter's gun, trying to rip it from the IceWing Prince's grasp and use it against him. Winter only held on to it, forcing them into a heated moment, where they were trying to submit each other for the final blow. Winter then used the distracting fight against the IceWing attacker, using his tail to hit the attacker in the shoulder. The IceWing roared in pain and stumbled back to aid his injured shoulder.

Within seconds, Winter was beginning his assault on the IceWing; throwing punches left and right for the enemy to helplessly defend against. Each blow hit with pure accuracy and damage. The opposing IceWing winced with every hit, and soon it was over when Winter landed an uppercut on the IceWing, causing him to launch back and hit the ice cold ground with a thud, where he would be for a long time.

I turned to see Lynx practically playing with her enemy. She was grinning while deflecting any attacks from her opponent, who began to get angry and lose patience. His attacks became from reckless as Lynx blocked with her wings, giving an occasion slap on the back of the enemy's head with her delicate form of attack. By then, the enemy was fuming and charging Lynx with all his might. As if waiting for it, Lynx just laid her tail, and the IceWing attacker just tripped over it, stumbling until he hit head solid on the ground, knocking himself out.

Then, I turned to see Snowdrop just frighten her enemy off with her fangs. The IceWing kidnapper just bolted and launched into the sky, clearly not wanting to come back to this place ever again. I grinned at her, and she noticed, returning the look to me.

For the first time in two days, I felt confident that we would get through this. The cool winds blew across my scales softly, as if they were giving reassurence that everything would be alright through the end. That all ended when I turned to see Owl, and she wasn't doing well.

IceStorm was overpowering her with her attack, and she was unable to keep up. She winced everytime she parried an attack from him, her arms bruised badly. IceStorm knew this, because his attacks became stronger, and soon Owl would break under the pressure of his blows, then he would take victory.

I couldn't let that happen, so I ran towards the pair fighting, my teeth bared, and my body pulsing with confidence and hatred. I couldn't let the same thing that happened to me happen to her. When I was only a second away, I flapped my wings and extended my claws, catching the pistol that he was pointing at Owl.

IceStorm and I went flying a few feet when I hit him with my body. The pistol launched as well, hitting the ground with a metallic thump. I landed on my side, sending soft shots of pain that didn't effect me. I didn't know where IceStorm was at, but my primary mission was to get the gun before he did.

I turned around after launching myself off the ground, but it was too late. IceStorm already had the gun, pointing directly at me.

"I'm going to end this once and for all," IceStorm hissed. "You aren't worth my time anymore."

"Then pull the trigger," I told him, not wincing as he pulled back the charge bar. I closed my eyes for the end.

BANG!

A shot went off, but I didn't fell anything. Wondering to myself what happened, I opened my eyes, only to see IceStorm wide-eyed. His snout was open and he dropped the pistol, and then looked down, where a blue hole in his chest was, blood spilling out of the wound. He looked up at me with a surprised expression, before staggering to the side. He spat the blood now in his mouth of to the ground before his arms an legs buckled.

IceStorm went down, collapsing on the ground, where he would never get up again. The night became silent, and the opposing IceWings who witnessed this turned and shot into the sky, where they flew faster than the speed of sound. The only thing that could be heard was the wind blowing, making a sorrow sound as I looked at the dead IceWing, then at my friends.

Everyone was alright; Owl seemed fine, but a little bruised up with a small limp. Snowdrop was helping her, along with Lynx, who gazed at Winter with a worried look. I looked to the IceWing Prince, which I noticed the M4 barrel smoking, meaning that he shot IceStorm.

Winter's eyes were wide with shock and disbelief. He dropped the weapon he was carrying and stumbled a few steps, before doubling over. From there, you could hear the sound of him puking, forcing me to look away while he emptied his lunch. The NightWing, Deathbringer, went over to Winter and put a claw on his shoulder, ensuring that everything was going to be fine.

I also made my way towards Winter, my tail tiredly sliding across the ground. My arms and legs were sore to the point beyond feeling, but I let my mind take over. I heard the two dragons have a small conversation while I approached.

"...you did the right thing, Winter," Deathbringer told the IceWing, who didn't seemed to be listening.

"I-I killed him, he's. . . gone," Winter spoke to himself, repeating the same thing again. Deathbringer then took Winter by the shoulders and shook him silently.

"Listen to me, Winter," Deathbringer started, and the IceWing Prince had his undivided attention to the NightWing. "You did the only thing necessary at the time. You saved a innocent dragon by. . . neutralizing the enemy." I noticed Deathbringer not use the word kill, probably to avoid Winter from puking again. "It was the right thing to do."

"It was the right thing," I chimmed in, and Winter glanced at me briefly. "Without taking the shot, I would be dead right now, Winter. You saved me." I gave him all the gratitude I could muster up, but I was too tired to make a speech. My eyelids felt a little heavy, which Deathbringer seemed to notice.

"Okay, Cel, you need some rest," Deathbringer said, giving me a half-hearted grin. "There's a bench right over there." He pointed to his right, where I grey, steel bench was planted in the ground.

"What about all. . . this?" I asked.

"I can talk to my mother to get everything straightened out," Snowdrop answered, walking up from behind me along with her two friends. Lynx went over to Winter and nudged his wing to urge him everything was alright while Owl and Snowdrop began discussing things with Deathbringer.

"If we can have Celsius explain to the Queen of the IceWings what exactly happened, then I'm in," Deathbringer told Snowdrop, who nodded without hesistation. The conversation became silent when I walked over to the bench and lied down across it. I felt the relief of finally relaxing, but still felt the chill wind blowing across my scales. I shivered a little bit before the wind stop blowing, but was still audible to my ears.

