Trouble in Fawnstep (Continued by me!)

Hi! This was originally @AridtheSandwing3's fanfic, but she didn't have time to write it. She has given me permission to continue it.Sparrow belongs to KopiGamer123, Gyrfalcon belongs to FrostScalesAnimus, Blizzard belongs to me, Foresight belongs to @W!ngs of Art, and Skylight belongs to Sunrise the Night and Sky wing hybird, and Bayou and Fawn are @AridtheSandwing3. These OCs are used with their permission! Chapter one was written by Arid.
== Chapter One-A Lovely Day ==
Bayou opened his wings and drifted downwards, laughing.
"Ahh, that was epic!" he said, looking back at his soaking wet sib.
"Ugh, no it's not." Fawn said, shaking out faer wings. "Remind me to NEVER DO THAT AGAIN."
"Stop being a downer!" Bayou said, pushing faer playfully.
"Shut up." fae mumbled. Bayou pulled off his bright red bandana and squeezed out the water, watching it splash into the river. He looked back up at the waterfall, then at the tiny wooden raft they had fallen down on. White river rafting was one of his favorite activities, and it was even better with a 50 foot waterfall somewhere in the mix!
"Let's head back, I'm cold." Bayou said, folding and putting back on his bandana.
"Good idea, little brother." Fawn sighed, resting a wing on his shoulder.
They walked along the path through the yellow prairie grass, both of their wings stretched wide to dry. Bayou stripped the little seeds of one of the grasses off as he passed, wanting Fawn to talk so it didn't seem so awkward. As they approached Fawnstep, the little town for which Fawn was named, a small blue and gold dragon came into view.
"Oh shoot." Bayou muttered. "It's Ms. I'm-Way-Better-Than-You-And-You-Suck." The Ice/Sky hybrid looked up from her scroll.
:"Done falling off cliffs yet?" She asked in her regular monotone voice.
"Yes." Fawn hissed, brushing past her. "Come on Bayou, stop embarrassing me in front of her!" fae muttered, her cheeks showing a bit of red.
Oooh, Bayou thought. Fae like her. "Welp, I'm exhausted." he said. "Imma get some sleep." He walked into his room, and collapsed on his moose-skin and goose down bed, falling asleep in a moment.
== Chapter Two-Wonder Child ==
Blizzard sighed and turned back to her scroll, but she couldn't stop thinking about what Bayou had said. Ugh. Stupid older dragons. She'd sooner land on the moon than Bayou accomplish anything more than what she was working on. Blizzard jotted down a note in the corner of the page. And what about Fawn? What was fae playing at? That blush... fae was probably just embarassed about being in a family with a little boy who fancies himself a daredevil. If Blizzard felt like it, she would gladly jump off a mountain, wings bound. If Bayou knew some of the things she'd done in her short two years, he would never be satisfied just falling off waterfalls again.
"I know, right?" Petal sighed. Blizzard smiled. Her pet scavenger always knew just what she was thinking, even if she wasn't a dragon.
"Why do we even bother?" Blizzard yawned. "If he knew some of the thing we've done together, he would try to one up them and get himself hurt," 
"Since when do you care?" Petal said. Blizzard paused. Why did she care? Was it because she liked him? She searched her body. Nope. Not an ounce of interest anywhere. In fact, the Bayou section of her brain was made up mostly of indifference and irritation. Was it because he reminded her of herself? Blizzard tried to picture herself rafting down waterfalls for fun. Never gonna happen. His sister... never mind.
"No idea," Blizzard said.
"Whatever," Petal sighed. "Wanna go get something to eat?"
"Sure,"Blizzard began to trot off, and Petal nestled herself in Blizzard's spikes. Blizzard's thought's drifted to Fawn. If only just for a moment, they could take a chance and see, and forget for just a breath that they could never be.
== Chapter Three-The Picture ==
Fawn flopped down on faer bed. Why couldn’t Bayou act normal for once? And whey was he always the worst in front of her? 
