Wings of Fire: Reborn

Chapter 17

Every movement Blossom made seemed to echo down the endless halls. The scratches of claws on ice, the flick of her head as she looked around her, even her shallow breathes seemed to blast down the corridor.

 She was lucky she could change some of her scales, and the ones she couldn't matched her surroundings perfectly. 

Guards had been patrolling the passage, they were easy to detect, but difficult to see. The walls of the palace were enchanted to match the weather outside, a blizzard was forming so it was rather annoying that a bunch of white dragons patrolling a white building.

 Blossom could only make them out because of their clunky metal armour. 

Blossom carefully stepped out of the way of a grey looking Icewing, who's armour was almost pitch black, showing how important her roll was. 

Blossom edged around her and continued her way along the hallway, keeping her scales camouflaged to her surroundings.

A large tapestry worked its way on the side wall, its colours beautiful purples and blues. Dragons of all tribes were flying, but all of them had the colouring of an Icewing. The Icewing in the Tapestry looked into the viewers eyes, and piercing them with their Ice-y gaze. It made Blossom shiver, they looked almost like the Ice-Dragons. 

A small arched doorway to the right of the corridor was open. Blossom looked in carefully. It was a long dining hall, with the longest table she ever saw. A large throne sat at the very end of the table, its beautiful carvings made her smile.

Something beautiful really could exist here.

She turned back to the hall, a new set of guards turned the corner, their lighter Armour gleamed in the light of the moon globes on the ceiling. 

She turned the corner and there it was, I large Archway, a small sign next to the entrance read 'Tundra - Do not disturb'. 

She crept into the room and looked around. It was a vast space, a large oaken table in the centre of the room, polar bear fur rugs covered the floor. 

A large raised chunk of ice was in the far side of the room, a equally large moving object was laying on its Icey surface. 

It was Tundra, her chest was rising and falling in slow deep breaths. Her tail was swaying slightly with each breath, her face was plastered in a forever scowl. Blossom snickered and had to stop herself from poking her in the snout with a sharp thrust of her claw. 

She pulled herself away from the snoring dragon and wandered around the room, her stomach doing anxious flips. Where could it be?

She turned to see a long set of shelves, each one full of strange items and scrolls. Blossom would be here all night reading through each.

She didn't have all night. 

She pulled out half of the paper bundles and cradled them in her arms. They each had little labels on them, so she started her search. The missing princess, Scavenger cooking: 101 delicious recipes, a tail of two wings...

She placed them back and grabbed the rest. Ice and snow: a history of the Icewings, the greatest queen of all time, how to raise a dragonet with special abilities.

Blossom snickered at the last scroll, it was so obviously the tracker. She unrolled it but she was disappointed to find it was full of instructions. Your Dragonet has an extra toe? Then chop it off!

She placed them back as well. Where could this stupid scroll be?

She pulled some books off the shelf, maybe she transferred its power to a book? No...

Blossom placed them back neatly, and turned to see a small book in the far corner of the shelf. She tried to pull it out. It wouldn't move, it was stuck in place. She tugged it even more and it finally shifted. She wiggled it and it flung to the side, revealing a small item; a button.  

PRESS IT! her mind screeched. She had to, either that or she wouldn't be able to find the scroll. 

She pressed the button. A load crunch sounded and Blossom looked at Tundra, terrified that she would wake.

She shuffled and mumbled grumpily about a seal eating her fish, but she didn't stir. 

Thank the moons.

She pushed the cabinet and watched as the wall made way for a entrance. She stepped inside and gasped in awe.  

It was full of silver and gold treasure. A little statue of gold with little emerald eyes. A snake made of silver. A silver scroll case...

She picked up the case and yelped at its weight. She muscled it so she could un-screw the top. She reached inside and produced a small, weathered scroll. It was tattered around the edges and looked almost one hundred years old. 

She unrolled it carefully and on it was a map. On the tip of the map, where the Pyrrhian  coast was, a little yellow dot was hovering. It flashed and flashed again and then it shone a name above it. Blossom scowled as she read out her sisters name. 

She carefully rolled the scroll back up but instead of placing it back in the case, she ripped it up into tiny little pieces and placed it back in with a smirk. 

Take that you ice lizard! 

She screwed the top back on the case and heaved it back into place, just how she found it. She crept out of the Beautiful room and watched Tundra cautiously. She pushed the wall back into place with great effort and finally placed the small book back onto its rotary. 

She dashed out of the room, curving the corner. She exhaled a breathe she didn't realize she'd been holding.

She bounced for joy and twirled happily dawn the rest of the hall. She was finally free. At last, free without a doubt.