HELLO EVERYBODY! Wow, it has been a LONG time since I have gotten the chance to actually sit down and write a chapter, but I'M FINALLY BACK! YAY! *CONFETTI CANNONS!*

Mist Muse: *Blows the confetti off of her face*

Crystal: *Giving me the death stare* Was that really necessary?

Me: Yes. Yes it was.

Crystal: Just look what you did to Ember!

Ember: *Twitching on the ground*

Me: Ummmm….. 0 -I 0

Stalagmite: *Pokes Ember* Are you alive?

Ember: *Terrified noises* No, no I am not alive. * has stopped responding*

Furytalon: Let's just do the disclaimer and get to the story already… *Brushes confetti off of his shoulder*

Me: Uh…. Heh-heh…. Okay… Man, you guys are NO fun.

I do not own Wings of Fire. Wings of Fire is completely owned by Tui T. Sutherland.

It was a beautiful, gorgeous sunny day, and the Meal Cave was packed with dragons of every shape and color. Mist stared at all of them in ecstatic awe. I've never seen so many other dragons at once! I wonder where Clementine ran off too… As Mist looked around for her friend, a big, burly NightWing shoved past her.

"Out of my way, pipsqueak." He growled, marching off towards a secluded corner of the cave. Or, well, secluded if not for the fact that a young dragonet was eating there. The NightWing began to snarl at the tiny dragonet, and held out his claws, as if demanding something. The younger dragon shook his head and clutched his meal.

"Hey, that NightWing is bullying that dragonet over there!" Mist exclaimed, rushing over before even bothering to think. "Hey! Leave him alone!" She demanded, and the NightWing swiveled his head around to glare at her.

"Excuse me? You think that you have the right to boss ME around? Pfft, pathetic. NO ONE tells me what to do." The NightWing scoffed, and Mist flared her wings in response, her scales turning a vibrant orange, with deep red mixed in.

"Not even the princess of your tribe?" She challenged, baring her fangs. "I could tell my mother and father about you, you know. I'm sure they would not be pleased to hear that you were bullying a young dragonet." At this, the mysterious dragon laughed.

"The princess of my tribe? HA! As if! I REALLY highly doubt that you're princess of ANY tribe. Now BEAT IT, runt." The NightWing snarled, curling his claws and taking a step towards Mist. Before Mist even knew what was happening, Furytalon was there, barreling into the strange NightWing. "OW! Hey, quit it, SeaWing!" He protested.

"WHAT is going on here?!" Tsunami's voice roared from the entrance to the cave, and Mist turned around and realized that every dragon in the cave had been watching her confrontation with the NightWing. Tsunami stormed over to Furytalon and the NightWing, separated them, and glared at them. "No fighting at the school." The NightWing pointed a talon at Furytalon with an injured expression.

"He attacked me for no good reason, Miss Tsunami! I didn't even DO nothing!" He whined. Mist growled at him.

"You didn't do anything? You were bullying this dragonet!" She exclaimed. "And then you were threatening me! OF COURSE he attacked!" Every dragonet in the hall nodded at Mist's words, muttering in agreement. Tsunami glared at the NightWing, then ushered him out with her wings.

"Come on, what's-your-face. You need to have a nice, long, chat with me." She said curtly, and the NightWing glared over his back at Mist.

"My name is Inferno." He growled, then added under his breath, "And you'll pay for this. I ALWAYS get what I want. And now, I want revenge. And mark my words, I will GET it."