They waste away, living their lives in servitude of petty summoners who couldn't give a second thought about the living souls of what could become the ticket to victory. Sure they'll respawn in time for the next wave, but what becomes of the rift when one battered minion steps up and becomes Out of the Ordinary? A tribute to minion, the true champion sacrificed in the name of fun

Quickclaws glided to a weak landing, his sore body crashing into the stone. A dark-scaled dragon landed next to him and after Quickclaws wiped the blood out of his eyes he looked up to see Speedscar. His mentor helped him up, Quickclaws making an effort to stand. Speedscar checked him for any major injuries and seemed relieved that he was okay. The dark-scaled dragon lifted his snout to look around the bay. The ice sheet that had been freezing the estuary was broken in places where bodies had fallen through. The ice was stained with spatters of blood. A few bodies littered the cliffs, red and gray alike. Quickclaws' heart skipped a beat when he noticed Lightningtail flying towards him over the battlefield. "We won't survive another attack," Speedscar murmured. Quickclaws looked up in surprise to meet his mentor's worried gaze but Speedscar watched the departing SkyWings with a frown. . . . SwiftScales created and owned by OhDearCharlie and ThunderclanWarrior12. Artwork created and owned by ThunderclanWarrior12. Wings of Fire © Tui. T. Sutherland Guardians of Ga'Hoole © Katheryn Lasky Term 'thunder of dragons' introduced by Hello Future Me (YouTube).

The war has ended, but a young IceWing named Storm has never felt more troubled. When a simple mission to the desert turns into an attack, Storm finds herself stuck with a group of dragons she had once called enemies. However, they soon find out that the Nightwings were not the only group that had been using the war to hide their schemes. Old magic is resurfacing in Pyrrhia once again and those ambitious enough to search for it will do whatever it takes to find it. Can Storm and her friends save Pyrrhia while also coming to terms with the devastation that the war has caused them?

Brisktail spun around. His eyes scanned the leafless bushes behind him and he lifted his snout to scent the air. Dragonscent, he thought, catching the smell as the wind blew it to him. Even his keen eyes couldn't pick up the creature until it moved. A dragon emerged from the bushes. It was white with brown markings crisscrossing its scales. A row of long pearly quills ran from its head to its tail, and the dragon ducked its head so as to not catch its pronged horns on the bramble thorns. What's more, was that it barely stood a head taller than a scavenger. "H-hello," Brisktail murmured to the stranger. . . . SwiftScales created and owned by OhDearCharlie and ThunderclanWarrior12. Artwork created and owned by ThunderclanWarrior12. Wings of Fire © Tui. T. Sutherland Guardians of Ga'Hoole © Katheryn Lasky Term 'thunder of dragons' introduced by Hello Future Me (YouTube).