An Assassin's Choice {Wings Of Fire Fanfic/AU}

Chapter 31: The IceWing Assassination

     That summer the trio of Arson, Flint, and RedRunner went on a whole plethora of missions, but there were only three special ones that stood out in the memory.

    "I need this IceWing dead," the SandWing said, tapping the rough sketch of an IceWing on a sheet of yellowish and questionably stained paper.

     The trio of SkyWing Assassins had visited the Scorpion Den to find dragons who wanted an assassination job.

     They examined the sketch. The IceWing appeared to be tall and angular, with white and silver scales. The SandWing tapped his cigarette on the table impatiently.

    "We can do it," Arson stated, looking back up at him. RedRunner flicked his tail while Flint rapidly glanced around at all of the thugs and hybrids around them. The SandWing smirked.

    "That's what I'd like to hear. I believe his name is Silver," he tapped the paper with his claw, blowing out smoke at it.

    "Alright. Where was his last known location?" Arson asked.

    "The Ice Kingdom, duh," the SandWing replied in a snort. Arson lashed his tail.

    "It'll be done within three days," their father promised.

     That night, they made the long journey to the Ice Kingdom, resting in the rocky area between the Ice and Sand Kingdoms.

     They stopped far enough away from the Great Ice Wall to not be shot.

    "W-w-well, now w-what?" Flint asked, shivering from the cold. Arson glared at the wall.

    "We could just fly around it," Arson offered.

    "T-that'd be a lot of f-f-flying.."RedRunner said. They didn't have time to think further on it since they heard a dragon roaring in the distance. Their eyes widened as it gradually got louder. An IceWing patrol darted through the air toward them.

    "RUN!" RedRunner yelled, beginning to run in the other direction with the other two. They were to slow, however, which they found out when the patrol caught up to them, pinning them down. The IceWings had quickly found out that Flint was a Firescales, and were extra careful after that, only holding him down on his armor.

    "What are you doing here?!" the head IceWing questioned, stepping forward. Arson struggled to look up at the dragon. Flint and RedRunner looked around for a way out of the situation, but there was none.

    "We were just sent as representatives from Queen Ruby to talk to Queen Snowfall about a possible truce," Arson lied smoothly. The head IceWing's eyes widened.

    "Oh. In that case, guards, move off of them!" he ordered. The IceWings lifted off of them and they rose off of the snowy ground.

    "I apologize for that, we thought you could possibly be assassins sent to kill one of the royals," the IceWing admitted. Flint and RedRunner exchanged a glance. That was dangerously close to the truth.

    "Never in a million years!" Arson exclaimed, brushing the snow off of his scales.

    "Well, let's get off on a better foot. I'm General Frigid," the head IceWing introduced himself. He's strangely kind for an IceWing, RedRunner observed.

    "Anyway, if you are the SkyWing Queen's representatives, we shall escort you to the building of the Gift Of Diplomacy for further negotiation," General Frigid explained, ushering them forward.

     They made their way to a small pine forest that bordered the Great Ice Wall. RedRunner watched as Flint reluctantly entered, trying to be as careful as possible not to burn anything.

     However, he noiced his brother became a bit careless, and his tail brushed against an astray pine branch. Flint quickly recoiled. RedRunner hopped back, expecting to see it burst into flames, but instead he saw.. nothing. . . nothing. Hmm... The cold must cancel out his Firescales, he thought, tilting his head to the side.

     They entered through a special door in the Great Ice Wall that apparently only IceWing Generals and the Queen had keys to. They continued on the path to the building, RedRunner getting more anxious as they got closer. Oh.. we are so deep in this hole of lies.. he thought worriedly.

     They were almost to the building, passing the palace on their way there. Looking at the beautiful Ice Palace, RedRunner noticed a familiar IceWing. His eyes widened. He nudged Flint, gesturing to the IceWing guard. It was Silver! Flint lightly gasped, tapping Arson's tail and showing him the IceWing.

     Arson nodded. They stopped trying to communicate when RedRunner noticed one of their IceWing escorts was giving them a weird look. They took a moment to form a plan in their heads, then, communicating in slight finger motions, the plan was dispersed: Arson would knock out the front two guards, then zooming over to the target and slitting his throat. In the meantime, Flint and RedRunner would take care of the guards beside them.

     They agreed, hesitating one more moment before commencing. Arson leaped in the air, flipping around as to knock out the two guards in the front with his wings. At the same time, Flint and RedRunner turned to the IceWings on their sides and quickly snapped their necks.

     At this point, General Frigid had whipped around to see that he had been tricked. He couldn't do anything though, since Arson was in the process of zipping by Silver and slitting his throat with the sharp edge of his wing.

    "We've been duped!" the General roared, ordering the guards that were posted around the palace to chase after the three SkyWings who were already flying away.

    "We're gonna die! We're gonna die! We're gonna die!" RedRunner hyperventilated.

    "Shut up!" Arson growled, flicking his tail.

    "We aren't going to die. We fly faster than all tribes, remember?" he asked. RedRunner reluctantly nodded. Flint glanced back.

    "He's right, they are falling behind," he confirmed.

     The SkyWings continued flying away anyway, not stopping until they reached the Great Ice Wall again.

    "Just fly around!" Arson ordered. They began the long route around the wall, stopping here and there to rest on the occasional adrift iceberg.

     That night, they made it back to the border of the Sand Kingdom, making it the rest of the way back to the Scorpion Den the next morning.

    "Is it done?" the SandWing asked, lashing his barbed tail. RedRunner cautiously stepped away from him.

    "Yes," Arson replied, providing two whiteish-silver scales as proof.

    "Good," the SandWing hissed, throwing a bag of gold coins on the table.

    "Pleasure doing business with you," Arson snorted as they began to walk away.