Sorry this chapter took so long. Had a lot going on with school and such. Not much happened here except a little scene that gets angry. Hope you've enjoyed it so far and a usual, enjoy.

Chapter 3

Pronghorn

Pronghorn slowly glided down to the cave with a deer in his talons. Why was he here instead of rescuing Iceberg? He shook his head as he landed. He dragged the deer inside aware of another dragon close behind him.

"Deer?" her voice sounded confused. "I usually only eat small things."

"Well if you don't want any that's fine. I need to look over the maps again." He left the deer on the stone floor and walked over to the small desk. He unrolled a scroll to see the map of Pyrrhia. He looked over the scroll. He saw the small Xs he had drawn on to show where the hybrid dragonets were.

"Do you have any palace blueprints?" he asked the older hybrid.

She looked over to him. "Yes. There in one of the shelves around here," she waved a talon.

He frowned at the shelf. It was covered in scrolls. The Elder couldn't be more specific? He sighed and walked over to it. He actually saw a lot of helpful scrolls. Palace layouts, dragon encampments and even a map with a bunch of moving dots on it. He squinted at it.

"What's this?" he turned to her.

"Oh that," She got up. "I enchanted that a while ago. It was so I could get to the hybrids without running into any trouble. It shows me where every dragon is. It was easier than running into anyone."

"This might be helpful," Pronghorn shrugged his shoulders. He decided on keeping it to look at later. He looked at the shelf again seeing what he needed. The Sandwing Palace.

Grabbing it he walked back to the desk and sprawled the scroll out. He traced a talon as his eyes went over the layout.

"Pronghorn," the elder spoke up. "Why are you helping that Icewing? Icewings are a reason us hybrids went into hiding. They have captured most of us. Worst of all they trade us to other tribes for gold and such." She snorted.

"Other tribes have caught plenty of hybrids in these few years." he said, still looking over the layout scroll. "Iceberg is different. He had been taken by his mother, one of our guardians, into hiding with us. I grew up with him."

"How do you know he's not working for Frost anyway?" She coughed.

"Because I… Well I trust him. He's always there for me whenever I need it." He shook his head. "Enough about him. How do we keep the others from the Queens?"

She stiffened a laugh. "Not possible. Those dragonets are curious. I had a vision not long ago. One of the groups has already been taken by Ember."

Pronghorn froze. "What?"

"Don't get your tail in a twist. I've seen many visions of how they escape."

"Don't you realize what's gonna happen to them?" he said, ignoring her vision. "They're gonna get killed. We have to do something!"

"No we don't," she groaned.

"Do you not care anymore?" He growled at her. "Do you not want to see us live? You're one of us. If we die, you die too."

She stood up to her full height snarling. "I do care. I save you all from death upon hatching. You all would have died if I hadn't cared."

He didn't back down, only glaring at her. "I'm going to help them, with or without your help." he turned grabbing scrolls into his pouch around his neck. He fumed as he turned out towards the exit of the cave. His gaze landed onto three pitch black dragons with armor and spears in their talons.

One of them let out a hiss. "Look what we found. Queen Midnightturner will be pleased."

He held his body tight ready for battle with the three Nightwings when he heard a voice from behind. "Queen Midnightturner? I thought she would be dead by now, seeing how she rules over her tribe." The elder came out with her long black legs straightened and her white membraned stretched tall. He black tail knocked the ground as her tail spikes skidded across the stone floor. "I was sure she would have died from that."

The three Nightwings shuddered as they saw her appear. "You should be dead." one of them said.

"Nothing worse than death is nothing compared to living, am I right?" she countered.

"You should be dead." the nightwing said again. "You can't be here. You're over 3,000 years old. How are you alive?"

"Don't you remember the stories about my father? Blindsight was a favorite of Queen Truemind. He was an animus. I guess my father couldn't leave my mother to her own tribe." She slicked a rock between her talons towards the Nightwings who flinched.

"That's impossible. Princess Twilight was murdered. You can't be her." A nightwings shoved his spear forward.

"Very well." She waved a talon. "If you don't believe me, believe this."

The spears the Nightwings were holding turned into dust right in their talons, covering their scales as they itched it. "No. No stop!" one called.

"The only way to make it stop is by water. Seeing as I live here, I know there are no lakes in these mountains. I guess you better get going to make it stop." her face turned serious.

The Nightwings looked at each other before taking off into the air. Their wing beats faltered as they scrambled in mid air. One of them crashed into the other but they both righted themselves.

Twilight gave a snort. "Desserves them right." she turned around to see Pronghorn's face of disbelief. "What?"

"Your how old?" he questioned.

"3,000 years give or take." she shrugged her wings. "My father decided I will live forever with him and my mother. That was before he could cast the spell on himself and mother."

He gave a hmf. "Why did you help me?"

"Because you might be a pain in the tail but you're one of us. A hybrid sticks with one another." She walked inside retrieving a pouch of her own. "I say we get Iceberg first then the dragonets."

"He shook his head hearing her words. "What?"

"Iceberg, Dragonets? You know, your rescue mission." she pointed to the west.

"Your… helping?" He looked at her.

She nodded. "If I can help with your cause I might as well. As I said, we're hybrids." she walked out next to him. Ready?"

He nodded. "Let's go save them."