Chapter 8

Any normal dragon would think that killing a terrible king would make the killer of said terrible king a hero, but no. Apparently it gets the killer into a ton of trouble and makes them untrustworthy and a criminal and a traitor. If somebody killed a dragon who was on the verge of conquest to rule all seventeen tribes, should they or should they not be praised? That wasn't exactly the case for Snowblade's father, but it was close enough.

It seemed that he was now untrustworthy in the eyes of Moon and Qibli as he could very clearly see them trying to escape from him and duck into the cover of a small town. The two of them briefly spoke to an IceWing and disappeared inside, the IceWing looking outside and spotting Snowblade with a shocked expression.

"Stop! I command you to turn around and fly away from here!" the IceWing exclaimed, holding up a shaking talon.

"Look, I just want to apologize to Moon and Qibli and I'll be on my way. I'll go all the way back home and deal with my own annoying queen... The king is alright, but it's the queen I'm worried about... I'm getting off topic now, may I please speak to them?" Snowblade explained.

The IceWing seemed to consider Snowblade's request, but looked to the side for a few moments and then turned back to Snowblade. "They're scared that you may kill them," he said, looking confused about the encounter. "Who even are you?"

"... I am Prince Snowblade of the BlizzardWings, I come from the first continent of which is very north of here, and I am a Primordial. Not that anybody ever cares; but I am also three thousand, two hundred and thirty-seven years old... although I don't look it..." he told the IceWing, giving a small bow.

The IceWing tilted his head, his mouth hanging open. "How old?"

Snowblade went to sit down and lean against a tree. "Three thousand, two hundred and thirty-seven... I'm immortal," he repeated for the IceWing.

"When did you realize that? Did you ever think that you'd die of old age?" the IceWing asked.

Snowblade smiled and removed his head, then threw it at the IceWing. "Since my father did this to me. Shall I continue?" He spotted Moon and Qibli move to the side of his head. "I am not a bad dragon, I reserve that title for my long dead father. I will ask you again to confirm; will you help me? Remember that by helping me, you help yourselves."

The IceWing cast a confused look at Moon. "What is he talking about?" he asked the NightWing.

"He said that he knows a dragon who can help me decipher my new prophecy, and that she is imprisoned under a mountain that can only be opened with the blood of five different tribes," Moon explained.

"Fresh blood, mind you," Snowblade told them, having forgotten to mention that back in the Sand Kingdom.

"Your primordial prophecy?" the IceWing asked Moon, who nodded.

"His mate, Snowblade said she knows much about Pyrrhia," Qibli said.

"So much so that she probably knows something you did last week," Snowblade said.

Snowblade walked over to the talking dragons and collected his head and put it back on.

"What about the ruin of all? Shouldn't we be worried about that?" the IceWing asked.

"It's probably just referring to the idiots who call themselves The Council, they're just a bunch of weaklings though," Snowblade said.

"Well, it also refers to dragons long dead. Two fallen sisters on the false brightest night, that's Burn and Blister, who both died two years ago," the IceWing argued.

"PearlWings have the ability to resurrect the dead, Twilight would never do such a thing though."

"Winter, this is a big decision; either we never know what the prophecy means, or we risk lots of destruction," Moon said, weighing the options.

"I vote in favor of not fulfilling a potentially dangerous prophecy," Winter said.

"What about the heroes of the realm?" Qibli asked.

"The prophecy is already being fulfilled with my just being here," Snowblade reminded them. "After the visit of fire and ice, the Primordials will be revealed to all."

"What about the corruption of the light?" Moon asked Snowblade.

"The Council plans to overtake Pyrrhia the same way the BeetleWings and LeafWings did about four thousand years ago. The downside being that this time you won't have a PearlWing to banish them back to the Primordial Land."

"And following you will just automatically stop them from doing that?" Winter asked.

"Freeing Twilight will, she is an animus after all," Snowblade said, smiling at the small IceWing.

"Impossible, animus magic broke a year and a half ago, nobody can have animus magic now," Winter said.

Snowblade's smile only widened. "Not when the right protective enchantments are in place." He turned to Moon and Qibli. "You received an letter from Twilight just a few weeks ago, she once told me of that; an animus touched piece of paper that when placed through the sky hole in the PearlWing mountain would tear down the protective barrier around the Primordial Land, exposing it to any and all powers of Pyrrhia, such as the prophetic powers of a NightWing or the magical powers of an animus."

Winter spoke up. "So, you're saying that the Primordials have known about Pyrrhia for thousands of years, but have made no contact with us in all that time?"

"The PearlWings knew that when the Pyrrhians came back, they would be exposed to the most powerful forces in the world," Snowblade said, holding out a talon to Moon. "If you help me; Twilight and I will help you. I will answer any and all questions you may have afterward to the best of my abilities. Do we have a deal?"

Moon hesitated, but she shook Snowblade's talon. "We have a deal."