“FAWN!” A voice from the other room yelled. Sparrow dashed into the room, dragging her friend Gyrfalcon behind her. “Guess what Gyrfalcon found! Show fae show fae show fae!” 
“I’m really not in the mood-” Fawn stopped abruptly as Gyrfalcon held up a photo. In it was Blizzard holding up a scimitar against an Icewing guard in royal armor. Her mouth was open, yelling something, and a scavenger face was poking into the frame as if she’s taken the picture. “Wha- where-”
Bayou charged in. “Guess your girlfriend’s not so boring after all,” he said, gaping.
“Where did you find this?” Fawn asked accusingly.
“It was on the ground,” Sparrow looked taken aback, “I thought you would like it,”
“We tried to get into her house, but it was full of booby traps,” Gyrfalcon hissed, “How did a two year old rig that up?”
“YOU DID WHAT?” Fawn screeched.
“I should go,” Gyrfalcon slipped away before Fawn could murder her.
“I WANT ONE THING TO MYSELF AND YOU HAVE TO GO AND MESS WITH IT! WHAT IF SHE FINDS OUT?” Fawn yelled.
Sparrow seemed to shrink, but Bayou just got angry. “He was trying to help!”
“BY BREAKING INTO HER HOUSE? YEAH, REAL HELPFUL,” Fawn shouted.
Bayou opened his mouth to argue, but paused. “What was that?” he whispered
“What,” Fawn turned around, but all she saw was a flash of silver scales.
== Chapter Four- A New Love ==
Gyrfalcon hurried away from the house, Fawn’s screeches echoing behind her. Sparrow had been so excited when Gyrfalcon had found that picture. Fawn was probably overreacting. 
“Hey Gyr,” Foresight whispered, appearing next to her.
“Gaaah!” Gyrfalcon jumped. “You’re so creepy,”
“Sorry,” Foresight said, but her eyes shone like she had discovered a library with every scroll ever written.
“What did you find this time?” Gyrfalcon sighed. Foresight always had one new ‘discovery’ or the other. Usually it was just stupid stuff, like mud she thought was a fossil or a hybrid she thought was a whole new tribe, but every once in a while she found something cool.
“Not what. Who,” Foresight said, “An Icewing, on the edges of town. He...I think that… he flirted with me,”
“Awww, Foresight, that’s…” Gyrfalcon thought about it. Her first instinct was to snap that it was weird -it was!- But Foresight would never do that to her. “Great!” She said through a pained smile and a maybe over the top thumbs up. “You should invite him over!”
“What? No,” Foresight wrung her talons, “I mean, yes, but what if he turns me down?” She grasped Gyrfalcon’s talons, “I don’t see any futures with him in it, but how is that possible? I just met him!” 
Gyrfalcon frowned. Now that was weird. Foresight was a powerful seer, maybe even more powerful than Clearsight. If a dragon could elude her powers… something was really weird. She had a feeling that cheerful, peaceful Fawnstep was about to not be so peaceful anymore.
== Chapter Five-The Investigators ==
Bayou stormed out of the hut. Fine. Fawn could ignore that picture, but Bayou was going to confront Blizzard about it. A scimitar? Against a royal guard? Shady was an understatement. He wandered the streets for a bit, then paused. He didn’t know where her house was. He smacked his forehead. Idiot. After checking all the address books, he decided he would need help. Sparrow was grounded, so he had to find Gyrfalcon. She was either at her house or her friend’s...Sorebright? No, Foresight. Sure enough, they were sitting on a rock pile in front of Foresight’s small mansion. Her father had founded the town, so they had the most money and the best developed house in town.
“Yo, Gyrfalcon,” Bayou called. She gestured to Foresight to wait one moment, then flew down to Bayou.
“What do you want?” Gyrfalcon snapped
“You know that picture you found? The one of Blizzard?” Bayou asked.
“The one your sister was being a total jerk about?” Gyrfalcon yawned, stretching.
