Hello everybody! Wow, I am really pumped up for this next chapter! And also, to catcrusader59, it is explained within the story that Mist is ADOPTED. And also, the whole point of me not explaining what the MistWings are is so that Mist can figure it out for herself. HAS NO ONE EVER TAUGHT YOU HOW TO MAKE INFERENCES?! I appreciate constructive criticism, but you and your reviews have been downright rude from the start.

Mist Muse: Aw, come on, give the guy/gal a break!

Me: Hey! Did you see those reviews? "Easy to see through, unrealistic, INCONSISTENT"?!

Clementine Muse: That is pretty mean…

Crystal Muse: Point me in their direction and I'll destroy them with my freezing death breath! :(

Me: In short, your reviews were extremely rude, and I really don't appreciate it.

Ember Muse: Umm… Kitty? Um, you forgot the *whispers*

Me: What was that, Ember?

Ember Muse: Um, you forgot the *mutters*

Me: -.- Would you mind repeating that?

Furytalon Muse: I think she's trying to say you forgot the disclaimer.

Me: Oh!

Unfortunately I do not own Wings of Fire. It is completely owned by the ever-amazing Tui T. Sutherland.

"Stalagmite!" Ember called, perking up as she spotted a dark brown- almost black –Mudwing with golden underscales. The Mudwing stopped and grunted a quick hello, not even bothering to introduce himself to Mist or Furytalon. That is, until he spotted Mist. The Mudwing gave her a toothy grin, revealing crooked, gleaming white teeth.

"Why, hello there." The Mudwing, known as Stalagmite, chuckled. "Sorry for the hostility, but I'm not very big fans of SeaWings." Shooting a glare at Furytalon, Stalagmite continued. "My name is Stalagmite, by the way. What's yours?"

"My name is Morning Mist, and this is Furytalon." Mist replied, smiling sweetly at the strange MudWing. Normally, Mudwings are supposed to be friendly! At least that's what I've heard. Don't they depend on family loyalties? However, Stalagmite's cold voice snapped her back to attention.

"Morning Mist, huh? A fitting name, for the princess of both the RainWings and the Nightwings." Stalagmite smiled, completely ignoring Furytalon. Mist was simply shocked.

"How did you know that?" Furytalon growled. Stalagmite looked at him with a baffled expression.

"Why, it's common knowledge, the royal families of each tribe. Didn't you know that? Anyway, we in the Diamond Winglet should be heading towards our first class together." Stalagmite spoke, continuing along the passage. As he turned his head back to look at Mist, she felt a chill along her side- which she later found was just Crystal –and stared back at the strange MudWing. "I look forward to getting to know you, princess." Stalagmite laughed, and walked on.

"Webs really is a great history teacher." Furytalon commented as he and Morning Mist headed towards the prey center. Mist nodded, smiling.

"Yeah, and Tsunami was truly amazing!" She giggled, elbowing Furytalon in the side.

The famous Seawing princess from the prophecy had been confused when she didn't recognize him, and even more confused that Furytalon had no idea who she was.

"How can you not know who I am?" She had demanded, flaring her phosphorescent wings. "Even if you don't know about the prophecy, you should at least know who the princess of your tribe is!" It took a while to get the agitated Seawing to calm down, and when she did, she still seemed a bit skeptical.

"Is it really so hard to believe that I don't remember anything, save for my name?" Furytalon wondered. The Nightwing in their group, known as Shadowstalker, looked at his Seawing friend curiously.

"I have heard of afflictions like that, but it isn't really all that common amongst dragons." He explained as they entered the library, where Stalagmite, Ember, and Crystal were talking to the black dragon at the desk. That must be Starflight. Mist thought, noting the bandages that covered the blind dragon's eyes. Starflight lifted his head and turned in the direction of the three dragonets.

"Hello?" He started hesitantly.

"It's Shadowstalker, Morning Mist, and Furytalon." Shadowstalker piped up, turning his head towards Furytalon. "Why don't we get our library stamps?" He suggested. "We might as well, since we're here." At this, Furytalon perked up a bit.

"Alright. Those were those cards you told me about earlier, right?" Furytalon inquired.

"Right." Shadowstalker smiled, playing with the pouch around his neck. Suddenly, and idea popped into Mist's head.

"Hey, Shadow, did you ever see the old Nightwing home? You know, on the volcano?" She asked, tilting her head. Shadow seemed to hesitate before quickly shaking his head.

"No, I haven't seen it. I haven't seen it at all. Nobody has seen it since the eruption." Shadow responded, walking up to Starflight and asking for their library stamps. As Mist placed hers into her neck pouch, she felt a familiar sensation, right before a pair of bright pink and yellow wings wrapped themselves around Mist.

"Clementine!" Mist laughed as she was pushed to the ground. "Get off of me!" As she helped herself to her feet, Mist couldn't help but notice that her friend seemed a little subdued. "What's wrong, Clementine?" She asked her friend.

"Huh? Oh, nothing, nothing." Clementine protested before stifling a yawn. "I just can't wait for sun time is all." Aha. Mist nodded. Clementine never is herself when she's tired.

"Well then, let's get going to the meal cave already." Stalagmite grunted. "See you later, Starflight." The burly Mudwing waved over his shoulder as he, Ember, and Crystal all headed for the mess hall. As Mist trailed after them, she couldn't help but feel as though something was wrong. There's something Clementine isn't telling me. She thought. Oh well, whatever it is, I'm sure she'll tell me when the time is right.