Fire and Ice [NEEDS EDITING]

Chapter 11

Frostbite's PoV
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That SkyWing...her scales smoke and shimmer, and all dragons avoid her. Why? Scowling, the SkyWings halted before us, beating their massive wings. "We'll give you one chance to surrender. Or don't, if you choose to die a horrible, painful, fiery death instead," they ordered simply.

I scoffed. "As Princess of the IceWings, I declare that we will never surrender to SkyWings." The SkyWings' eyes narrow.

The leader makes a mocking bow to me. "So you're Princess Frostbite. Pleased to meet you. My name is Falcon. And may I present to you: Peril."

With that, he draws back. The smoking, coppery-orange SkyWing draws forwards. All the others draw back. "Hm. An IceWing. Boring. I've fought plenty of IceWings. And I'm sure you'll be no different." she remarks, studying her talons.

I backpedal a bit, uncomfortable with the waves of scorching heat radiating from her scales. "And you're Peril?" I arched a pale blue eyebrow. Peril nodded. I let a growl slip from my throat, sizing her up. 'How dare she insult an IceWing princess!' I thought angrily. Peril noticed me staring, and shot me a glare of her own.

Without taking my eyes off the threat in front of me, I hiss, "Falcon! If I beat Peril, you must let us go. That's how you do it in your Kingdom, no?"

Falcon made a small hiccupy gasping noise. His mouth opened and closed, yet no words came out. He blinked before demanding, "How do you know that?!"

I bared my teeth at him in return. "Never mind how I know it, just answer the question." Smoke seeped out of his nostrils and curled around his horns.

"It is," he huffed, snarling. I noticed the other SkyWings glaring at me, smoke pouring out of their nostrils. I gave them a sunny sort of grin before turning back to face Peril.

"Back up. Give us room," I ordered my troops. They didn't look happy, but obeyed. Falcon flicked his tail, and the SkyWings did the same.

"Falcon?..." Peril looked scared. Falcon nodded at her. "Kill the IceWing." was all he said. Three words, no more.

Turning to face me, Peril was a different dragon. An evil smirk crossed her snout and she laughed, "You picked a fight with the wrong dragon, IceWing." As I stared into her brilliant blue eyes, I realized something. I'm going to die.
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For the first time in her life, Frostbite felt afraid.