I have nothing to say except this: The Characters Owl and Snowdrop were developed by Ghostpelt Of ThunderClan. I was given permission to use these characters created by her.

(Galactic's POV)

I woke up, only to meet the sunlight shining through the blinds. I closed my eyes to protect them from the sudden brightness, then blinked a few times.

After a half minute of adjusting my eyes to the light, I notice something touching my side and back. Slowly turning to the other side of the bed, I realize that Waterfall had her wing around me, with her head now buried in my chest. Her arm was wrapped around my shoulder. I could see her smile as she then twined tails with mine, taking soft breathes as she continued to sleep.

The sight of her next to me caused me to blush a little, due to it being the first time we actually slept together. Even though I've been waiting for this to come, I never expected it to be during college years, where we were still adolescents.

Softly touching her, Waterfall's rythem of breathes stopped. She blinked her eyes a few times before looking into mine. Her emerald green orbs gave me a burning sensation on my chest, announcing to me that she was going to be my soulmate, and I was sure of it.

"Good morning," I said to her softly, planting a quick kiss on her lips. She smiled at me before wrapping her arms around my neck and returning the gesture to me.

"Good morning to you, too," Waterfall responded. "So, how was your rest?"

"The best one I ever had in my life," I responded, causing her face to light up warmly.

"And why would that be?"

"Well, this was a very comfortable bed," I joked, getting a laugh from the SeaWing Princess. I gave her a toothy grin as she began to unwrap her arms around mine and untwine her tail, too. She rolled off the bed and onto her legs, and I began to do the same, but I felt my stomach knot with pain. I let out a gasp of pain, and Waterfall looked back at me, concerned.

She then walked over to my side and began to instruct me. "You will stay in this bed for the whole day, am I understood?"

"Yes, your Majesty," I responded, before asking her a question: "Then who will take care of me?"

She sighed jokingly, with caused me to chuckle slightly. "Well, I can always have Freakwave come over, but until he comes, I guess I'll stay over to comfort you."

"Can I play some video games?" I asked, waving my metallic wistfully at the sight of my gaming console and screen.

"We'll see," Waterfall responded with authority. "For now, though, you will stay on my orders, or you won't see anything outside of this room for a week." I laughed at the sarcastic threat she made, before coughing at the dull pain developing from my stomach. "And try not to laugh as much."

She then leaned over a plant a kiss on my cheek before leaving the room, turning her head to give me a warm smile. After she left there was nothing to do but sleep for the rest of the day. Laying back down onto the bed, I let my eyelids close, grateful to be back in a safe enviroment, away from death. Very soon, I drifted asleep into a nice dream.

(* * *)

(Celsius' POV)

The first thing I realized was that I was in a hospital bed, in a room made completely of ice. Immediately, I knew that I was still in IceWing Kingdom, to my disappointment. This was last place I wanted to be right now, especially since I almost got killed by my own kind.

Thinking of this, I then thought of the moment when IceStorm got shot, ending his life forever. I was happy that he was gone, due to him being a threat to other IceWings that have befriended their long lasting nemesis. For some reason, though, I felt guilty for thinking it, too. Part of my brain told me that he was a mislead dragon who thought he was doing the right thing. Another part of me contradicted my good side, saying that he killed and beaten his own kind just because they did something he didn't like.

My mind then went into a mental war, giving me a pain splitting headache beyond what I could imagine. I clutched my head with a yelp of pain, followed by a loud groan as they pain continued to beat through my head. I laid back down in the bed, feeling a soft sensation on the back of my head. This comforted me a little bit, but the pain through my head was still beating.

I clenched my teeth in pain and tried to go back to sleep, but no avail. The pain was becoming worse by the second, and it felt like my brain was going to explode.

During the massive wave of pain, I heard the door to my hospital room. I was able to catch a look at who entered, only to see Owl rush in, with two IceWing doctors behind her, shouting in protest.

"Take a look at him!" she yelled at the two doctors, who took a glimpse at me before their expressions changing to surprise and worry.

"Get Painkillers," one of the IceWing doctors told the other, who nodded and ran out of the room. The first IceWing then turned to me, grabbing my arm. "Celsius, can you hear me?"

I nodded, but my vision was slowly became blurry and I was loosing focus. Pretty soon, the only thing I could feel was the mass amount of pain going through my head. I yelled out to release all the pain that was stored up in my mind. Then next I heard was Owl's faint voice trying to calm me down, but I couldn't hear her after another half minute.

Then, I started to thrash without any control. I tried to stop the rapid movements, but it was no sense. It seemed as if my body had a mind of it's own. I closed my eyes to try to focus, then felt myself getting restrained, followed by a needle going through my scales. Bearing my teeth, I tried to get out of the dragons restraining to escape the pain, but suddenly felt the pain go away after a minute of trying. Then, I felt another needle go into my scales, but this time with no pain.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, my eyelids felt heavy. My view in the room went dark, and I fell asleep, the rhythm of my breathing the only thing heard in the room.

(* * *)

I shot up, gasping from a nightmare that woke me up. My arms were shaking violently and I felt pure fear whenever brought up the same nightmare in my thoughts. Soon, I stopped shuddering in fear and took a look around the room.

