Queen Sahara of the SandWings paced anxiously in her opulent palace, the scorching heat of the desert sun beating down on the golden dunes outside. As the ruler of her mighty kingdom, she had grown accustomed to the solitude and tranquility of her desert oasis. However, on this particular day, her serene existence was about to be shattered. In the midst of her thoughts, Blaze, one of her trusted servants, burst into the grand hall, his wings flared with urgency. "Your Majesty! The SandWing army has captured a royal SeaWing!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and confusion. Sahara's black eyes narrowed as she studied Blaze's nervous expression. "Who is it?" she questioned, her voice laced with curiosity and concern. Though the SandWings were fierce and proud, they seldom ventured beyond their desert borders, let alone captured dragons from other tribes. Blaze struggled to catch her breath, her scales shimmering with perspiration. Baffled, Queen Sahara contemplated Blaze's words. SeaWings, known for their mastery over the ocean depths, were not creatures to be easily captured. Yet here was a seemingly important SeaWing caught in the clutches of her warriors. She needed to see this for herself. Without wasting a moment, Blaze nodded and darted towards the massive stronghold doors. Queen Sahara followed closely behind, her heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. As they neared the stronghold, the rumbling echoes of distant voices filled the desert air. The stronghold, a formidable fortress made from hardened sandstone, loomed before them. With Blaze leading the way, Queen Sahara stepped into the dimly lit chamber, her eyes adjusting to the limited light. What she saw before her left her utterly stunned. In the center of the room, surrounded by her warriors, stood a magnificent SeaWing, his scales shimmering with iridescent blues and greens. Despite the evident signs of struggle, he appeared poised and noble, a true king.
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?
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