Hay y'all! This is a chapter written by The Night Ninja. I just tweaked it a little and uploading it. Big thanks to her. Guess what? I'm in FFA… I closed my farm loan… And after winter break… My lamb is coming! I'M SO EXCITED! SQUEEEEEE!

Juneau's P.O.V

When I was a puppy my mother used to tell me about a prophecy where a being of ice would unite both mount Horn and Ninjago in battle by calling upon the past. She also told me that all creatures would ally themselves with him. She told me that it was her hope that one of her children would aid in the fulfillment of this prophecy.

So when my humans brought in a silver man, I knew this meant something. Imagine my shock when we found him. A man made of metal lying injured in a riverbed. From what little I understand of human speech I could make out two things, this man was from Ninjago and he was the master of ice. Ice, the element my kind has worshipped for centuries.

All animals knew the prophecy and I made a mental note to tell Beibeis and I was sure Ranger would tell Gunsmoke. I could tell Zane (I managed to make that out as well) was badly injured and would need care.

As time went on I caught bits and pieces of Zane's story of his journey here but i could tell that he was keeping some stuff quiet. I do remember a delicious Quesadilla from one night.

Beibeis' P.O.V

There is a new person in the house,I know he's important and I can also tell he's been around a bird of prey, falcons are just gross. Anyway I'm getting off-topic, my point is this guy is awesome, and after J told me about that prophecy. Honestly, dogs are so weird with their worship of humans, back when I was still in my egg I heard my mother tell me of a human who could command the cold and unite worlds, who would ride a dragon and tame the falcons. Ranger and Gunsmoke seem to know it differently but whatever, dumb four legs never know anything.

And I'm off topic again, I was determined to claim this shiny person as mine (That falcon stands no chance against my cuteness) so one night I flew into his room and curled up against his neck, I am cute and I will prove it. J wanted a meeting sometime this week but whatever, I am Hailey's perfect little creampuff therefore I am the cutest one in the house so I am too sophisticated to attend a barnyard meeting (four-legged creatures like discussions, but I prefer grapes).

One year Hailey and the beardy guy forgot to clean up after that thing they call the Super Bowl and so I got to eat Cheetos and popcorn all night, best feast ever! And once again I'm off-topic, anyway Zane was just the thing for me to rest my hot feathers on, he was so cold and it felt wonderful when he woke up my feathers made him sneeze I flew off and started preening if I was going to make this human mine instead of that falcon's I needed to look my cutest.

I heard my name and smelled grapes so I winged down to the big flashy thing that was the surest way to get a yummy grape. During that thing they call the super bowl I kept hoping they wouldn't clean up (I love popcorn). Then one day I got in Hailey's face and kept trying to tell her about how Zane needs to be mine but she told me to get off her face. Then she snuggled me but when I saw Zane I wanted to snuggle him.

I think J and Ranger are having that meeting right now but I am a perfect creampuff and I say I don't want to converse with four-legged things.

Ranger's P.O.V

These past few weeks have been really weird, ever since I was a colt I've known about the Frozen Prophecy. Of course, every species of creature except humans have heard it differently. Juneau and I have discussed it immensely whenever Hailey, or as I like calling her Girl Who Gives Me Apples, takes me riding. Now that the one of legend is now staying with us for a time, I can only hope that his arrival does not mean the eternal winter that the prophecy foretells. The awakening of the dragons will be cool, and so will the unity of all creatures. I can imagine it now, the fearsome warrior of Ice bravely charging into battle atop a winged beast born of shadow with a life of light and horses and birds and dogs following of paw or hoof below him.

Suddenly a snort from the stall next to me snapped me from my thinking.

"Hey, daydreamer." A gruff voice said.

"What?" I replied.

A smoky muzzle and a tip of a black forelock peeked around the edge of my stall. That was Gunsmoke, the big grey Waler. He's a retired warhorse for the Mountain Guard. He has a couple of scars on him, one on his right loin and a couple on his left cannon. Being 15, he was starting to be a little on the older side for most horses, so normally he was usually just "Eh." with everything. But he was kind at heart, and every now and then his brighter side would show through.

"That new guy," He began. "He's no doubt the one of legend, I'm just concerned about Samuel."

I flicked an ear and bobbed my head. "Why? They get along great."

Gunsmoke shook his mane. "Yes, but…two great warriors in the house both with the same mental condition, there are bound to be complications with trust between them."

"Okay, I get why you worry about beardy, anyone would. But you're being a little dramatic, don't you think?" I swished my tail.

"You mustangs are so flighty never worried about anything," Gunsmoke said. I could almost hear his eyes roll by the way he said it.

"Hey!" I snorted, rather loudly "I'm only half mustang on my father's side!" I defended.

"You are so like your rider." said Gunsmoke.

"And you're like yours." I shot back.

"Fair point. But I think you're addicted to apples" he said.

"And you aren't?" I challenged.

"I prefer oats." He said. "Apple skin tends to get stuck in my teeth."

Gunsmoke's P.O.V

"He's Here".

The Warrior of Cold Stone, or as my mother called him, the untier, anyways there are so many versions of that prophecy it's a bit ridiculous so when Ranger comes in mouthing off about how the great one should have come to us riding a snow leopard instead of falling into a gully after running for his life.

I realized that some versions are a bit ridiculous. Honestly didn't he know that no great hero ever comes in like a warrior and that trust must be earned. It's something I've learned during the years of carrying my master into battle when I was in the Mountain Guard. I myself am rather anxious to meet the great one, I often hear my human, Samuel, talking of him. He seems nice, a bit ignorant but nice.

This is a bit of a filler kind of. Night Ninja wrote it for me, as I am tight on time. I couldn't upload it earlier because I had finals to study for and visiting family. I'll be even tighter when I get my lamb (her name is going to be Willow). Who else here is in FFA?