The end-A WoF Fanfiction

Prologue

In a little cove north of the farthest northern oasis, they found what she was looking for: a small hut on the beach, roofed with palm fronds.
Qibli glanced at Moon in confusion as they landed on the damp sand in front of it. 'Who lives here?'
'Someone I saw in my vision, I think,' she said. 'If I'm right, Turtle saw her, too, just for a moment, in Darkstalker's throne room. He told me about it—but he said he wasn't sure she was real. I think she is, and I think we'll find her here.'

As she said that, the door opened and a SandWing emerged. She was tall and long-necked and graceful, with wide black eyes and a dappled brown triangle pattern on her wings. She watched them gravely as they climbed the beach toward her. 'Hello,' Moon said, dipping her head to the stranger. 'My name is Moon and this is Qibli. Did you know we were coming?'
'I knew someone would come,' she said in a quiet voice. 'I guessed it would be soon.'
'What's your name?' Moon asked. 'I saw you in a vision, but I don't really know why.'
'I'm Jerboa,' said the SandWing.
Qibli's eyes widened, and she noticed and shook her head. 'Not the original Jerboa,' She said. 'Her daughter.'
'From way back in Darkstalker's time?' Qibli asked.
'Yes. My mother cast a spell to make sure nothing could ever harm me.' Jerboa shrugged. 'I've been waiting a long time to fulfill my purpose.'
'Your purpose?' Moon asked.
'Yes,' Jerboa said again. She spread one wing to invite them into the hut. 'I believe the first step is introducing you.'
'To who?' Qibli asked, stepping inside. He edged sideways to make room for Moon to enter, too, and his eyes took a moment to adjust to the dark interior.
There was an injured dragon in there, lying on a bed of palm fronds. She sat up as they entered and eyed them warily.
And then Qibli saw the shape of her wings, and her, face, and the color of her scales, and he realized this dragon was no hybrid. She was not from any tribe he'd ever seen before. She was something completely different.
'What—' Moon whispered. 'How—?'
'I believe this,' said Jerboa, 'is our first visitor from the lost continent.'