Wings Of Fire: The Wings Of War

~Prologue~ Three years ago...

Tundra opened her eyes to the sunlight outside the palace window. It was calm and quiet, with a few Icewings flying around. Tundra was an IceWing who lived in the palace. She was in the first class, and in second place, held back by Iceberg. She had been trying to steal Icebergs top place for a while.

"Tundra!" a voice called.

What do you want Snow? Tundra thought.

"Tundra, are you in there?"

Tundra rolled over, covered her head with her wings, and tried to ignore her. Snow popped her head into Tundra's room. Tundra lifted her head and glared at her.

"What do you want?" she growled.

"Why so grumpy?" Snow asked happily.

Tundra scowled at her.

"I'm tired. Just get to the point," Tundra snapped.

Snow frowned at her. "Queen Nebula wants you on patrol now. So I suggest you get going." Snow lifted a talon and pointed at her.

Tundra scowled at Snow. "Why me? I'm weak and I'm only four years old. I'm a dragonet! I can't go. What if the NightWings attack, what if the whole continent attacks? I'll be killed instantly. Why can't she get one of the other stronger IceWings to patrol?" Tundra said.

Tundra was paranoid of everything. She was always scared that she would get randomly attacked out of nowhere, or taken hostage by another tribe. She was especially scared of the SkyWings. She had heard really bad things about the queen, and knows the dark secrets of what goes on in that palace. She knows the SkyWing queen watches her prisoners fight in her arena for enjoyment.

"If the whole continent attacks, I'm pretty sure any scout would be killed pretty quick." Snow pointed out. "They would be killed pretty quick if the NightWings attacked anyway. Well, depending on how many attacked."

"That's my point." Tundra said. "The best thing to do is to send out a group of IceWings. That way, if we get attacked we can fight them off, or one of us can escape if there are too many." Tundra pointed out.

"Look Tundra, the queen asked for you, I can't control who she chooses. Now I would just go before she comes looking for you." Snow said.

Tundra scowled. "Fine. But if I die, I'm blaming you."

Tundra shoved Snow out of the way, left the palace, and lifted off into the sky. She didn't understand why she had to patrol. She was decent at fighting, but she was still young. A four-year-old dragonet was no match for more than one dragon; unless the dragons were really, really weak. She is not even strong enough to fight one dragon, depending on its strength. Her size weakens her ability to fight.

She remembered a dragon who came back from patrol covered in battle wounds. Tundra shivered. She was only about one or two years old at the time. The dragon had said that a pod of SkyWings attacked him. He was able to get away and fly back to the palace, but he died a few minutes after he flew through the palace doors.

Tundra flew as far as the Kingdom Of Sand border. She kept going until she couldn't go any further. She perched on top of a glacier and watched. All day she saw groups of SandWings fly in the distance. She glanced over at the largest mountain in Phyirra.

Jade Mountain. She thought. At the corner of her eye she saw the mountain behind it. Immediately her face turned to a complete face of anger. Darkstalker... the fatal enemy of the IceWings.

All she knew was that Darkstalker was put to sleep in that mountain. She knew the story of Darkstalker and why he was an enemy.

Darkstalker lived about 1000 years ago. He was the son of Prince Arctic the IceWing, and Foeslayer the NightWing.