The Hovering Ingress: The Hidden World

Prologue

Wait

Searing 3677, Ghen 26th, Summer

Searris, a world many lightyears - or as Searrians say, lightsearings - away from Earth. A world may years older in its 3677th searing (5838 years), as far as history went. It takes 576 days for Searris to revolve around its star, much longer than Earth. A very different world. Humans and animals live on it yes, though there is much more. Dragons of ice called iven dergou, whale dragons called wharg dergou, and horned phoenixes called flabirs. These are all creatures dubbed 'beastfolk'. The humans, animals, and anthropomorphic animals called bifers are all under the category 'smallfolk'. But they don't know that.

Frosten, the most powerful ice dragon - perhaps the most powerful creature - paced around a crystal bowl of ice. Her dense, strong, sea blue scales rattled with fear and irritation. Her sick green eyes gazed at the pool of water in the bowl. Since the start of the new war, she had been keeping an eye on the battles and the leaders' choices. Recently, Morfran - the Sinister leader - had decided to drag flabirs into the war. Even though iven dergou were weaker than flabirs ability-wise, Frosten had decided to step up to helping Manipi - the Fulgorian leader. They may not have fire, but they most certainly had wisdom and knowledge.

Being taught the role iven dergou played in previous Sinister-Fulgorian battles, Frosten knew what to do next. She was to wait for a prophecy from the spirits of the previous Frostens. Though it had been several sune cycles (Searrian days). When would the prophecy come?

Soft snorts escaped the dragon as she paced around the bowl. Anything could come out and be a sign of a prophecy. Just a drop of water, ice forming over the top, anything. Even soft ripples could be a sign. Though of course none had come and Frosten was doomed to wait. It bored her. It prevented her from being a leader. Several cycles she sat, paced, and laid. The dergis (female dragon) had managed to concoct a form of potion to let her last without food. Soon it would wear out and she would have to make another, causing her to be distracted from waiting. No, she couldn't leave the center cave room. If she did, she would miss the prophecy. She had to wait. Anything outside of the typical silence could be a sign.

Speaking of which, hearing claws on the icy ground wasn't normal. They echoed too, it had to be a sign. Swiftly Frosten stood straight and peered toward the crystal bowl. Her green eyes were filled with hope. Soon the prophecy would come. Soon the wait would end.

"Tadewi?"

Perking up at her unprofessional name, the dragon looked to the tall ceiling of the cave.

"Master Frosten?" She called.

Soon the claws stopped walking.

"Sister, is everything alright?"

Hearing the familiar voice made the dergis flinch. I mistook someone else as Frosten, didn't I? Turning around the dergis sighed. Ahead of her was her biological sister, Blizzard. The two were very different in appearance. Frosten, or Tadewi, was a crystal derg, very stocky in build because of the weight of her crystals. Blizzard was a winged derg with snow white scales and a few black speckles, slim and thin to be fast in the air. The two may have been different in appearances and jobs, though their intentions and hearts were the same.

"Why are you here, Blizzard?" Frosten asked with a sigh.

"You haven't left this cave in cycles. A lot of us are concerned."

"Frostens have been able to do that for some time."

"Maybe... but still. You're young and old Frosten died of that sickness. We... we thought you had it too."

"Blizzard, we all know we're more likely to die at the paws of a Sinister or the claws of a flabir. I'm fine."

The dragon started pacing around the crystal bowl. Blizzard's aura only flowed with more anxiousness.

"You seem stressed."

"I'm waiting for something," Frosten said as she promptly sat down.

Blizzard perked up and walked up to the crystal derg's side.

"Really? For what?"

The legend flicked her ears. Silence followed and Blizzard shifted her claws nervously.

"Is it about the war?"

"Yes."

"Could you tell me what you're waiting for?"

"No, I can't," Frosten said bluntly.

"Why not? We used to do that all the time."

"Because I'm the new Frosten. I have rules to follow and responsibility to take. I can't gossip like dergli anymore. You're not even supposed to be in here without purpose!"

The winged dragon flinched back and flattened her ears against her head. Frosten narrowed her green eyes at her sister, towering over her. Finally, the snow scaled dragon looked down to the side with shame.

"R-right. I'll get going, Tadewi."

A sigh escaped the crystal dergis as her sister left the cave. I wish things were different, sister, I really do... Then she turned to the crystal bowl. As far as the dragon could tell, nothing had happened. It was a relief but also a disappointment. When would the prophecy come?