“She was just defending herself! She was panicking and-” Bayou took a deep breath. Why was he defending her? Because she’s your sister and you can’t help but love her, no matter how annoying she is. “Anyway, I figured we should find out what was happening there, but I can’t find her house,”
“Oh, so you want my help,” Gyrfalcon said, as if that was a forgien concept to her. “I… guess. But only if Foresight can come. She’s smart, and it’s impossible to dislike her. She’s just so… lovable,”
“HEY! I HEARD THAT,” Foresight called.
“She can be a… liaison,” Gyrfalcon decided.
“Sure, why not,” Bayou shrugged. As they headed off, he realized he should be super excited about this. It was an adventure! But instead, he had a sinking feeling that he didn’t want to know what history lay behind that picture.
== Chapter Six- A Pleasant meeting ==
“Where is it?” Blizzard hissed, frantically digging through her things, “I always keep it in my pack!”
“Jeez, I had no idea you were so attached to that picture,” Petal sighed from the tiny bed she had built for herself, “It wasn’t even that good,”
Blizzard paused for a moment to glare at Petal. “I’m not attached to the picture, I’m attached to the fact no one knows about it.” She turned back to her heaps on the desk. She was sure she had brought it into town today. Where could it have gone? Someone rapped on the door. Blizzard froze. In the three months she had been in fawnstep, no one had come to visit her. She wanted to ignore them, but she had to know who it was. She nodded at Petal, and Petal scurried up her leg and hid under Blizzard’s wing. 
“Come in,” There were sounds of surprise from outside.
“I didn’t expect it to be this easy,” Said a voice she didn’t know. It had an Icewing accent, but she didn’t recognize it beyond that. The doorknob opened and three dragons walked onto the net. There were squeals and hisses as it seized them up and left them hanging on the ceiling. In it was an Icewing, Bayou,and the daughter of the town’s founder. Blizzard couldn’t remember her name.
“Hey!” Bayou shouted flopping around so he was facing Blizzard. “Let us down from here!”
Blizzard barely smothered a smirk. “No, I’d prefer not to,”
“Please?” Said the Nightwing, struggling with the ropes.
“Tell me what you’re doing here first,” Blizzard demanded, “Based upon the dagger the Icewing is hiding, you aren’t here for a cup of tea,” The other dragonets looked at the Icewing, surprised.
“Gyr?” The Nightwing asked, “Why did you bring a dagger?”
“You weren’t here before,” Gyr hissed, letting the dagger clatter to the floor, “There were bear traps and tripwires everywhere. This dragonet is dangerous, and I was just getting ready to defend us,”
“That’s… sweet, Gyr, but not why we’re here,” Bayou said,”We found this on the ground-”
“I did,” Gyr hissed.
“And were wondering about it,” Bayou ignored Gyr and held out the picture Blizzard had been looking for. She forced her face into a relieved smile.
“There it is,” She sighed, “That’s a picture of a skit me and my friends did,”
“Mhm,” Gyr looked skeptical, “What about the scavenger?”
Blizzard tucked her wing tighter around Petal. “It’s a prop that got in the shot,”
“But-” The door swung open before Bayou could finish. A handsome Icewing strode in. 
“Hello,” He said. Blizzard’s chest filled with horror. They’d come for her.
== Chapter Seven-The New Guy ==
“Hello,” said a voice from the door. Foresight craned her neck to see who it was, then squeaked and buried herself back down in the net. 
“It’s the Icewing I told you about!” She whispered to Gyrfalcon, “The one who flirted with me, Polar,” Gyr nodded, then peeked over Bayou to get a good look at him.
“Jeez,it’s like they’re having a staring contest,” Gyr hissed. Foresight looked back at Blizzard and saw that was true. Blizzard was hiding it well, but Foresight was good enough at reading dragon’s faces that she could tell that Blizzard was horrified. However, Foresight was no mind reader, so she did the next best thing.She latched onto Blizzard’s future. As usual, she only got fleeting, confusing glimpses of blood, darkness, and screaming. Iron bars and a scimitar glinting in the moonlight flashed before her eyes. She withdrew, but as usual, she didn’t share. Someone’s future was theirs,and she had to respect that.
