Frost's POV
Frost flew away from the palace with a growl. Her friend, Flurry, had challenged her. Whoever caught the biggest animal won. She was going to catch the BIGGEST polar bear EVER. And she couldn't wait to see the look on Flurry's face.
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a mother polar bear with her cub. (I) I'll catch the mother and leave the cub stranded, she thought.
As soon as she was above them, she went into a dive. The cub looked up and saw her, giving an earsplitting shriek. As she was about to snatch up the mother in her claws, it roared, standing on its hind legs, and slashed Frost's wing. She spiraled down with a scream, her one good wing flapping like crazy. She collapsed into a heap as the mother nudged her cub to safety.
Frost groaned, twisting around to inspect her wing. It was torn and bleeding. She felt dizzy, and everything spun around. Exhausted, she closed her eyes and let darkness in- gulf her.
"Need some help?" She opened her eyes to see a huge dragon standing over her.
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The first animus (Wings of fire)
FanficFrost is a normal dragon. Until the day she's injured. From then on, death looms over her, waiting unseen. IF ANYBODY HAS MADE A BOOK LIKE THIS, I AM SORRY IF I DID THE SAME THING.
