When the thunder rolls,
And a cold gale blows,
A feathered tribe will take flight,
Arriving from a drop of light.
When the sky shakes,
And the ground quakes,
Jet-black dragons will swoop down from the night's dark clouds,
As the thunder booms some shattering sounds.
When fire meets ice,
When you hear furious battle cries
Fog will gather in the beach,
And misty dragons will begin a siege.
Three new tribes and fourteen dragonets will appear,
Three new tribes are what we'll fear.
When you see those signs happen,
Know that Pyrrhia is nearing its end.
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Wings Of Fire: The Prophecy
Fanfiction⚠️THE WINGS OF FIRE SERIES DOSEN'T BELONG TO ME, AND NOT ALL OF THESE ARE MY OCS, BUT I DID ASK PERMISSION TO HAVE THEM IN HERE⚠️ Years after the prophecy has passed, a new prophecy has begun. By a hivewing leafwing hybrid. Not only that, their also...
