The heir to two dragons

Foreword

Zertsalia.  The world on the other side of the mirror. The place where the followers of the Ice Dragon are hiding while awaiting the release of their Progenitor.

Where instead of forests there are high mountains piercing the skies with their tops, a castle of snow-white marble is hidden. Invisible from afar, but huge up close. The walls and roofs are covered with snow, frosty patterns are visible on the glass and walls. The Ices was inhabited exactly here.

A fireplace made of black stone, in which a fire blazed brightly. A silver-framed tapestry depicting a Dragon writing between blocks of ice was behind a young black-haired guy.

Almost everyone was sleeping peacefully after another day of class, but an urgent meeting was going on in the office of the head of the Ice Wolves, Damian Goyaryn.

– Since everyone is here, then the matter is really important, - said Alfid, who was sitting by the fireplace, in thought.

He wasn't exaggerating.  All eight Ice teachers were indeed in Damian's office - Damian himself, Great Catherine, Narnia, Alford, Ivan, Nightingale Zhikin, Alfid and Professor Fant.

The eyebrows of the young singer frowned.  It was a sure sign that the head of the Ice Palace School was in a serious mood.

– I have two news: bad and disgusting.  From which one to start?  - he asked.

Everyone shrugged nervously.  When Damian spoke in such a serious tone, expect trouble.

–Start with the bad one, – the old healer Narnia decided.

– I finished some calculations this morning.  In three days on Earth, at five o'clock in the evening, there will be a total solar eclipse. It will last seven and a half minutes - the maximum astronomically possible time for such a phenomenon.  Here, in Zertsalia, we will not see anything, but the city of St. Erinburg will be completely in black shadow. From one suburb to another.  For seven and a half minutes, the city will fall into darkness ...

– I've seen a lot of eclipses in my life.  And nothing special ever happened!  - said Alfid.

– Alfid, the eclipse I'm talking about is not an ordinary one.  Our Oracles warned about it.  And they are not prone to empty panic.  At this time, the powers of the dark Originals ones will increase.

– As far as I understand, the eclipse is the promised bad news, Catherine said.  - Now tell a disgusting news.  I'm starting to get a taste!

Damian rubbed his palms and brushed the frost off his bangs.  As much as he controlled his powers, due to the fact that he was the right hand of the Ice Dragon, his power was higher than  of the rest.

– They will call him Miraklе Legostaev, - said Damian.  - He will be born two minutes after the sun disappears.  The oracles have no doubt that the boy will have the gift of fire and ice. This could mean that he will either destroy our worlds by joining his grandfather, or help free our Progenitor, – the guy sighed. And this is 50/50. That's not all.  Some Fire Wolves are still loyal to the Fire Serpent.  Even though they  have a new head now - Timofey Zverev, the Silver Dragon.

– But Damian! Alford frowned. You’re probably exaggerating. Perhaps the Dire Wolves still don't know anything about Mirakle Legostaev.

Nightingale Zhikin and Professor Fant exchanged ironic glances.

– Recently, one of our Oracles disappeared from us, – said Nightingale Zhikin with restraint. – He went to earth, but never came back.

Damian turned sharply.  His eyes flashed pale blue for a second.