Wings of Fire- Frost Biting (BOOK ONE)

Prolouge

Chill couldn't believe it. First of all, he'd fallen for a Nightwing named Moonflower. Second of all, Moonflower had left their ready-to-hatch egg in his talons, on the brightest night. A pale, delicate, shiny, silvery blue egg. A Nightwing, Icewing crossbreed? That's insane, their tribes hate each other and he was foolish enough to let her seduce him? No one would respect him anymore, this child would be a burden that weighed him down for the rest of his life.

Chill watched as the dark silhouette of Moonflower disappeared against the clear, starry night sky.

He set the discussing, shameful egg on the snow covered ground, staring blankly at the discarded proof of loving a Nightwing.

Just as he started to walk away, to abandon the dragonet, he heard a crack. Freezing in his tracks, he turned his head and saw a long, single crack run down the side of the egg.

'Go, leave it to die,' his mind told him, but something inside him made him watch.

The smooth surface of the egg cracked more, until it burst apart, sending shards flying everywhere. Chill looked down his snout to the hatchling. She... It was a she. She had dazzling silver eyes, along with a tongue, silver scales scattered on her blackish underwing and some down her neck. Also, silver teardrop scales laid in the corner of her eyes. Her scales were pale as the moon and her claws were normally rigged and her tail was whip thin too. Normal Icewing spines went down her neck and back. Her snout structure that ran to her horns, looked like a Nightwings. She had a strange shaped jaw and face, a ruff of spikes, a curled tail, and membrane along her outer wing, along with an Rainwing like underbelly and fangs- no. Moonflower was a Rainwing to? Another thing She kept from him, another petty Nightwing secret and lie. Icewing mixed with two disgraceful bloods? That was definitely a secret Chill had to keep.

Wait, what? He was not keeping this filthy beast.

"Awrk?" She looked up at him with watching, intent, almost listening eyes, "Daddy?"

"I am not your dad," Chill growled to himself, earning a hert look as she shrank back with ears down. 'Good, I scare her.'

The little thing started to bite at the frost that had started to fall, then sneezed as she inhaled one.

Chill grunted, 'at least I should name her. Maybe Frostbite?'

Frostbite looked at me and stopped. "Frost.... Bite?" Ske tilted her head, then added confidently, "Frostbite."

He snorted, this pitiful thing kept getting stranger and stranger.

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Chill stayed a while, he did not want to leave this child alone in the dark.

Then he scolded himself, 'stop caring for this monster, Icewings aren't meant to be mixed with other blood. Let alone Nightwing or Rainwing blood, how could I of let this happen?'

He thought for a while, watching the sad beast play in the snow. An idea horrific, yet reasonable idea came to mind just as the sun popped above the horizon, sending beautiful arrays of pink and yellow light across the arctic tundra. Maybe he could kill it, get it over with fast and easy, no second thoughts.

'No,' As much as he hated it, he could not kill it for some reason. 'Love? Impossible.'

Chill found no love for this ugly mix breed.

He finally decided he would leave it, give it a small chance at life. He turned once again, determined not to peek back. But he did. He saw a small hope full gaze come from Frostbite as she took a few steps toward him.

'Stop it!' He thought, making the dragonet flinch. But she took one more step.

"Daddy," She almost whispered, "don't go."

His heart collapsed there, he could not leave it. Even if it was ugly, deformed and disgraceful, he could not leave it to die. It was his child, his responsibility. If he liked it or not, he was her father.

'Curse me,' Chill thought as he fully turned around and snatched up his daughter, and took to the sky.

He hated it, he cursed it, he did not love it. But he was stuck with it.