NEW DAWN

~PROLOGUE~

=Stormbringer=

Stormbringer was glad the war was over. Ever since he and Cloud escaped from the ThunderWing fortress, they had been pursued by every tribe of dragon; hybrid or not. Enemies and allies. At least there was peace now. But he wasn't sure he was safe. He regretted his decisions, and when he would try to fall asleep in his cavern, somewhere in between the Sea Kingdom and the Rain Forest, he would see the faces of his fallen friends and foes, greeting him, inviting him to join them. Why? He asked himself, had he ever betrayed his own tribe? His own family? His only family? Why? To join ADF? To have peace on Pyrrhia? No. None of these. He didn't have a reason. It just seemed..... like the right thing to do.... And now, due to his behaviour, he was an outcast. Forgotten. Shunned. Dishonoured. Untrustable. Exiled. Was this what other dragons called safety, and peace? He was scared. Scared of himself. Even Darkstalker and Moonwatcher hadn't liked Stormbringer's future. Dark, uncertain, and twisted they would say. But he didn't want that. He wouldn't let himself become a monster. In, fact, he would be the one who vanquishes monsters. He would rise again. Then, he had a feeling he was being watched. "Who's there!" He called. His own voice echoed back off the cavern walls, back to him.

=Sycamore=

It hurt. Having part of a tail, and no tail barb sucked. He couldn't even threaten his sister anymore! But the pain wasn't only that. He felt everybody's pain. But mostly, his heart and head ached. Juniper. She was all he could think about. Now, she was dead. Because of him, she was dead. No words could comfort him now. No dragon. Nothing. But deep inside, for some weird reason, he still felt a tinge of hope. While he was trapped in his thoughts, from behind him, his sister, Fern called out to him. "It's your turn to guard the prisoners today!" she exclaimed. Even though the war was over, thanks to all the stuck-up, stupid dragons like Darkstalker, Moonwatcher and Winter, who all wanted this stupid "peace" thing, the WispyWings still held their prisoners. Namely one. The most important one. He was a young ThunderWing, from the crown-royal family. His name? Light. Brother of that ...that... creature Stormbringer. It was his fault he had no tail barb! It wasn't fair! A tail for a talon? No! As Sycamore walked over to the prison, he was stopped by a burly WispyWing named Ironwood, for a pat-down. Sycamore was used to these, as he had done the pat-down job himself. Now, it just felt weird to have his stub-of-a-tail touched. He walked down through the dark, double doors, to start his daily routine: Wash the hallways, Feed the prisoners, and interrogate them. He headed over to his victim-of-the-day's cell, one belonging to a FrostWing named Hail. As he peered through the steel bars, he noticed something strange. It was empty. Just then, he felt a sharp tap on his wing. He spun around and drew his spear, only to be greeted by the sinister shape of a huge dragon. CRACK! Pain coursed through his head, and he was out. The world spun. He fell, to whatever doom awaited him.

=Frostbite=

Two thousand years. That was how long she and her older brother, Darkstalker had to wait. Just to be free. She was grateful to everyone. Even the RainWing, the SkyWing, and the SandWing. Especially the NightWing. The two of them would be in the debt of these dragonets for a while. Unless Moonwatcher and Darkstalker dispensed one of their dooms-day prophecies. It felt good to be freed from that vile pit. At least her brother made her drink that life suspension thing. Otherwise, she would be dead. Dead. Even Darkstalker's powers couldn't do anything about that. If he did, it would have killed him too. Frostbite couldn't completely comprehend anything about this new Pyrrhia. The whole geography had changed. There were new tribes. New ways of life. No more of the stuff she remembered from her hatching days. Her best friends, Whiteout and Blizzard, both dead. At least Mother was still around. The three of them would be the last remaining members of the old world. Survivors. That's all Frostbite's mind could think about. According to Moon, she would be disoriented for for about three weeks, before she got used to everything. While Darkstalker had woken up, due to an earthquake, and Foeslayer ; their mother had been awake for the whole time, Frostbite had just stirred out of her coma when Moonwatcher had found where they lay. Her energy had been sapped, animus powers virtually gone, leaving her barely unable to stand. While she loved being free, she sensed change : big change ; but only happening to her and a couple other dragons. A change in form, senses, and perspective. The world was changing. Fast.