Fire and Ice [NEEDS EDITING]

Chapter 1

The egg shuddered. It cracked, fissures radiating across the surface like ice breaking. Then it split apart, revealing a tiny dragonet. Iceberg snarled and recoiled at the sight of her newly hatched daughter. "Quickly!" she hissed. "Get the ice box!"

Rushing over, guards grabbed a box of ice, made by an animus. Others prodded the dragonet with spears into the ice box, and once she was inside, slammed it shut. "Now what?" asked Iceberg's mate, a tall stern-faced IceWing named Bobcat. He carefully prodded the ice box. Iceberg shrugged. "Take it to the Queen, I guess. Not much else we can do but let her decide what to do with it." A guard muttered,"A dragonet isn't an 'it'." Bobcat growled,"A dragonet isn't an it, not at all. But a monster is."

6 months later....

There was what seemed to be a box made of ice sitting in the corner of the throne room. Princes Snowdrift, Wolf, and Jaeger stood to the left of Queen Polar, while Princesses Frostbite and Glacier stood to the right. Assembled were all the dragons of the Ice Kingdom, but each Circle made sure to stay well away from the others. "I have called you here today for a great announcement, and a small show," stated Queen Polar. "Bring the ice box!" she called. Guards quickly rushed forwards, grabbed the box, moved it, then snatched their talons away as fast as they could.

Queen Polar picked a narwhal spear off the wall, and carefully opened the ice box. A small dragonet's head peeped out, and the Queen said, "It's all right Frost. You can come out." The dragonet called Frost cautiously clambered out and started to move, but Queen Polar blocked her. "No, Frost. Sit, and don't move." Startled by the Queen's suddenly sharp voice, Frost sat and stayed.

Dragons whispered amongst each other, and some let out protests. Iceberg barged forwards, numerable emotions on her snout. "I thought we killed dragonets like that! Not keep them around so they can murder dragons!" Prince Wolf snarled, "Mother, what is that...demon doing here?"

Queen Polar growled at her son. "She's not a demon, she's a dragonet. A dragonet named Frost that hatched just in time to help us win the war." Iceberg's face unreadable, she simply stared icicles at Frost. The Queen said, "Get the convict." Guards went and grabbed a criminal--he was infamous for murder--and he was missing most of his tail. It looked as if it had been chewed off. The murderer was shackled with heavy chains, and bolted down to the floor. The Queen then told Frost, "Go touch the other IceWing." Frost stood up and went over to the convict, who growled, baring his teeth at her, rattling his chains.

She carefully reached out with one talon and touched him. Slowly, ice began creeping up the dragonet's scales, and he shrieked in fear. Frost stepped back, unsure. The Queen prodded Frost with the spear and said, "Go back to the box, Frost." She wandered back to the ice box, and curled up inside it, leaving a trail of ice crystals behind.

Dragons watched in silent horror as ice began slowly encase the murderer, frost creeping up his scales. Before long, the dragon was covered in ice, his maw open in a scream of terror. His eyes wide with fear, his paws reached out desperately as if there were someone who could save him. His wings outstretched, as if he could simply fly away from the tiny monster of a dragonet named Frost.

Queen Polar proclaimed, "I give you Frost! She will help us win the war! For the IceWings!"  "The IceWings!" the crowd echoed, but it lacked enthusiasm, and barely masked the worry. With a flick of her wing, the Queen dismissed her subjects. The dragons left the palace and began to whisper.