“You know,” Polar began, “It’s not very polite to store guests in nets,” He sliced the net open with a small pocket knife, and Foresight fell to the ground. She only got to be relieved for a moment though, because a second later Bayou’s crushing weight fell on top of her.
“Sorry,” He grunted, rolling off her and getting to his feet. “Hey, who are you?” He asked Polar.
“Oh, silly me,” Polar chuckled, “Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Polar. I’m new in town.”
“I’m Bayou,” Bayou said, holding out his talon, “Pleasure to meet you,”
“You as well,” Polar said, taking his talon and shaking, “And book girl! We meet again! Who’s your friend?” Foresight opened her mouth to answer, but Gyrfalcon interrupted.
“I can introduce myself, thank you very much,” She snapped, “I’m Gyrfalcon.”
“And it’s good to see you again,” Foresight blurted out. She spoke! That was a win.
“You too,” Polar grinned, “And who’s that?” He asked, flicking his tail toward Blizzard, “She’s been awfully quiet,” 
“I’m Blizzard,” She hissed, “Now get out of my house,” They all hurried out. No one wants to get on her bad side. Or, rather, her worse side.” 
“Hey, Foresight,” Polar slowed down to walk beside her, “Why don’t you bring your friends to my house tonight. A get to know me and I get to know you party,” Foresight practically glowed.
“Sure,” She said with a nervous smile, “See you then,” She took flight, Grinning ear to ear. Things were looking up in Fawnstep.
== Chapter Eight- The Party ==
Fawn landed in front of her house. Fae had gone on a quick fly to clear faer head. When fae walked in fae heard Sparrow reading his scroll aloud to his doll. Fawn was hit with a pang of guilt. Sparrow had been trying to make faer happy. He was still so young. Fae was about to go in and talk to him when a Nightwing poked her head in the doorway.
“Hi,” Fawn said, “Foresight, right?” The Nightwing nodded.
“There’s a new dragon in town, and he’s throwing a party. He asked for Bayou’s sibs to come, too. That’s you, right?”
“Yep, that’s us.” Fawn replied. Maybe fae should unground Sparrow. “We’ll be there,”
“Great! See you then,” Foresight withdrew and flew off. Fawn walked into Sparrow’s room.
“Hey,” Fae said, sitting on his bed, “I’m sorry for yelling at you. You were only trying to help.”
“It’s okay,” Sparrow snuggled closer to Fawn, and Fawn stroked his spines. “But enough of that, I heard something about a party!”
A few hours later, they were flying toward the new guy’s house. Fawn checked the address again. “I think this is it,” Fae said. They walked in. Foresight and Gyrfalcon were already there, and so was Bayou. They were laughing at something an Icewing at the head of the table said. He turned to look at Fawn and Sparrow.
“Hi there!” He greeted them, grinning, “You must be Fawn and Sparrow. I’m Polar.”
“Hi!” Sparrow bounded to the table and took a seat. His eyes locked on a huge cake in the center of the table.”When are we eating that?” He swooned jokingly.
The Icewing chuckled. “When Blizzard gets here,”
Fawn froze halfway to the table. “Blizzard is coming?!” Fae gasped.
“Of course,” Polar grinned, “The world’s youngest genius,”
As if on cue, the door slammed open, revealing Blizzard. “You flatter me,” She said flatly.
“Welcome!” Polar spread his arms as if he was opening the gates to a palace. “I’m so glad you came!”
“Against my better judgement,” Blizzard snapped.
“CAKE TIME!” Sparrow bellowed.
“Yes,” Polar chuckled. “Cake time,” He cut the cake and served them each a piece. “Oof, I need to use the mens room. Don’t wait for me.” He pranced away, and they all dug in. Blizzard was the last to slowly, gingerly, lift the fork to her mouth. She chewed and swallowed, and her eyes widened.
