Hello readers, this is going to be to be the last chapter I do for a week until I can finish reading my two books for high school. I hope you guys get that I need to put school first and I will see you at the end of the chapter.

(Freakwave's POV)

Today was the most stressful day I ever had, and I never have had a stressful day in my life. My mind filled with horror every time I replayed the thought of Celsius and Galactic getting kidnapped and beaten by racists. I just wanted to help them as fast as possible, but I couldn't, mainly because I didn't know where they were.

"Why are we still standing around?" I demanded from Deathbringer and Winter, who were still finalizing the plan. "With every hour we don't do anything, the higher the chance that Celsius and Galactic are already dead."

"No need to worry, well, as much," Winter replied, still looking over the map Deathbringer brought over. "IceWings tend to make the victim suffer a long, painful death when it comes to befriending the enemy."

"Oh! Just perfect to know! My friends are going to be tortured to death!" I exclaimed, feeling my stomach fill with fear. "Anything else you want to tell me?" The last part was sarcastic, but Winter didn't seem to catch on.

"Well, your NightWing friend might freeze to do death before actually dying to torture," Winter explained to me, then got a smack to the shoulder by Deathbringer. "What?" the IceWing asked.

"You are not helping with the situation," Deathbringer responded. "Besides, Galactic has done some pretty risky things for me. That NightWing is brave and loyal to friends. Reminds me of Clay; haven't heard from him in a while." The NightWing looked up, frowning in thought; Starflight just walked around the room, eager to get a move on.

Then I heard a knock on the door, and unfortunately, I knew who it was. "Quick, hide so my sister won't know we're up to something. Starflight, watch some T.V., act natural." Deathbringer and Winter bolted to Celsius's room and closed the door behind them. Starflight jumped onto the couch and turned on the television. Looking around the room for any last minute mistakes, I made my way to the door, and opened it slowly.

"Yes?" I asked, but Waterfall was standing there, glaring at me.

"Where's Galactic and Celsius?!" she demanded, her tail lashing from side to side. Her eyes were slowly forming into slits: I had to act fast.

"Yeah, Galactic's at the library, and Celsius is at hockey," I lied, but her eyes turned to slits immediately, and she stormed into the room, shoving me out of the way. She immediately stood in front of Starflight, and bared her teeth at him. I ran to my sister's side facing Starflight, and the expression on his face was pure terror.

"Where. Are. They," Waterfall growled to Staflight, but the NightWing was frozen in place out of fear. After a minute of silence, my sister whipped her head and shot daggers at me. "I want the truth, the whole truth."

"I can't and I won't," I responded sharply, giving her a stern look. "You need to focus on your studies, just like Aunt Coral wants you to. Besides, don't you want to hang out with Tsunami?"

"I will," Waterfall answered, "but once you tell me where they are."

"No."

"Listen!" Waterfall hissed. I knew my sister was trying to intimidate me, but I saw her eyes pleading for the truth. "I haven't heard from Galactic since two nights ago. He would've picked up my calls by now, but he hasn't. Also, I went over and didn't see Celsius at his practice, and his coached asked me if I knew where he was. Freakwave, I just want the truth!"

I felt the guilt wash over me at that moment. Hiding the secret from her was one of the worse things he ever done, and he knew it. "Waterfall, listen. I want to tell you, but I need you to focus on your schoolwork and testing. You can't afford to miss a single class, but I can."

Then, my sister did the most unexpected thing I could ever imagine. She took hold of my claws and put them in her's. She gave me the worried and afraid like she did when Galactic disappeared for the whole week. I drew the line for myself: I couldn't bear to keep it secret from her any longer.

"If I tell you," I began, "promise that you won't freak out or do anything stupid." She looked at me, hesitating for a moment, then nodded. "They were both attack and kidnapped."

Immediately, I knew it was the wrong thing to tell her. She was about to yell out, but I quickly closed her snout. Her eyes were filled with shock and fear, as if she was expecting the worse to happen to both of my friends. She threw my talons off her snout and made her way to the door.

"Waterfall, let me handle this," I told her, and she stopped right before opening the dorm door to exit.

"But Galactic and Celsius are in trouble," she said, panic clearly flooding her voice. "We can't just stand here."

"I know that, Waterfall," I responded. "I brought over a couple of dragons who can help. Come on out guys!" The next moment, Winter and Deathbringer came out from Celsius's room and eyed Waterfall. From the way she gazed back at the two, I could tell she was doubting me.

"Waterfall, go focus back on your studies," I told her as I walked up to her and started to lead her out of the room. Unfortunately, she was moving the direction I wanted to. Instead of walking to the exit, she went right to Winter and looked at him up and down. I was scared, mainly for Winter, because she was going to make the IceWing spill all the information he had, one way or another.

