(Beware possibly incorrect information; I don't have the books right in front of me.)
About an hour later, Frute started to get a bit tired, so he stopped rowing and gently nudged Mye awake. She mumbled at first, then sat up.
"Time to switch?" She asked. Frute just nodded, and handed her the oars. Luckily, there were notches on both sides for the oars to go in.
Frute sat back down again and starting to try to get comfy, but before he closed his eyes Mye gently said, "While we still have time to turn back…what's Pyrrhia like?" Frute looked at her. She seemed genuinely curious. Frute sighed.
"Okay, here's all I can tell you: Once upon a time, about twenty years ago, a SandWing queen named Oasis ruled the Kingdom of Sand." Frute began. "I don't know a lot about her reign, but she had three daughters—Burn, Blister, and Blaze. Burn was the oldest, strongest, deadliest. Blister was the middle daughter, smart, conniving. Blaze was the youngest, naïve, beautiful—to most. One day, Oasis was killed by scavengers. After her daughters found out, they fought about who would become queen.
"They didn't keep their fight to themselves, though—they took two years to ally themselves with the tribes of Pyrrhia. Burn became allies with SkyWings and MudWings. Blister chose SeaWings. Blaze took IceWings and most of the SandWings. Soon, every tribe but the RainWings—who were too lazy—and NightWings—who haven't been seen in years—were fighting each other, just for a stupid throne. And thus the Great War began.
"For eighteen years, the war has been killing innocent dragons. Possibly thousands of innocent dragons. Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, sons, daughters—every dragon of every tribe is going to die is a stupid war for a stupid title. The only thing that keeps dragons fighting is a special prophecy. One that predicted the end of the war, once and for all." Frute ended his explanation with a heavy sigh. It was painful to recite everything he knew, and with every word came a different memory of when he was in Pyrrhia. Frute looked at Mye, who seemed to be thinking about something. "And if I'm going to be honest, I hoped that you would never see it."
Mye looked up at him. "I'm sorry." She said. "It must've been hard living there. But we can turn back, if you want. We're still close to home."
"No." Frute replied. His answer seemed to startle Mye a little. "I…I think I want to go back. Just for a little bit. If you want to stay, I'm sure there's room in the rainforest. I've never been there, but my father was a RainWing. He might've had friends."
"Might've had?" Mye echoed quietly. "Was? If you don't mind me asking…what happened?"
Frute looked up at the night sky and thought for a moment. He had never met his father, but he had seen him with Flora sometimes. "My father is dead. Killed by my aunt shortly after my mother died. And my mother was killed in a battle." He said. "Both of them died a few months before I left. The war took all three of us."
"No it didn't." Mye replied. This time, Frute was a little surprised by her statement, until she continued. "You're still alive. You're still here. You might be dead inside, but your body and soul are still here." She punched his shoulder lightly. "And you better not die on me, or else I'm going to find a necromancer to bring you back to life just so then I can kill you again!"
"Same here." Frute said. He found himself smiling. Mye always seemed to be able to turn a dark conversation into a bright one. He enjoyed that.
"Hey, maybe this is actually working!" Mye said. "Maybe going to Pyrrhia was the right choice. You're even smiling!" She picked up the oars and started rowing again, having stopped during their conversation. "Could you tell me the war-ending prophecy? If it's not too much trouble?"
Frute nodded, and began reciting the one thing that made him believe his sibs were still alive.
"When the war has lasted twenty years…
The dragonets will come.
When the land is soaked in blood and tears…
The dragonets will come.
Find the SeaWing egg of deepest blue.
The wings of night shall come to you.
The largest egg in mountain high
Will give you the wings of sky.
For wings of earth, search through the mud
For an egg the color of dragon blood.
And hidden alone from the rival queens,
The SandWing egg awaits unseen.
Of three queens who blister and blaze and burn,
Two shall die and one shall learn
If she bows to a fate that's stronger and higher,
She'll have the power of wings of fire.
Five eggs to hatch on the brightest night,
Five dragonets born to end the fight.
Darkness will rise and bring the light.
The dragonets are coming…"
Frute remembered when Mallow drilled the prophecy into him and his sibs' heads, to remind them that the war will end soon. There may still be two more years, but Frute knew there were some dragons who were counting the days until the war ended.