A loud crash was heard across Pyrrhia, shattering the otherwise serene atmosphere. The inhabitants of the SandWing palace turned their heads in surprise, their eyes filled with curiosity and concern. Sahara glanced over at her neighboring mate, Dragonfruit, "What was that?" Sahara exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of worry and intrigue. Dragonfruit's eyes widened as she surveyed the scene before them. Fallen rocks were scattered across the landscape, revealing towers that were once hidden. The sight that unfolded before their eyes left them in awe and disbelief. "Is that the great ice wall?" Dragonfruit asked, barely able to comprehend the magnitude of what had just occurred. Sahara nodded solemnly, her gaze fixed upon the destruction. The great ice wall, which had stood tall and mighty for centuries, protecting the IceWing territory and separating it from the rest of Pyrrhia, had been reduced to a crumbled heap of rubble. "It is," Sahara replied, her voice tinged with a sense of sorrow. "The great ice wall has fallen." As if on cue, a group of IceWings emerged from the ruins, their expressions a mix of relief and disbelief. They quickly made their way towards Sahara and Dragonfruit, eager to report their safety to their rulers. "Your Majesties," one of the IceWings spoke, bowing respectfully. "We have managed to escape the chaos. We are safe." North approached the group, his eyes filled with concern. "Well done, my brave guards," King North commended, his voice filled with pride. "You have displayed true loyalty and bravery. But now, we must ensure the safety of our palace. Go, and guard it with every ounce of strength you possess." "Yes, Your Majesty," the IceWings answered in unison, their determination evident. As the IceWings hurried off towards the palace, Sahara and Dragonfruit exchanged glances of somber understanding. "I suppose this marks the end of the great ice wall," Sahara murmured, her tone filled with a mixture of acceptance and sadness. Dragonfruit nodded in agreement as they slowly made their way back to the palace, their thoughts consumed by the implications of this unexpected event. The once impenetrable barrier that had
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Royal SeaWing prisoner
FantasyQueen Sahara of the SandWings paced anxiously in her opulent palace, the scorching heat of the desert sun beating down on the golden dunes outside. As the ruler of her mighty kingdom, she had grown accustomed to the solitude and tranquility of her d...
