PART ONE

A Visit of Fire and Ice

Chapter 1

Present day

Surrounded and haunted by memories of death and execution was no dragon's ideal way to live, he'd survived through countless kings and queens of the Blizzard Kingdom, the good, the bad and the outright cruel.

He had gotten along with nearly none of them, but every so often there was a ruler or two that treated him like an actual dragon and not a criminal.

A letter slid under the door, Queen Narwhal had told him it was coming, but not when, so he stayed in his room in the basement all day. Waiting.

He carefully took off the royal seal and opened the letter.

Good evening, Snowblade of the BlizzardWings. I regret to inform you that you now have a scheduled for just about an hour after receiving this letter. This event will take place in the palace courtyard, I look forward to seeing you there.

-Queen Narwhal

P.S. Please do not make me look bad; Queen Sahara will be present.

"Sure Narwhal, I'll be there," Snowblade mumbled to himself after tossing away the letter.

He opened the door and saw the empty hall in front of him, the stairs leading to the main floor and the outside waiting for him.

He was only about halfway up the steps when he heard a familiar friendly voice call out to him. "Snowblade? Is that you?" a dragonet's voice asked.

Snowblade rushed up to the top of the steps to see the princess of the BlizzardWings, the only dragon in the whole palace that he got along with currently, little Snowowl looking up at him with large and innocent eyes.

"Hello Snowowl, how are you?" he asked her, she was usually a very good conversationalist.

She had that look in her eyes that she had whenever she wanted him to tell her a story. "Will you tell me a story about Twilight?" she asked him, there it was, she idolized Twilight almost as much as he did.

He had never lied to the dragonet, not once, not even when he told her stories of a dragon she didn't believe even existed.

"I- uh... Maybe later Snowowl, I'm a little busy right now," he said. "Later though."

"Promise?"

"... I promise."

He continued to the courtyard where he saw at least a hundred dragons waiting in spectator stands, and right near cuffs that were bolted to the ground, those were clearly meant for him.

He focused his attention onto the subjects of King Tundra and Queen Narwhal. "WHO'S READY FOR THE SHOW?" he called out to them, and getting an overly loud cheer from the dragons, it hurt, but it was deserved.

Queen Narwhal beckoned for him to come closer to her, he did as he was ordered.

"Well, well, well, I didn't think you'd willingly show up to your own execution, I was about to send Crystal to go get you," she said.

Snowblade looked to Crystal, who looked very ready to kill a dragon with that axe, they weren't on the best of terms, but she was a dragon that you could have a polite conversation with every once in a while.

"So, do I just plant myself in the cuffs and wait for you to kill me?" Snowblade asked Crystal.

"If you could resist just a little bit, I would very much appreciate it, I like challenges," Crystal explained.

"So, you'd like me to go limp, is that it?" Snowblade asked.

"Oh yes, very much, I haven't had any ragdollsin so long," Crystal answered.

"I think I can do that, when do we start?" Snowblade asked King Tundra and Queen Narwhal.

"Right now," Queen Narwhal said, waving her wing to the cuffs. "If you'd please."

Snowblade allowed Crystal to grip his neck, releasing all muscles, he fell to the ground. Seeing Crystal's wide grin, he smiled at her, she was clearly enjoying this.

He looked among the audience for the DesertWing queen. It seemed to only be BlizzardWings as far as the eye could see- wait, there she was, in the farthest corner on the right, she looked very bored, he could barely even see her red eyes as she yawned.

Crystal continued to drag Snowblade to the cuffs. "Are you aware that Queen Sahara is watching this?" he asked her.

She stopped in her tracks, turning toward Snowblade with a look of admiration in her eyes. "I was not aware of that, where is she?" she asked him.

"Look to the farthest corner on the right, it's the bored-looking DesertWing," he answered.

Crystal looked in the direction of Queen Sahara and waved to the DesertWing, from what he knew, other than the BlizzardWing king and queen, Sahara was her favorite.

Snowblade was dragged all the way to the cuffs where they would execute him, he saw Queen Narwhal approaching the royal stand to announce his so-called crimes.

Clamps around his talons, tail and wings to stop him from trying to escape, as well as one around his neck to make for one clean chop.

"Thank you all for coming to this event!" Queen Narwhal called out to the audience. "We are here to watch the infamous Prince Snowblade of the BlizzardWings die at the axe of our lovely Crystal, who has specifically requested to be the one to take Snowblade to his cuffs!

At three thousand, two hundred and thirty-seven years old, Prince Snowblade will finally..." the queen continued speaking, but Snowblade's attention and focus went to thinking about Twilight, he knew in his guts that she was still alive, trying to get out of the mountain and come back to him. He would regularly sleep in front of the mountain's old entrance just to feel closer to her, hoping she was doing the same.

When the queen finished her speech, the audience started to count down from twenty, he decided to join them, he didn't have much else to do right now.

"FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!" All the dragons shouted in unison.

Snowblade rested his head on the cold ice and waited for the axe.

The axe landed, cutting Snowblade's head from his neck.

Author's Note: I'm just gonna stop making these.