Fire and Ice [NEEDS EDITING]

Chapter 7

Frost's PoV
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Oh no! Three moons, I have the worst luck! I spotted multiple red and orange figures with huge wings making their way towards me, scales glinting in the fading sunlight. SkyWings--bad news. If I can see them, that must mean they can most definitely see me...

Within moments, they had circled up around me. The seemed-to-be leader snarled, "Well. An IceWing. Always a welcome addition for the arena." I didn't know what this arena was, but it sure didn't sound good.

Fight or flight. There's no way I'll ever outfly SkyWings, and certainly not this many of them...fight it is.

I hissed, preparing to hit one (or many) dragons with my frostbreath. As I tried to hit them, one went down, screeching, with ice already creeping up his wing. The rest managed to dodge, shooting fire at me. But their flames died before reaching me, for my scales were colder than a normal IceWing's, so my scales were not only chilled - they radiated cold like no other dragons'.

Although fire doesn't affect me, it's still extremely rude to try and set another ablaze. Irritating, fire is. Why do SkyWings get to have it? Whoever's idea it was to give SkyWings fire was an idiot.

Snarling, as I whipped around to face the leader, the spikes on my tail gouged deep scratches into another's face. They frosted over almost immediately, as he howled and grabbed at his snout. He clawed frantically, rapidly spiraling down to the craggy peaks of rock far below.

The rest of the squadron was very wary of me after that, circling but not daring to get close. "Come with us without a fight, and nothing bad will - or should - happen to you," said the captain. Such arrogance.

I sneered, "And why should I be willing to go with you? You're not my queen. Besides, I'm well aware that SkyWings are nothing but lying bags of scales." I felt a slight glimmer of satisfaction as they hissed angrily but were unable to do anything. "Mark my words, IceWing. We will meet again."

With that terrifying threat, they wheeled around and flew back the way they came. Pfft. Meet again? Yeah, right.