“DON’T EAT IT!” She bellowed, shattering her plate. But it was too late. They stared down at their empty plates. Fawn opened faer mouth to apologize, but everything seemed a bit fuzzy. Fae collapsed, unable to move. Fae watched as the same happened to everyone else, but the darkness was closing in, and it wasn’t long before everything went black.
== Chapter Nine- The Dark ==
Blizzard hated the dark.
So imagine her panic when she woke up and it was completely black. There was a cloth sack over her head, and her wings were secured to her back. Her wrists were also bound behind her back. She kicked, in hopes of hitting a guard of some sort, and was pleased when she made contact with a satisfying ‘oof’
“Hey, watch it!” Said Bayou’s voice, “It’s a small place!”
“You’re one to talk,” called Gyrfalcon, “You’ve been hitting me with your tail the whole time!”
“Whatever,” Bayou yelled back,
“Wait, where are we?” Blizzard said after a huge bump.
“We think a cart of some sort,” Gyr said, “Or maybe a box,” There was a clatter of spikes as she resettled herself. “The others are next door. If we yell they can hear us. Although I wouldn’t recommend it.”
“Why not?” Blizzard asked, “It’s not like he'll just kill us. He’s had too many opportunities. If he wanted us dead, we’d be dead,”
“Well, no they can’t kill us,” Bayou admitted, “but we think there are holes in the side of the box. We don’t know what they prod us with, but it hurts, bad.” He paused, “Wait, how do you know it’s a he?”
“Well, I guess you’ll find out one way or another,” Blizzard said doubtfully. She’d be going down the rabbit hole if she revealed this. “I knew Polar. He was training as a bounty hunter. When he showed up, I knew they’d found me. Spiking the cake was unexpected though. I thought he would try to get me alone, but apparently you’re on the agenda too,”
“Hold up,” Bayou said incredulously, “Why are you wanted?”
“None of your business,” Blizzard snapped. She’d already risked too much by telling them that.
“And WHY didn’t you TELL US?!”Gyrfalcon whisper-shouted.
“Like I said, I’m the wanted one. I didn’t think anyone could care about you,” Blizzard snapped back. However, the conversation was interrupted when the cart came to a halt. ”Shhh,” Blizzard hissed.
“Traitor #1… Friends… Trial…” A muffled voice drifted in. There was a thud, and light poured in through her sack. Someone lifted her up then dropped her on the ground. There was the sound of ripping fabric and an ominous clanking noise. Finally, someone sliced through the rope around her wrists. Big mistake. She ripped the sack off her head, and slashed the snout of the guardian frond of her. She inhaled to let loose a spray of frostbreath, but at least twenty guards piled onto her.
“She’s even feistier than they say,” One chuckled, “Club her.” There was a searing pain in the back of her skull, and for the second time in four hours, the world went dark.
== Chapter Ten- Captives ==
Gyrfalcon was yanked out of the box last. The cloth sack was ripped off her head and replaced by an iron collar. Her wrists were unbound, but her wings remained firmly clamped to her back. She tried to lunge at her guard and fight, but they quickly shackled her wrists too. Helpless, she took in her surroundings. Blizzard was laying crumpled on the ground, and they were still unloading Fawn, Sparrow and Foresight. She looked around and realized where they were. Home. The Ice kingdom. Blizzard and Gyr were fine, but the others were already shivering. The guards rolled their eyes and slid the diplomacy bracelets up their arms. Gyr’s guard gave a tug on the chain and they were led into the palace.
“Gyr,” Foresight sidled up to her. As she got closer, Gyrfalcon could see her face was streaked with tears. “I heard what Blizzard said about Polar. Do you think it’s true?” Gyr nodded, and Foresight let out a sob. 
“Quiet!” Snapped Foresight’s guard, pulling Foresight away from Gyr. Foresight cast a heartbroken look at Gyrfalcon, then ducked her head and fell silent. Eventually they came to a crossroads. Blizzard’s limp body was dragged one way, and they were pulled the other. Fawn let out a cry and tried to fight faer guard, but the closest fae had ever come to fighting was a playful shove, so fae eventually fell in line. They came to a heavy iron door. 
