Prolouge

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           Talons scraped the cold stone floor. Dragons were gathered around a lit campfire, muttering softly. A Nightwing slipped out of the shadows and spoke. The ripple of muttering was silenced. "Have you found her yet?" He asked to a Skywing across from him. "Yes. When will we go?" She asked. The Nightwing looked confident. "In a week. Permafrost, Scorpion, Ember, and Tuna, come with me. Make sure the dragon does not escape, or else..." The Nightwing made a slicing motion across his neck. The dragons slightly recoiled. The black dragon cleared his throat. "Puddle, have you captured the Rainwing? For as much trouble as Rainwings are, he's caused a ruckus, interfering with our plans." Puddle looked down at her talons. "Um...no. Not exactly." There was silence, then a roar. "What?! You let him ESCAPE?! NOW WE WILL NEVER CAPTURE HER!" He roared, rearing up on Puddle. "Permafrost. Now, please." "Yes, sir." Permafrost spread his wings and roared his breath on Puddle. The other dragons stepped back. Puddle crackled, and then fell to the ground, frozen. Permafrost dug his talons into her body with a crunching sound. "Perfect." The Nightwing said. "Now we can continue our plans..." 

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