"Who is this?" Waterfall asked, but continued to look at the IceWing. For some reason, Winter looked deeply offended by her comment.

"You should know me, considering I was announced at the hockey game," Winter replied, obviously irritated with my sister. "I also saw you in the audience with your boyfriend."

I knew things went immediately downhill, because Waterfall's tail twitched, and that was not a friendly sign. "I don't remember your name, but I will once you tell me." Her voice was low and menacing, but Winter didn't seem to notice.

"Let's just get on with this before Galactic gets a limb chopped off," Winter said in the most blunt voice. This immediately my sister pale, and she turned to gaze right into my eyes, as if to say: you better find him before I do. Once she gave me the message, she rushed out of the room, her tail lashing out. Once everything was calm, I turned around and just looked at Winter questioningly. "What?"

"No need to be rude," Deathbringer started. "But seriously, Winter? You could've handled that situation a lot better than what just happened."

"I was just stating the facts," Winter defended himself. "Besides, might as well tell her everything after you let the secret out, so why are you attacking me?"

The two NightWings and I looked at each other, then back at the IceWing Prince. He immediately sneered at us and started to the door. "Fine, I'll leave. Good luck finding your friends," he said with a growl. We just all stared at him as he exited the door. Once he left, Deathbringer turned to gaze right at me.

"Is he going to let Celsius and Galactic die?" he asked.

"He'll need to cool down; that's what Celsius told me," I assured them, but the truth is I didn't know. The only thing Celsius ever told me about him was that he was loyal to his tribe, so I didn't know.

Why would he just leave like that? I thought. My mind was now slowly filling with panic. I immediately turned to the two NightWings. "We need to go find them, now." They both nodded instantly after that and I made my way through the door. Starflight and Deathbringer, who closed the door, followed after me and we made our way to Galactic's car. Luckily, I was wearing a piece of rope with the key to his car, but I soon realized there were only two seats.

"Well, anyone else have another car with more than two seats?" I asked the two of them, but they both shook their heads. Grumbling to myself, I began to think of how we could all get to the Ice Kingdom. As if reading my mind, Starflight suddenly came out with an idea.

"I can try to track their phones," the NightWing announced.

"You can do that?" I asked him.

"Well, I used to do it all the time," Starflight responded. "It was for an important reason." He must've of added the last part to the way Deathbringer and I were gazing at him.

Deciding not to ask further questions, I immediately explained the new, improvised plan we were going to use. "Okay, Starflight, you are going to track their phones and guide Death and I to their location. Deathy," (he glared at me) "you got any weapons on you?"

To answer that question, the NightWing took out a switch blade that was in sheath on his back leg. "Never leave home without one; Well, for self-defense purposes, for the most part." Starflight and I stared at him questiongly, and all he did was shrug. "You have no idea how many dragons want to kill a queen. I can always go get a gu-"

"No!" I interrupted, and he frowned. "The knife is good, I just don't want anyone killed tonight."

"So no little slice through the neck?"

"No."

Deathbringer looked down to the ground disappointingly, which actually made me worry. Well, not for him, but the kidnappers. Before he could say anything else, I continued to explain the plan. "If we find them, but don't respond back to you in three hours after we get there, then call the authorities."

Starflight nodded, but Deathbringer snorted. "Doubtful," he muttered.

"Okay, let's go, Deathy," I joked, and he only rolled his eyes, but was amused by this. I unlocked the car, and we both got in. I turned on the ignition and slowly backed out of the parking lot. Since I didn't want to be T-boned by anyone, I drove the car slowly out of the parking lot, and soon made it onto the open road, which was silent, due to being almost midnight.

Hang in there guys, I thought, and I could sense that Deathbringer was thinking the same thing. I was still hoping that weren't being tortured, yet, but sometimes luck could be very unlucky. I then thought of my sister, and I also hoped that she didn't backstab me and go looking for the two on her own.

I stepped on the clutch and shifted gears, causing the Trion to slow down for a moment, before accelerating into a faster speed.

"Why are we not taking any other weapons?" Deathbringer asked, making me sigh.

"It's probably because you already are a fucking weapon," I responded, and he nodded.

"That's true."

I then shifting into the third gear, accelerating down the lonely highway, and towards the Kingdom of Ice, the last place I would ever want to go.

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(Celsius' POV)

My head was throbbing like crazy, and it didn't help when me and Galactic's captors would punch of gut, causing us to cough and breathe in the frigid air. The shackles I was set into felt like the were getting tighter around my wrists, but my wrists were just swelling up. I glanced over to Galactic to see how his condition was.

I was glad they haven't done anything worse to him, yet, but I knew the time would come when they used him to torture me. I shivered every time that thought could come into my head. Whenever one of the attackers would walk over to Galactic, I would always think that they were going to gouge an eye out or slice through the scales on his arms and legs. It made feel sick to think that any dragon would like doing that.