“In,” Bayou’s guard grunted. They obediently filed in, and the door slammed shut. Gyr listened to their footsteps recede, then threw herself against the door.
“STUPID WALRUS-FACED UNDIGNIFIED DISGRACES TO SOCIETY!” She yelled angrily, pounding the cold iron. Bayou ran over and pulled her away from the door, although he couldn’t stop her from yelling curses at the long-gone guards.
“Gyr, listen,” Foresight said, grabbing her, “Yes, they’re awful. And yes, we need to escape. But we can’t do that by screaming and tiring ourselves out,”
Gyr paused. “Fine. You’re right. But how do we get out of here. During our field trips to the palace, there was an emphasis placed on the fact that no one has ever escaped the dungeons,”
Sparrow nodded thoughtfully. “Didn’t the guards say something about a trial?”
“Probably for Blizzard,” Bayou responded, “She said that she had a price on her head,”
Fawn whirled around. “She does?” Gyr nodded. “Oh god,” Fawn said, falling back,”Why is the whole world falling apart? Polar is evil, Blizzard is dangerous-What’s next, am I queen?” Gyrfalcon had a brief memory of silver, blood, and screaming, but then it was gone.
“Important part is that Blizzard is having a trial, and it seems like we're invited,” Bayou interjected.
“So we escape the-” Gyr tackled Foresight, wrapping her talons around her snout. Footsteps stomped down the hall. Gyr jumped off, once she was sure Foresight had heard them, then faced the door.
“C’mon,’ She hissed, “We’ve got a trial to crash.”
== Chapter Eleven-The Trial ==
Turns out, while they might have been invited to the trial, they were far from guests of honor. Foresight and her friends were sitting in a mud pit when the trial began. Foresight didn’t know if they did this regularly, or if they had just seen this mud pit and thought ‘huh, what a great place to put a few innocent dragonets that got roped into a big Icewing scandal.’ Foresight’s irritation was cut short when Blizzard walked in. Foresight sometimes forgot how young Blizzard was. Now, surrounded by guards, she looked younger than ever. Despite this, Blizzard held her head high, not an ounce of fear in her eyes. Foresight was hit with a huge vision, one so large she nearly collapsed under the weight of it. Blizzard, in the very near future, holding her head just as high as a cloaked figure swung an axe toward her neck.Another image built up in the back of her brain, but it slipped out of her grasp when a young Icewing, maybe five or six years old, walked up to the podium.
“All rise for Queen Frigid of the Icewings!” He called. A huge, elegant dragoness stepped up to the podium.
“As you were,” She said with a voice as smooth as warm honey. “We are gathered here today to witness the trial of one Blizzard of the Icewings and the Skywings. She has been accused of treason, theft, and murder. The official Icewing  historian has documented this dragon’s life of crime, and wishes to share it. Elsa of the Icewings, step forward.” An elderly Icewing with bluish scales slithered up to the witness podium.
“Blizzard was born to Flurry of the Icewings and Hawk of the Skywings. At a young age, she showed signs of extraordinary intelligence. She was taken into the palace, and was placed in charge of espionage and war strategy. At one point, while looking at the sand-night rebellion, she disappeared, leaving several dead guards in her wake. Along with her, most espionage equipment, a scavenger, and most notably, an enchanted scimitar vanished,” Elsa read. Foresight was hit with another vision. She watched a shadowy dragon whip through a battlefield, slicing through dragons at random.”She showed up only twenty-four hours later, assisting the Sandwings and Nightwing in overthrowing the tribe hierarchy, destroying the sense of Icewing superiority,” Elsa’s voice was a cold monotone. A tall Nightwing smiling down at Blizzard. “She then went back to the Sky Kingdom, where she served as treasurer, until she stole a crystal that stored enormous amounts ” Gyrfalcon grinning as she handed Blizzard a huge red crystal. “She then called upon her now trademark vanishing, until she was found yesterday and brought here,” Elsa finally finished, and the visions subsided, “Any questions?” 
