Wings of Fire: A New Regime (Book 3)

Chapter 1

Bermuda was probably the unluckiest luckiest dragon in the world.

If that made sense.

She hadn't lost anyone in the Last Day- other than extended family, like grandparents and cousins. She never knew them though, and Bermuda didn't think life would be too different with or without them.

She was an only dragonet, with two loving parents and the underground equivalent of a home with a white picket fence. The only loss she had ever experienced in her life was the death of the family dog a few years ago.

Bermuda was born on the coast of the desert, in a cozy lagoon in a small houseboat that floated right off the shore. The high cliffs around the lagoon were dark and smooth, and the waves reflected off the surface. They shaded their home and shielded the family from danger. Her parents were like a second layer of protection, keeping an eye on her at all times and making sure she never strayed too far.

She was happy to be around her parents- when she was three, her parents decided that they should look around for a new home. Somewhere that was safe, somewhere where they didn't have to lock all the doors and windows when the strange zombie dragons came.

Bermuda, of course, was sad to go. But if that's what her parents thought was right, then it must be right.

They moved to the tunnels when they were found by a patrol, and were taken to Fearless, who decided to let them stay.

But now, Bermuda was halfway across the continent, and her parents probably had no idea where she was.

And in the past few weeks, Bermuda had experienced more than she had ever before, mostly for the worse. Betrayal, death, and discovering secrets buried a long time ago- just to name a few.

Bermuda tapped her claws on the window frame. The snow had been falling since yesterday, but now had died down to a gentle drifting. Frost gathered on the edges of the windows, like little icy white roads. Bermuda had seen snow before, but not much. It rarely snowed near the tunnels, and Bermunda rarely left them. The amount of snow on the ground was probably ten times more than she'd ever seen- combined.

"It's weird, huh?" Jasmine said behind her. Bermuda turned to her.

"Yeah," Bermuda said quietly.

"Do you think Aconi did this?" Jasmine asked.

"Why else would this happen?" Bermuda replied, walking over to the fireplace. She sat down in front of it and watched the flames. "I suppose it could be a weird bout of snow,"

"I think it was Aconi," Jasmine said. "She stole the most powerful object in Pyrrhia- in the world maybe. And Rosetta said that it could alter what was and wasn't possible. And on top of that, Jellyfish said her favorite season was winter. It makes sense."

"I just feel like it's such a waste," Bermuda said. "Why waste the power on making it snow?"

"There's nothing to waste," Jasmine pointed out. "Her power is limitless."

"I suppose," Bermuda said.

She got up and passed Jasmine to the front door. Dragons didn't go out if necessary. Most dragons that lived in this village were down here to avoid the cold- so it was certainly unpleasant when it came here.

Bermuda opened the door and walked outside. The crunch of the snow behind her told her that Jasmine followed. It was eerily quiet, as floral and fauna slowly died off around them.

Bermuda tilted her head upwards to look at the falling snow. The white particles fell on her face, melting upon contact.

A little above the tree line, a single dragon flew, flying very fast. Bermuda tilted her head.