It has been nearly six years since Prince Arctic was stolen from the Ice Kingdom, and his son, Darkstalker, is still at large. After Darkstalker sends his infamous dagger to go and kill one IceWing every month, the IceWings begin living in fear and awaiting every full moon with terror, knowing that at the end of the night one of their own will be killed. As the tribe learns to cope with Darkstalker and his dagger's monthly killings, an IceWing noble gives us an insight on what actually happened when Darkstalker first enchanted the dagger - and if it really ever stopped at all. This is less of a fanfiction with a linear plot and more like a short insight into how the IceWings reacted when Darkstalker started killing them off. This is only six pages long and very short, but it would be great to get some support as I am trying to write a longer, more exciting fanfic as well.