A STORM OF ICE AND POWER

PROLOUGE…

Darkstalker stared at his claws. They were shrinking smaller and smaller as time passed, smaller and smaller and smaller. His memories of Clearsight were fading too, disappearing into a fog. He bit his lip, trying not to scream with horror. He closed his eyes, wincing from the nausea. He searched the futures, trying to find at least one where Darkstalker ruled Pyrria. But there were none. Even the ones where he jumped up and killed all the dragons standing on the mountain led to his doom as a tiny dragonet, with no destiny as king of Pyrria. He saw one future that lead to his soul living inside of another. All he had to do was let go of the world where he was doomed. One last spell, he thought, his mind foggy. One last spell to declare my heir. He focused on his powers, his magic. And Darkstalker, the supposed monster, let go of his magic, his mindreading and foresight, everything. But he refused to let go of Clearsight. The memories were fading, his beloved memories of Clearsight that had kept him going, he was losing everything. Clearsight laughing, 'You can't wipe out an entire tribe.' Clearsight's brow scrunched up as she tried to figure out something, 'You're not a dragonet killer.' Clearsight rolling her eyes, Clearsight sleeping, Clearsight crying when she found out about the enchantment on the earrings, 'Maybe it started the first time you lied to me. Or maybe it was losing Foeslayer and not being able to do anything about it. Maybe it was all the small moments where you felt threated or powerless or out of control.', his beloved Clearsight's last words to him: 'Goodbye, my dearest love.' A lonely tear trickled down Darkstalker's cheek. Then he saw his magic and his other powers floating away. He looked at his mother, Moon, the SandWing and the RainWing. They couldn't see it, Darkstalker realized. Only he could. Suddenly, Darkstalker felt his soul being torn away from his body, ripping him away. His soul floated up, taking his mind with it. Darkstalker tried to break away, trying to get back to his body. 'Hello,' a voice whispered. 'Don't fear, your time has not come.' Darkstalker felt himself being whisked away, towards the north. He was suddenly filled with dread, what if his heir was an IceWing? 'Take me back,' his mind wailed, 'I'm not ready, I don't want to see my heir, I just want to die!' 'Your time has not come, your time has not come! Your time has not come!' The voices chanted. 'You will join your heir in mind and soul, body and heart! You will become your heir your heir will become you!' They had arrived at the Ice Kingdom and were racing towards a jagged cliff. Darkstalker saw that there was a pair of IceWings perched quite precariously on a small ledge. The pair were staring fixedly at a nest. As Darkstalker swooped closer, he saw that there was an egg in it. Darkstalker suddenly just knew that the dragonet inside would be his heir. He felt a rush of fondness for the unborn hatchling in the egg, a soft spot for the tiny baby just waiting to burst out into the night air. Darkstalker landed next to the parents with excitement, eagerly awaiting the hatchling. A tiny crack formed upon the shell, followed by another, and another. A tail pushed out, destroying the rest of the shell. The dragonet sat there blinking her wide jaded-green eyes. Green was an odd color for an IceWing, Darkstalker thought. He mentally shrugged, knowing he would love the tiny dragonet anyway.

"What should we name her?" The female asked, playing with the hatchling who was trying to catch her talon.

"How does Snowstorm sound too you?" The father suggested, watching the infant fondly.

"It sounds perfect." The mother said, leaning forwards to bump her snout with Snowstorm's. Snowstorm looked right at Darkstalker and whistled. 'Hello, little one.' Darkstalker thought, smiling. Snowstorm smiled back. She won't ever be Clearsight, Darkstalker thought. But she'll amount to something.

WHAT DO YOU THINK? LET ME KNOW IF THERE'S ANYTHING I CAN CHANGE.

-Glorious