It was the same as it was the last time I woke up, but there were some changes. For one, Owl was looking over the bed at me, very concerned on what I just did. A IceWing doctor was here, checking the IV bag on my side, and I soon realized that I was hooked up to one, seeing the clear tube.

I kind of regretted sitting up after waking up, because a dull pain made it's way into my body. I groaned when it appeared, and the doctor lightly touched my arm. Looking up at him, he began to explian the situation I was in.

"Celsius, you have three fractured ribs," the IceWing doctor said. "You also have a major concussion, so you will need a couple months to heal from the wounds you gained."

"I won't be able to play hockey for the rest of the season?" I asked, panicked. The doctor only nodded in response, and I sighed, a little irritated I was out of the season because of a butthurt opponent. "Damn."

"On the bright side," the doctor continued, "you'll have some company while you're in the hospital." He gestured towars Owl, who gave me a grin. I blushed at the sight of her, not really knowing what to say in this situation. Luckily, Owl seemed to notice and helped me out.

"I believe he is grateful," Owl responded to the doctor. "Also, I would like to talk to him privately." The doctor smiled and gave a little bow, before heading out of the room and closing the door. Right before he closed it, though, I caught a glimpse of a armored IceWing standing next to the door, which I would ask later.

"You're in protective custody at the Queen's request," Owl answered, and I was surprised, but realized that she could mind-read my every thought. "Sorry if I invade your brain, it's just you've been worrying me since Monday."

"It's alright," I said, my voice a little strained. "I personally think it's easier to communicate this way; my throat is killing me."

She laughed, and I couldn't help but laugh, too, before breaking into a fit of coughing. The coughing last for about ten seconds before stopping.

"Okay, no laughing until I say you're clear to laugh," she ordered sarcastically, twining her tail with mine.

"I thought it was the doctor who had authority," I told her, giving a little smile.

"Well, consider me your doctor, or nurse," then she frowned, looking up into the air. "You know, I don't know which one sounds better - Doctor or Nurse?

"Doctor sounds a lot better in my opinion," I told her, and she agreed with me. "Are you going to be here all day?"

She shook her head, "I got homework to finish later, then need to get back to school. Queen Glacier gave me time to visit until you woke up."

I looked down, sad on how her answer came to be. For some reason, there was a craving that I needed to her close, but I also knew that I needed to give her room whenever she asked for it. This told me that I couldn't control what happens, no matter how desperate I wanted her to keep me company.

"Don't worry, I'll be staying for a few more hours," she reassured, probably answering because of what she heard in my mind. I nodded gratefully, before tightening the twine of our tails, making her laugh in shock of the move I made.

Using one of her massive, beautiful wings, she pushed a visiting seat next to the patient bed I was using for the time being. She sat down on the chair and took off what it seemed to be a bag, most likely for highschool.

Then, she took out a computer and powered it on, flipping the screen up for me to see as well. I closed my eyes when she logged in, after giving me a suspicious look, and reopened them when the taps of her typing stopped.

The first thing I noticed was that she had a very detailed background on her laptop. It was filled with a few bright colors: orange, white, and blue. They were set in diagonal pattern with dots of each color splashed around the screen, the dots being closer together as the character in the middle was shown.

A was a taken back when I saw the amount of beauty in one picture. It must of been Owl's alias, because that was her channel profile picture from YouTube. I remembered this because she showed me her account and homepage of her channel when we first officially met in the mall.

"Thank you, Celsius," she answered before I could say anything. I frowned, about to say how amazing the picture was, but her mind-reading beat me to it. "I made it myself, which took about a full week of confusion, stress, and anger to get it perfectly right."

"Well, I think your perfect, art or not," I reassured. "Besides, if your fans need a perfect picture to like you, then they aren't true fans. A true follower will believe and help you, no matter what you look like and what you do. Well, there are a few bad things they might disagree with."

She laughed at my response kindly and turned to meet my gaze, making my chest burn with the sensation more. "I swear, are you and Snowdrop related. She said the exact same thing to me a few months ago."

"Well, sometimes it's good to be reminded."

"I think so, too."

She turned back to her laptop and opened up the search engine. With a few taps, her channel name popped in the recently searched suggestions and she clicked on it. It only took about a half second until information and color appeared on the screen, engrossing any viewer that would fall into any wonderful area on the internet.

"Whatcha working on?" I asked her.

"Editing a video I made a couple days ago," she responded, opening up a editing studio and selecting her most recent project. "I haven't had time to edit it, thanks to you really."

"Heh, sorry," I apologized, feeling a little guilty for interrupting her normal life, but she didn't seem annoyed with me, which was a good sign.

"It's fine, because it wasn't your fault. If IceStorm could leave things to himself them we wouldn't have gotten into this d-"

"Owl! Moons, calm down!" I told her, feeling worried about how she going to act in the future. She was breathing heavily from the sentence she was trying to put together, but said that she was fine. "He's gone, no one will ever be hurt by him again."

"What about other dragons that are worse than him? I don't want anyone hurting any of my friends, Snow, Lynx, etc. I especially don't want them to hurt you."

