Snowdrop & Artemis fanfiction, will be renamed

== Welcome! ==
This fanfiction belongs to PhantomHeroJ, Sunset the Rainwing 13, Phe0nix the skwing, & Nightshade28173. Those four are the only ones who may edit this fanfiction. It's a big wip. 
Please ping me (Sunset the Rainwing 13) or any of the others if you have a, well, comment hehe 
== Prolouge ==
She was ready. She knew she was; she'd spent the last six months on her own, traveling between kingdoms and continents and honing her already razor-sharp skills. Now the time. Carefully, Snowdrop slid ten scrolls off her shelf, putting them lightly on her unused desk. Most of her furniture was unused, her worn silk hammock being the exception. She settled in, lifting the pen out of the inkwell and setting it on the parchment. Her handwriting was wobbly at first, unused since she had stopped writing letters to Dusty. The twelve-year-old dragon closed her eyes, funneling the years of pain into her words. 
Her adoptive mother Cactus, was the first thing that came to mind. Her kind eyes, lightning reflexes, the way she read to Snowdrop every night and treated her as a precious daughter. Snowdrop's life started going downhill the day Cactus was imprisoned by Queen Sandstorm for- well, for nothing at all. Snowdrop had fought to free her mother, but was too late to save Cactus after an Icewing prisoner, crazed with the heat of the Sand Kingdom, escaped and killed six of Queen Sandstorm's prisoners, including Cactus. Snowdrop had headed to the Ice Kingdom, only to be literally thrown out. Dusty had found her, half-dead, and helped her. The two became friends, and even closer than friends, until Dusty revealed he was working for Queen Sandstorm, and had actually hired the Icewing who had killed her mother. Dusty had been the first dragon Snowdrop ever killed. 
Squeezing her eyes shut, Snowdrop tried her best to block out the pain of her past. She started writing again, her handwriting steady again.
My name is Snowdrop. I am the deadliest assassin this world has seen, and don't doubt it or you'll find yourself on the wrong end of my blade. You will not share this note with anyone, because if I hear my name anywhere, I will hunt down the queen of the dragon who mentioned me and kill her. That's you, by the way. If you wish to hire my services, have a single dragon fly around your palace for seven nights in a row, then I will come. If you don't need me for a job, then you had better leave me alone, for I am an assassin, and assassins always find their targets.
Snowdrop let out a breath. She would deliver these in the morning, then wait. This was her life now. She. would never again give away her heart, not to any dragon. She had loved two dragons in her life, and they were both dead now. No dragon would ever have any control of her heart, her emotions, or her actions. ever. again.
== Chapter one ==
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Cautiously, Snowdrop stepped out of her hidden hideaway, glancing up at the sun to estimate the time. The thick rainforest canopy blocked most of the light, but enough got through to tell her she had just enough to fly out to her desert home, maybe check on the Sandwing Stronghold. In her four years as the Silent Killer, she hah taken dozens of jobs, but none yet from Queen Sandstorm. 
If I ever see that horrible dragon again, I might kill her instead of my target. She shook her head once, dispelling the thought. The Queen could live, for now, just until Snowdrop figured out how to make her suffer the most. 
The rainforest hideout was her favorite, perhaps because of her Rainwing blood. Strangely enough, despite her other half being Icewing, she hated the cold. When in the cold, her wings stiffen up and make her almost unable to fly, and Snowdrop could never get used to being powerless. She filled her lungs with warm, fragrant jungle air, then leapt into the air, her scales fading into the endless green of the rainforest. 
A gust of wind caught her as she soared upwards, and she let it take her forward. The emerald canopy shimmered in the daylight and Snowdrop saw some Rainwings resting atop their platforms. She saw off in the distance the desert, a place that held too many bitter memories, with one hated enemy. I don't worry, that's the past. and the past will soon catch up with her. Snowdrop thought as her mind drifted to and from Queen Sandstorm. 
The trees fell away, she was now soaring over a plain that was as peaceful as the sky. She was drawing closer to the scorching desert. Thank goodness, it's a cool day today. She thought as another cool breeze pushed her onward. After another hour or so, the Sandwing Stonghold loomed on the horizon. Snowdrop cast one disgusted look at it, then swooped downward towards her desert home, hidden among vast sand dunes. She'd come back out later, fly to the stronghold and see if the queen needed any help. If not, she'd fly to the Ice Palace, even though she hated it. Creeping into her little cave, Snowdrop curled up on the stone floor and waited, the sun slowly fading, casting the desert in a rosy pink glow. 
Snowdrop blinked her eyes open drowsily. The cool stone gripped onto her bones and sleep threatened to pull her back in, but she stood up with a big stretch. Unconsciousness sounded very very tempting over maybe helping Sandstorm, but Snowdrop wasn't one to pull out of a possible offer. She slinked out of the cave into the silver moonlight. The moons were slim, and the sky was darkened by clouds, but some light still touched the ground. She leapt from the sandy shifting surface and soared towards the palace, just close enough to land on a dune to look for a dragon. 
She didn't expect to see anything at first, but then- a flash of yellow, gleaming against the darkness, the distant beat of wings. Surprised and a bit wary, she lifted off the ground, trying to fade out of sight. Which is kinda hard when you have a ridge of bright white spines along you back that you can't change, but she did her best, tilting her wings to mostly hide the brilliant spikes. 
Snowdrop couldn't help but worry she would be spotted as the sound of wingbeats continued. As she flew upwards silently, watching the dragon, she noticed something weird. They turned and flew in a circle around the palace. Coincidence. Snowdrop thought but the dragon continued two more times. She was now sure the Queen wanted her, but she really didn't want to see that sand snout again. She silently hoped for that dragon just to fly down or even get struck by lightning, but after the seventh loop around Snowdrop sighed. She was going to have to confront Sandstorm. 
Flying up, Snowdrop let her scales fade back to their comfortable IceWing silver, the pale color almost glowing in the soft moonlight of two full moons. The dragon spotted her just as he swiveled around, letting out a theatrical shriek and freezing in midair, causing him to start to fall out of the sky before he frantically beat his wings, gaining his previous height. Snowdrop smirked in amusement. He doesn't even need to be hit by lightning to be hilarious. 
The SandWing slowly circled her, looking both wary and curious. 
"Um... I think Queen Sandstorm wants to see you?" His voice sounded strangely familiar, but Snowdrop brushed it off, along with the familiar look of his scales and short, rough sail. 
"She does. Bring me to her." She didn't have to say or else. Her face said it all. 
"The Queen is asleep." Okay, maybe she did need to say 'or else'. 
"But um, I can take you to the palace to wait, I guess." The SandWing quickly said. His eyes looked Snowdrop over nervously, as if he expected her to kill him any moment. Snowdrop couldn't help but smile out of amusement. 
"Alright, let's go then." Snowdrop said, her voice just beginning a hiss and the SandWing's eyes went wide. Okay, okay that's enough Snowdrop, don't give him a heart attack.
"I'm Tumble, by the way," His voice was unnecessarily cheerful as he led her through the dark night and down into the courtyard. Tumble. Why does that sound so familiar? Have I heard his name somewhere? She got lost in her thoughts for a moment, and when she finally looked up, mentally cursing herself for letting her guard down, he was gone. She sat back, not bothering to fade her scales. She could handle anything this shrimpy 'Tumble' could throw at her. But then he stepped out of the shadows and, behind him, was Queen Sandstorm.
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