Wings of Fire Ships Oneshot (Discontinued)

Ancient Dark Ice (ArcticSlayer)

Quick note! I didn't read the book so please bear with me here. So I guess this is basically another 'ending' of them escaping without Arctic killing the guards and damaging Snowflake that badly so he didn't go cold (pUn-). Sorry if it doesn't seem like them- Uh, anyway enjoy!
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"RUN FOESLAYER! RUN!" Arctic cried, running with his lover from IceWing guards.

"STOP IN THE NAME OF QUEEN DIAMOND." One yelled out, throwing a spear at Foeslayer. It had barely missed her, she had felt it graze her scales and the wind it pierced whistle.  

Suddenly Arctic roared in pain. Foeslayer looked to left to see a spear in the base of Arctics wing.

"ARCTIC!!" Foeslayer screamed. She wasn't usually one for violence but this had pissed her off. She suddenly stopped and turned around, blasting fire at them.

She had injured a few of them before Arctic ran back and grabbed her and they started running again. They flew past the border, and past to SandWing territory.

When they made it over they flew until they got to a oasis patch and plunged down to the water to hide. Arctic put a wing over Foeslayer and brung her close, scooting under a shadow of some palm trees hoping his scales would blend in with the water. Foeslayer curled up into a ball as tightly as she could and tried not to waste her air.

Her IceWing had experience with diving into freezing water in the Ice Kingdom while she had zero. Moments later she didn't think she could hold it anymore. Arctic must've noticed because he leaned down and kissed her, giving her air. Foeslayer blushed. When they parted little air bubbles surfaced and floated to the top of the water. She hadn't expected that.

But atleast she had more air.

The IceWing guards left a little while after. When they were a good distance away, Arctic shot up and breathed in fresh air. His lover following suite. Foeslayer gasped harshly, panted, and coughed while Arctic just breathed slightly faster then normal.

"H-How are y-you not, brea-thing h-hard?" Foeslayer asked, panting in between breaths.
Arctic just smirked in response and walked to the sand and sat.

"Because I'm a prince, and I was trained to do so."

Foeslayer dragged her self up and layed down by her prince.

After a few minutes Foeslayer regained her breath and looked at Arctic.

"Oh! Arctic, your wing!" Foeslayer gasped, pointing to his wing.

Arctic touched the tip of the spear and growled. Foeslayer looked at it in worry. She gripped it in her palm and received a pained cry from Arctic.

"Sorry!" Foeslayer apologized, she looked at Arctic. "I'm going to pull this out on the count of 3 okay?"

Arctic nodded slowly. He shut his eyes and grit his teeth.

"1 . . ." Foeslayer felt herself sweat nervously.

"2 . . ." Arctic lashed his tail and flexed his other wing.

3!!" Foeslayer gripped it tightly and yanked the spear out of Arctics wing. Arctic flinched as it was being pulled and Foeslayer threw the spear in the sand.

"Are you okay. . . ?"

Arctic stayed still and walked to the water, dunking his head in the water and screaming. He came up after all the air he had was gone. Foeslayer immediately started to laugh. Arctic looked at her in confusion at first, but chuckled a bit himself.