Whenever I heard the kidnappers talking, I would listen intently to see if I could catch a name, but they were to quiet, only speaking in low murmurs. It was impossible to make anything out with the volume they were talking at, so I looked around to see if I could find anything to get the chains unlocked.

Gazing across the stone and ice cave floor, the only objects I saw were rocks and pieces of ice. Around me, I looked at the frozen IceWings that were encased of ice, but I couldn't wrap my head around why they were like that. Surprisingly, I really never looked that deep into my tribe's history. I began to wonder if Galactic and I would become like those encased IceWings, to hold our expressions and poses forever as a punishment.

Then, all of a sudden, the leader of the group of attackers spoke.

"Better be ready for tomorrow, traitor," he growled at me, and I sneered back. "Unless, you want to apologize for what you did wrong."

Looking up at the IceWing, I only held my sneer and hissed back. "I. Don't. Talk. To. Racists."

"That was the wrong thing to say," the IceWing responded with a low voice. He then walked over to Galactic, and swiftly jabbed Galactic hard in the stomach. Taking the impact, my friend gasped for air, then gave out a scratchy cough that seemed to please the IceWing. I then started to yank on my chains in anger, and they clinked rebelliously, still holding me up with no strain.

"Don't try getting out," the leader spoke, "those were carefully made to hold the strongest of prisoners. You might as well get rest while you can, it's going to be a long day for you, and way longer for your friend." He then laughed, followed by his two companions, and disappeared into the cave, most likely going to the entrance for a peaceful night rest.

"Galactic," I said, but there was no reply. "Galactic?"

This time I heard a groan.

"Don't worry, I can get us out of here," I told him, but he didn't respond. "You just rest for now."

One thing I knew right away was that I only had an hour before one of the IceWings came up to check if we were here. Luckily, I figured out, during my time as a captive, that I could get my tail through the cuff of the chain. Relaxing it, I pulled my tail towards me, and with no surprise, it easily slipped through.

These chains weren't able to hold the smartest, though, I thought, smirking. The next thing I did was lift up my tail, and placing the last tail spike into the chain on my back legs. Wiggling it around in the lock, I somehow got it unlocked, and my legs were free. I repeated the same process with my arms, and I mentally cheered, before realizing I was slightly suspended into the air, and fell to the ground with a groan.

Wasting no time, no matter how exhausted and in pain I was, I rushed over to Galactic, and did the same thing with his chains. Once I got the last of them off, I caught him before he could hit the ground and rested him against one of the cave walls.

"We are going to die here," I heard him say, his voice filled with agony.

"Don't say that," I hissed lowly. "We will get out of here, but we need to find to the exit.

"Tracks."

"What?"

Galactic pointed at the ground behind me, and I turned to see what he was talking about. Immediately, I saw it. There were footprints of our captors; this meant that we could escape and get home.

"Celsius?"

"Yes?"

"Even if we do get out of this cave," he started, and continued. "How are we going to get back home?"

It was a good question, but I couldn't think of a way right now. "We'll figure it out once we get out of here. Remember, it's life or death right now. Also, I believe our friends are looking for us." Galactic nodded, but he was horrible condition. His metal claw was missing, and he was put through more pain I was. "C'mon, I'll carry you."

Lifting him up from his spot, I put one of my arms around him, and he did the same. Once we were ready to move, we began to follow the tracks of our attackers through the dark, cold, icy caves.

As we walked down the hallway, still following the tracks, I looked around the caves. The ceiling was covered in icicles and the floor felt like freezing stone, which ironically, was made out of stone. It wasn't until long that I saw one of the moons through the entrance through the cave, which the tracks led us to.

Finally we're out! I thought joyfully, but I knew we weren't out of the danger zone. As I helped Galactic on to the entrance, I could hear him moan with a every step we took. I continued to speak encouraging words with him as we made it to the entrance, but the hope in my heart fell as I looked at what was in front of us.

All there was a tundra, which an occasional bush dotting the landscape. The hard-packed ice sat on top of the frozen ground, like icing on a cake. There was no cover where we about to go through, making us easy targets if we got found by our attackers. I was about to lose hope of going on, but then I noticed a dot of brightness in the distance, and I cried in relief.

It was the city in Ice Kingdom, meaning that hope wasn't far away.

"Galactic," I whispered to him, and he barely turned his head to look at me. "We'll ge home soon."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

There we go, finally finished this chapter. Sorry for the long delay, but I was busy with school work. And speaking of schoolwork, first week back, and I already have to write AN ESSAY ON A BOOK. I LOVE LIFE! (that was sarcasm, if you didn't know).

Anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter and it's not too boring, and I will see you next time.

- Zmike