The war affected everyone in its own way. Families were constantly living in fear, soldiers had to face the reality that they might not live to see the next day. But that all changed when the dragonets brought the Sandwing heirs together, and Thorn was crowned Queen. From this they created an Academy, for dragons of all tribes to come together. Artemis is one of these dragons. As her parent's compassion for each other and their family deteriorates, the two Nightwings decide they've had enough of them and enroll Artemis and her eldest sister into Jade Mountain. Of the three newly added Winglets, she's enrolled in Opal, and is relieved to know she isn't the only peculiar one in it. But before they know it, Artemis and her friends are faced with a prophecy, and a dark secret. New continents, new tribes, new enemies. They face the biggest threat to Pyhrria since the end of the war. Gold, silver, sun and moon, the scales have tipped. This is the story of Artemis. (Please keep in mind that this story was written right after Moon Rising, before any of the other books of Tui's second series. Excuse any inaccuracy. Consider this an AU)

This is what we know: Sabledusk is dead. Heronpaw did it. Larkpaw and Grousepaw saw it happen. This is what we don't know: Why? [WARNING FOR GRAPHIC AND MATURE THEMES]

Darkstalker's face flashed through her mind: the face of a dragon she had yet to meet, but whose face came with a torrent of visions--joy and love and pain and horror, so mixed-up she couldn't untangle it, couldn't even breathe when she thought about it. -Legends: Darkstalker What would the world have been like if Darkstalker hadn't gotten started down his path of darkness? If he hadn't started doing secret spells? Or if Clearsight had just noticed a little faster than she did? Or if the future had just been a little easier to reach? This is the story of two dragons whose futures are entangled far too closely. This is the story of hope and hopelessness, and of how the future is something you can lose. This is a story of how happy endings can fall apart, and how life is never neat. Or easy. This is a story of how happy endings can fall apart, and how to put them back together again. All characters, except my OCs, and the world of Pyrhhia, belong to Tui T. Sutherland. ***USUALLY UPDATES EVERY FRIDAY***

BOOK TWO IN THE TIMELINE SERIES Why do I know that IceWing blood is blue? Because I've seen it, way too much of it, down hundreds of paths. "I can't tell you," she said. "I'm sorry, Father." -Legends: Darkstalker, pg.42 Phyrrhia is falling apart. Honestly? Darkstalker and Clearsight are too. War is looming on the horizon-if they can't find a way to stop it, and fast. With their queen taken prisoner, their relationship on the rocks, neither of them really know what to do. Waves of Ice is a story of tragedy. It's a story of a bunch of people with broken lives, just doing their best. It's a story of how quickly happily ever after can fall apart-and how to put it back together again. All characters, except my OCs, and the world of Pyrhhia, belong to Tui T. Sutherland. ***USUALLY UPDATES EVERY MONDAY***

BOOK THREE IN THE TIMELINE SERIES "Anything about the future can be changed," he said. "Even that. I could enchant the mountain to stay up if I wanted to. We can make the future turn out however we like." -Legends: Darkstalker, pg. 353 Darkstalker and Clearsight just wanted a chance at starting over. But they didn't realize how hard it was, to hold a dying kingdom together by a thread. And with the army scattered across the continent, the treasury empty, the palace burnt, and half their citizens dead, things are starting to feel impossible. Shadowhunter just wanted to be in control. To drown out her problems in a rush of adrenaline, and the spark of red-hot magic on her claws. But she's got nothing left to burn anymore, and a whole wide-open sky of possibilities. Eclipse doesn't know what comes next. She's spent her whole life letting other dragons decide how she feels, what she thinks, making her every decision for her. But she's starting to think that maybe there's more to life than constant submission. Way isn't sure who he is. A cool, coldhearted aristocrat? A starry-eyed theatre nerd? Or just a really sad, scared dragonet? He looks out over the damage he's caused, the bridges burned and trust betrayed, and struggles to change his ways. Can these dragons heal the wounds of the past--or do some things never change? UPDATES WEEKLY (usually Saturday-Monday)