I opened my eyes just a little bit to see Owl standing in front of me. She gave me a small smile before silent saying "thank you" to me. She then opened her wings, which were twice the size of mine, and shot off to the direction of the IceWing Royal Palace. I closed my eyes as I saw her fly off, turning into a white spec in the sky.

(* * *)

(Galactic's POV)

I felt myself being lifted out of the supercar by my SeaWing friend. The cool air of the night washed over my scales as I was rushed into my dorm room. I was glad to see the sight of the building; I would finally be safe to sleep. To help speed up to get to the room, I helped walk to give Freakwave a little support. I heard him grunt, as he shifted more of my weight on his shoulders as he pressed the button for the elevator.

I glanced to my right to see a SandWing fastly walking towards us with concern in his eyes. His expression showed worry and fear, but at the same time showed support.

"Are you alright?" he asked, and I simply shook my head. "Here, let me help."

"Thanks," Freakwave responded as the SandWing took my other arm and helped into the elevator. We waited a few seconds for the doors to close, and the elevator went up for about five seconds. The machine then opened, and we were on the second floor. Freakwave rushed out of the device, causing the SandWing to speed up his pace as they carried me to my dorm.

Stopping at the correct door, Freakwave grabbed and keys, nearly dropped them, and unlocked it. Opening the door, I found it strange that the light was on, but I soon realized the Starflight was in the room.

What I didn't expect was to see Waterfall in here as well.

"Moons. . . ," I heard her breath, before jumping off the couch and following Freakwave, the SandWing, and I into Starflight's room.

The two dragons helping me slowly laid me on the bed in the room, and Freakwave exchanged a few words with the SandWing before the two left, leaving me and Waterfall to gaze at each other for a solid. The door closed behind us, and Waterfall immediately climbed onto the bed, and climbing onto me. She made her way to my face, where her's was only inches away.

"First thing to address," she said softly, "I will not leave your side if we go out together again. And Second, you scared the living light out of me! From now on you tell me where you go, understand?"

I managed a small, weak smile, and she returned it with a grin. "Yes, your majesty." With that, she pressed her snout against mine for a second before retracting.

"Do you know that I almost went insane with worry?" she asked me.

"I won't leave you again, ever. I promise," I answered.

"You better," she told me, poking me in the chest with one of her talons. She then got off me and got off the bed, making her way towards the door.

"Water?"

She turned her head, clearly listening.

"Do you mind if you stay for the night? In here?" I asked with a little hesistation, but she responded with none by walking over and climbing onto the bed next to me.

"Now, you need to get some sleep," the SeaWing Princess told me, and I obeyed her request, closing my eyelids and let exhaustion overcome me.

(* * *)

I was shaken awake by a wing, and I groggily opened my eyes to see what was going on. I couldn't see anything, but I could feel Waterfall's wing over mine. The entire room was silent, and so was the entire dorm.

"Galactic? You awake?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Turn around, please."

I thought strangely why, but I still did what she commanded. As soon as I was facing her, I felt her lips on mine, and I closed my eyes at the feeling of them. They felt so nice to me, and I realized how much I missed her, and everyone else important in my life. To my disappointment, I ended the kiss, and Waterfall was surprised that we stopped, too.

"Thank you, Waterfall," I told her, taking her claws into mine. Even though it was dark, I could her see her look of confusion. "I owe you everything."

"But I don't under-"

"You're the reason why I'm here right now," I confessed to her, but she was still confused. "You're the reason why I kept going, even though it was way easier just to give up." I planted a kiss on her cheek, she blushed slightly, closing her eyes. "I love you, Waterfall."

"I love you, too, Galactic."

I pressed my head against hers, and I closed my eyes as we both began to fall asleep. As I began to doze off, I felt her lips press against my forehead. I smiled, knowing that we were both meant for each other, and fell asleep into the night.

(* * *)

A figure was in the dark cave, studying the dragons around him. They were all from dangerous groups from across Pyrrhia, and they were meeting with their knew leader. The figure knew that he would lead this dragons to reign the continent and expell on the dragons that would get in their way.

"Fellow Dragons of the Dark," the figure began, "I want to thank you all for coming tonight. Tonight will be the start of our rule across Pyrrhia, to bring the seven dragon tribes under one ruler. A ruler that will bring security and peace to all dragons, and will eliminate any threats that try to bring chaos. Me."

Some dragons cheered while others nodded. They were all praising the figure like a god, and were awaiting his next orders. The figure smiled with malice and greed while he let his followers praise him and cheer for him.

I will rule the continent, the figure thought. And I will bring every dragon into submission and force them to follow me.

And Galactic will not stop me.

Hello readers!

Wow... that's been quite a while since I said those two words, and I need to explain what's been going on.

I know that I didn't update, and I hate myself for it. I know it is not acceptable, especially when I have forgotten about my story and my readers for a few days. I am sorry for being busy, but I know it's unacceptable when I get side-tracked and not bother to update when I want to entertain myself with things such as T.V., video games, etc.

Star Wars Battlefront II is also pretty addicting. . . heh

Also, I am very Thankful for all of those who have supported me throughout the story. I will never forget you guys and I want to thank you in some type of way, so that's why I am going to do my absolute best to update as much as possible.

I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, and if you want to tell me about an OC you have, feel free to chat with me in reviews. I'll add them to other stories coming up as a way to thank you for being here for me.

Have a Happy Thanksgiving!

-Zmike