A/N These next few chapters will be focused on the dragons in Pyrrhia. I might do a few on Grairokora but I'm unsure as of right now. Also sorry about not posting that much. I've been having to deal with sickness, a concussion and school. Anyway, enough about me. You didn't come here to read about my problems.

I will be trying to upload more often now that school has started up. I plan on maybe getting in 1 or 2 chapters a month. If I'm lucky I can squeeze more in.

Now, as always, enjoy!

Chapter 7

Winter

Winter followed his friends as they walked towards the library. He was slightly worried about Moon. Her visions seemed to bring her pain. He wished he could help her. He knew he couldn't. Others let them through the halls, not giving a care about what was happening. The other students knew of Moon's powers. Some of them even resented her for it (the Nightwings).

Moon stopped and looked around.

Winter looked at her. "What?" he asked.

"Someone was thinking about me." Moon looked over the dragonets they could see.

Winter looked over them as well. He didn't see anyone staring at her. "Come on. It was nothing."

Moon turned back and continued there. The library was closer to the top of the mountain than the rest of the school. Winter didn't know why the dragonets of destiny had thought about it that way but he didn't mind.

The way up there was colored lanterns filled with light hung above their heads and vines growing up and around the walls. It reminded him of the rainforest. Except for the heat and the mud.

As they reached the top they entered a large room filled with scrolls. In almost every corner were spots where you could sit down and read comfortably. Close to one of the walls was a desk. Behind that desk was the blind Nightwing librarian dragonet of destiny. Winter watched as Starflight moved from shelf to shelf putting scrolls back into their slots.

"Starflight?" Moon said as she came up to him.

"Yes?" He turned towards her.

"Something has happened." Moon said, her claws winding around themselves.

"Starflight!" Someone called, their voice carried by the stone walls.

Starflight turned towards the entrance. A blue Seawing rushed in out of breath, her gills flaring with each breath. "Yes?"

"Oh." Tsunami stopped, looking at the dragonets. "Actually never mind. Moon please come with me. You all as well. Starflight. Make your way to our sleeping quarters."

Moon looked at the others, her eyes saying something was wrong. The dragonets followed the dragonet of destiny. Through the cave systems they went again. Along the way they had found two of the other dragonets of destiny. Sunny and Clay were on their way to the prey center.

"No no." Tsunami had said urgently. "I need you two to come with. This is big."

"But we haven't eaten since this morning." Clay had argued.

"Clay it's alright," Sunny said to him. "We can eat once we're done with this."

So the ten of them made their way to the teachers quarters. As they passed they got some odd looks. After all who would be escorted by the three teachers besides trouble makers. Winter could feel it was something else.

They finally got to the teachers hall where about ten rooms were. About half were empty because of how many staff they had. Winter pricked his ears forward as he heard something. Soft yet thorny. Almost as if the wind was raging a mini war on itself. He then realized it was a dragon.

Tsunami made her way to her cave, opening the door. As the others walked inside they were washed with a bright sunlit room. It was rather large. Plenty big enough for the ten of them. Even the two dragons are already in there. Wait. Dragons?

One of the dragons was sleeping and Winter recognized it as Jerboa. The other dragon was different. Scales the color of a cold storm with streaks of purple running down her wings. Her horns were twisted into spirals to look like a lightning strike.

Moon let out a gasp. "What?"

Tsunami got next to the strange dragon. "Guys. This is Mist."

Mist looked at the dragonets and smiled. "I'm pleased to meet you." She bowed.

Winter stood tall, composed in his prince stance, even though he was no longer one. Turtle was trying to do the same but failed to look royal. Qibli was checking over every scale on this dragon and Moon was looking at her with curiosity.

"Mist is from a different continent." Tsunami continued.

"Grairokora." Mist looked out one of the windows. It had started to drizzle a slight bit of rain. She looked back with a little hope in her eyes. "I was swept up by my storm into the ocean. I must have washed up here."

Jerboa got up to the noises. "I found her close to Thorns Palace, passed out."

Moon looked to Tsunami. "Why did you bring us here?"

"Because. I was wondering if you've had any visions about this Grairokora." Tsunami winced as she thought about it.

"I have. We were on our way to tell Starflight about it." Moon looked over to the blind Nightwing. "I saw dragons." she called back her vision. "Silver, Grey, Green, Blue. Pearl white. They were all different colors. They were fighting each other."

Tsunami looked to the others. "Any prophecy?"

Moon nodded. "Across the sea you may look," Moon said again. "But beware those who live. Find what's hidden in the blood. Find her hidden among the all, or death will reign on all tribes. Wings of Fire united forever, must cross before another. Whispers of ice can carry far, but believe in a myth you find to face. New surroundings to behold. New dragons to be told. Find the lost one or all is gone."

"You guys have future seers too?" Mist stood up and walked closer to Moon. Qibli and Winter both moved closer to Moon, Qiblis tail poised to strike. Mist took a step back. "Sorry."

"What do you mean?" Moon asked.

"Oh well a lot of the Silverwings have Future seers. And mind readers." Mist said with a jittery anticipation. "No tribe of course has a power as cool as mine though." Winter tilted his head. Was she talking about animus magic? "Anyway. I need to get home. My mother is probably throwing a storm right now."

"Wait wait wait." Moon said. "What about what I saw in my vision?"

"Well the Shieldwings and Duelwings have been at war for years. I don't see how that would affect any other tribe." Mist said, confused.

"For years? How many?" Qibli asked.

"About 2,000 years or so." Mist thought about it.

"2,000 years?" They all gasped.

"How have they been at war for that long?" Qibli kept asking her.

"We the Duelwings have always hated the Shieldwings. I don't know why exactly. But I do know that no other tribe has engaged in their war. My tribe was in a war over 30 years ago." Mist shrugged her wings.

"Still. At war. For 2,000 years." Qibli mumbled.

Mist looked back out the window to see the pouring rain. "I'm sorry but could I go out there? In the rain?"

Tsunami looked out the window as well. "In that?"

"Yes." Mist got up.

"I guess." Tsunami took them through the halls to the entrance where dragonets were sitting, watching the rain.

Mist raced out into the rain and jumped up into the air. Her wings sliced through the storm as if she could control it herself. She did a flip in the sky as lightning struck out. Moon took a cautious step forwards.

Mist hovered, raising her talons to the sky and closed her eyes. Lightning struck her talons and rain cascaded down harder. Her wings seemed to glow in the bright lighting.

She was touching lightning.