*2 icewings and a strange dragon with blue markings walk over to an oddly shaped snow drift*
Icewing 1: this is the place....
Icewing 2: yeah, now you'll let us go right? Right?
???: yes....now kindly leave before i change my mind...and do not reveal this to the current queen.
Icewing 2: whatever half-pint.
???: *infuriated growl*
*the icewings run off, not wanting to upset her*
???: well then....*pulls out an odd looking spear* I just hope they were right...*she starts digging away till she hears a metallic clang* .....*steps back stabbing the spear into the snowy ground* ....*starts furiously digging through the snow before she finds part of a much larger object* ....three moons they were right.....*tries to pull it out only to realize she can't* .....right. Hard way it is then.
[the school]
Duna: hm..*going over maps*
Winter: looking for a location?
Duna: yes....during the madness with Darkstalker those months ago, Red told me of the punishment Darkstalker had in mind for him...
Winter: ......what was it?
Duna: well....*whispers what it is*
Winter: ....if peacemaker comes out as twisted like that....he'll need to be put down....
Duna: yeah, and from what i know there are 2 eggs....i want to find the dragonets.
Winter: and to do that you need to find Icicle...
Duna: yeah....
Winter: hm....well, there are a few locations. *he marks down where Icicle could be*
Duna: hm...
Winter: what is it?
Duna: nothing....just one is by.....*takes the map* you know what? Never mind. *puts on a happy facade* tell liz i said hi by the way! *she walks off*
Winter: ....*to himself* she's so weird... *walks off*
[the library]
Duna: *walks into the library* Starflight...
Starflight: yes?
Duna: i need to know something....how much do you know about the myth of the spear?
Starflight: hm...if i recall, it was made by an icewing animus long before Darkstalker's time. Though it was lost and the reason behind its creation was lost to time.
Duna: hm...so no more then what i already knew then....
Starflight: oh?
Duna: it was an old legend i heard growing up.
Starflight: hm...so it was old even for the time you hatched to.....by the way, how old are you?
Duna: oh, i'm at least a year older then the DoD and runaways....so roughly the same age as Peril.
Starflight: *slight cring* oh....well....i hope you don't have any-*he stops feeling what he thinks is the air landing over his nose*-what?
Duna: it's called silk.
Starflight: it's...like the air is solidified...it's so strange.
Duna: huh....well, the way Red describes it it's like the light and wind come together.
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Wings of Fire: Dust and Echos
Fanfictionso yeah, this was all based off of an RP i do with a friend. I'm going to try and cleanly cut up and put it together into a story without too much time travel and timeline breaking things as well as skip over some parts for a possible side story (if...
