Prologue

Approximately three thousand, two hundred and twenty-five years ago

Wouldn't imprisoning an evil tribe for eternity make him a good king? Apparently not though. His own son wouldn't even speak to him anymore, let alone be seen anywhere near his father.

"Iceberg, what am I doing wrong?" he asked his wife, the queen of the BlizzardWings.

"He was in love with that... Twilight, and you made it so he... wouldn't see her ever again, maybe that... has something to do with it," she said while gnawing and a polar bear leg.

"It's for his own good! Snowblade can't have dragonets in line for the throne when they're hybrids!" Frost argued.

"Wasn't your great-great-great grandfather part WindWing?" Iceberg suggested.

"That's different! There were no suitable wives for Frostbite, and he had two dragonets; a BlizzardWing and a WindWing, it worked out for both kingdoms!" Frost corrected her.

"So you're saying that Snowblade will have to have a BlizzardWing wife instead of a dragon he actually had a good relationship with?" Iceberg asked.

Frost let out a long sigh. "Exactly, and he'll just have to deal with it, like I did," he immediately regretted saying that last part because Iceberg smacked him with her tail and left him with a cold glare.

Queen Iceberg lifted a plate on her left and gave it to a servant. "Please give this to Prince Snowblade, knowing him right now, he's more than likely in his room," she told the dragon, who cautiously took it in his talons and scurried away to Snowblade's room.

Frost finally had the courage to touch his food, he lifted it up to his snout, and there was that infuriatingly familiar smell lingering in his meal. "Where is this dragon GETTING ALL THIS STUFF?!" he snarled, going to the porch and taking flight, he'd have to go hunting for his own food AGAIN!

It took a full HOUR, but he managed to catch a small muster of penguins and started to eat them when he saw a class of BlizzardWing dragonets and a teacher in front of him, staring.

"Somebody poisoned my food again, go away," he ordered the teacher, who ushered the dragonets away.

He would catch that little traitor, and he would personally kill him in front of the whole kingdom when he figured out who it was, he would use his icy talons, that dragon had made a very powerful enemy- Oh.

He now knew who that traitor was. King Frost flew to the BlizzardWing's home, he vowed not to allow petty rivalships from when he was a dragonet get in the way of his kingly judgement, luckily, now he had good reason to kill that dragon.

King Frost had been keeping an eye on Icetalon for a while now- ever since he became the king of the Blizzard Kingdom- Icetalon had always mocked poor small Frost in the wingery every chance he got, now it was time to repay the favor.

Now at the home of his long-time enemy, he called some nearby guards to his side, and knocked on the door.

Scrambling noises came from inside as Icetalon rushed to open the door. "Hello?" he said, looking up from the slime on his claws to the face of his king, he would not be getting to come back here after today, not after what he had done.

"Why hello Icetalon, what a wonderful day we're having, right?" King Frost asked the criminal.

"Er... Is it alright with you if I ask why you're here? I was just in the middle of an experiment," the criminal explained.

"An experiment to hide the scent of dragon poison I'd assume?" King Frost clarified.

"What?" the criminal looked confused, almost as if trying to hide his guilt behind confusion, he'd always had the highest grade in dramatic arts.

"Oh Icetalon, did you think I wouldn't catch you?" King Frost asked the criminal.

"I honestly have no clue what you're talking about your majesty, may I ask you to clarify?" he asked.

King Frost sighed. "I can clarify your own crimes to you while you're in my dungeon," he explained, turning to his guards. "Take him away."

Icetalon would certainly pay for poisoning the king's food for days and days, oh yes, he would pay, he would know what happens when a dragon gets on his bad side, Twilight knew, and soon Icetalon would know too.

Author's Note: Does anybody actually read these?