Tʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ɪꜱ ʙʟᴀᴢɪɴɢ ɪᴛꜱ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ Pʏʀʀʜɪᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʟᴏꜱᴇʀꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ɪᴛ. "Prion, IceWing of the Seventh Circle. Step forward." The named dragon straightened as if to look more presentable, but all that did was emphasize his inferiority. His copy of the general's pose at attention was laughable, and Prion felt as if the crowd was enjoying the entertainment. He felt his family's eyes on him and shrank internally at the humiliation he was bringing them. But as the general continued, Prion's posture deflated. Every word punctuated his growing horror: "Your failure to act has resulted in the destruction of the palace and the deaths of many nobles. You have been charged with treason and are exiled accordingly by Her Majesty, Queen Chalcedony. If you wish to return to your place in the Kingdom, Her Majesty will grant you pardon... only if you return with the heart of The Blue Comet in your talons." . . . Artwork created and owned by ThunderclanWarrior12, WITH THE EXCEPTION of the edited Legends Map of Pyrrhia, originally drawn by Mike Schley Wings of Fire © Tui. T. Sutherland

What if there was a Nightwing Firescale? Smoke is a freak. That's what everyone tells her. She killed her twin sister in the egg and now is some sort of monster, one that can't touch anyone without it eventually going up in flames. That's her, too weak to be used as a weapon, too dangerous to be treated normally. So when her tribe finally has the chance to send her off to some faraway academy, it makes sense that they do it without hesitation. It isn't like they ever cared about her in the first place; she spent her entire dragonethood in solitude. Now, Smoke has to survive school and the terrifying prospect of interacting with other dragons, which might be turning more dangerous than she originally thought...