"And why me especially?"

She froze to my question, not realizing that she saying I was more important than her friends, even after knowing her about ten times less than Snowdrop and Lynx. "Well-um I don't k-know how to say this really-um," she stuttered, but I was quick to react on how nervousness.

"I'm sorry for pushing this on you, Owl," I immediately apologized, feeling guilty in putting her in that position, but she stopped before I could feel too guilty.

"No, Celsius, it's time I told you," Owl said. "Ever since we first met, it kind of felt like a piece of me would fade whenever we split our ways. And when we would come back together, that piece would fill up the void, making me happy again."

My eyes widened a little bit, but I managed to keep my cool, making sure I didn't act weird.

"It's also nice to know we're in some kind of relationship, but there's one thing I want to say."

"Don't rush into things."

Owl then held a look of surprise on her face, clearly astonished that someone else could say something before she could say it herself. She had her eyes wide with shock and her wings flared a bit.

"Are you sure you're not a mind reader?"

"Positive, but I did remember you saying that you didn't want to rush into things before knowing what was going to happen. I believe you told me this the first time we met."

"You know, you can probably say anything to impress me," Owl said, before getting up a planting a quick kiss on cheek, causing me to get flustered. "Let's just say that was a thank you kiss for saving me a few days ago."

"It was nothing," I responded, feeling a bit shy.

Seeing this, she giggled before sitting back down and going back to her project. What I found amazing was that her tail was still twined, and I know she didn't forget that either. "So, Celsius, would you like to see what I'm editing?"

"Well, it can surely beat the boredom of thinking in this plain room," I responded, looking over her shoulder so I could see her very skillful work on the internet.

(Unkown POV; Unknown Time)

The dragon knew that a evil was rising.

He also knew that Galactic and any dragon he cared about was in danger. The dragon was already able to warn his little brother, Darkcatcher, who was already cleared on what was going to happen.

The first objective he really wanted to complete was to tell Galactic personally, but he couldn't risk it without being noticed, or even caught by the dragons he feared. Well, there wasn't much he was afraid of, but the group of dragons hunting him made the dragon fear for his very own life.

He knew there wasn't much he could do right now. He had to be patient in order to survive - that's what he taught himself after seeing others die after ignoring this. Even though he doubted his belief that he could everyone without being mislead for something else.

Then again, he will die for the safety of Galactic and his friends. He knows very well for protecting them to be death, but that's something he is willing to do in order to stop the evil from rising.

Taking his knife from his back leg holster, he marked a little "X" in the bark of the rain forest. This would give him a safety area from hiding from the threats who wanted to kill him. His only mission right now was to keep himself from being found.

He needed to stay alive until he was able to give Galactic the warning so he was ready to stop darkness from dooming them all.

Be careful Galactic, the dragon thought, knowing that the NightWing wouldn't hear him. I hope you don't leave that room for a while, even if it's boring to be in.

You and your brother are the keys to saving the continent.

Hello readers! I am happy to announce that I have posted the 30th chapter to the story, which is a big deal to me. After months of going over the plot and editing different parts to make the story fit, I have finally met this small personal goal of mine: to reach this chapter number.

I know I've said this a lot, but thank you all for the amount of support you have shown to me and this story. I really couldn't of done it without any of you.

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-Zmike

He was not normal like other dragons. No, he was unique in his own way, but others didn't see him like that. They thought he was a abomination of some sort, not welcoming him at their homes. There was no way to tell what species he was.

The dragon had features that no dragon though was possible. He had body parts of all known dragon tribes in Pyrrhia. He also had characteristics of each dragon-kindness, joy, rage, intellect, determination, sympathy, disgust, and trust.

He was a stranger to each tribe he came across, all the queens except one wanting him nowhere near their territory. The one queen was the Queen of the RainWings, who showed compassion for the stranger in her midst that no other did.

He was also a threat, having the abilities of all seven tribes. Fireproof scales of a MudWing born from a blood-red egg. The massive wings and fire of a SkyWing, who dominated the air of all their opponents while burning them to a crisp. Gills and luminescent scales of a SeaWing, able to communicate with their own kind and attack in impossible ways against their enemies. The camouflage and poison of a RainWing, able to ambush anywhere, anytime while having beautiful colors reflecting in the sunlight to awe his allies. The heat resistance of a SandWing, able to adapt in the harshest heat of the year and continue to live without water for long periods of time. The mind reading and prophecy of a NightWing, able to speak like a prophet of the heroes and villains waiting to come. And last, the chill body and frost breath of a IceWing, able to live in the most frozen places without a single shiver being scene and freezing his enemies in the process.

His genes didn't lie, he was the strangest dragon to be seen, but he was also the most dangerous. He didn't want to be seen as a threat to be eliminated, but a savior to all of the dragons. He wanted to be recognized as a humble hero, who would fight for the safety of all dragons and for the protection that they would have. That is, if they would welcome him.

Again, he is the most unique dragon in Pyrrhia, and he didn't know that he would be needed for the safety of the continent and their tribes.

He would never know of the evil ready to destroy him and everything he loved.

Until Now.