“What happened to Blizzard’s mother?” Gyrfalcon called. She tried to sound bored, but Foresight could tell that, for whatever reason, this meant more to her than she let on.
“I don’t see how that is related,” Elsa sniffed, “But she spent the rest of her days searching for her first husband, Walrus,” Gyrfalcon stiffened, but fell silent.
“Do you deny this?” Frigid asked Blizzard stiffly.
“None of it, except I didn’t destroy Icewing superiority,” Blizzard replied casually, “You can’t demolish something that didn’t exist in the first place,” The room went into an uproar. Guards restrained Icewings who tried to charge at Blizzard.
“ENOUGH!” Boomed Frigid, “Blizzard shall be executed in front of the palace in one week, when all the moons are dark, to represent the darkness of her soul. Let it be known that we did not execute one of our own,” She leaned down toward Blizzard, “We executed a monster,”
== Chapter Twelve-Loving a Savage ==
“What the heck, Gyr,?!” Bayou yelled. “You had EVERY CHANCE to beat up that guard, but instead, I was left getting DESTROYED in a 6 v. 1 battle!” Fawn flinched. Bayou may not be handling it well,but he was right. He and Gyr were the only ones who had any idea how to fight, and Gyr had hung Bayou out to dry. For the first time, Gyr didn’t respond. She just stared. Footsteps thumped outside. The lock clattered, and Blizzard was shoved in, hissing.
“Say your goodbyes,” The guard smirked before shutting the door.
“Ugh,” Blizzard spat a clot of blood to the floor, “Gyr, come on. I couldn’t break the lock alone, but maybe more is better,” Gyr obediently filed forward, and they began to blow lines of frostbreath across the door.
“Of course.Very compliant when it comes to Blizzard,” Bayou grumbled. Fawn was just astounded that Blizzard was acting so… calm. They were in prison, and they had just witnessed an narration of her crimes, and she had been sentenced to death, and she wasn’t giving a word of explanation? She didn’t have time to ask before the lock broke and they crept out into the hallway.
“Blizzard-” Fawn began.
“Not now,” Blizzard hissed, “Yes, we need to talk, but not now. We’re in the middle of breaking out from the highest security prison from here to the Sky Kingdom. So shut up,” Fawn fell silent. Blizzard was right. Now was not the time. From there it was pretty much smooth sailing. They hid when they saw a guard,and moved quickly and quietly when the coast was clear. Finally they broke into the courtyard.
“We did it!” Foresight cried.
“Woo-hoo!” Bayou yelled. They slowly began to celebrate-until they heard wingbeats. An entire regiment of Icewing soldiers was coming-with Frigid herself in the lead.
“Fly!” Blizzard yelled, and everyone obliged-except Blizzard herself.
“C’mon, Blizzard, we need to go!,” Fawn yelled.
“If I go, they’ll chase and capture us!” Blizzard bellowed back, “It’s me they’re after, not you!”
“I can’t leave you, Blizzard!” Fawn felt tears stream down her cheeks. “They’ll kill you!”
“I don’t care,” Blizzard pulled Fawn into a kiss, and for a moment Fawn could almost forget that the love of her life was about to die, and they were being chased by Icewing guards, and nothing would ever be okay again- But then Blizzard pulled away. “GO!” She screamed, and this time Fawn obliged. Fae watched from afar as Blizzard grabbed a sword from a guard and decapitated him with it, kicked another in the face with a sickening crack, froze a dozen with frostbreath- Fawn turned away. Fae knew how this was going to end, and fae didn’t need nightmares for the rest of faer life as well. Fae flew away from the nightmares, the horror, the hatred- and the dragon who fae loved, and may never see again.
== Chapter Thirteen-Fugitives ==
Bayou was feeling pretty good. They had escaped the Icewing prison, found out the truth about Blizzard, and picked up some friends along the way. It was like a more violent My Little Pony. Fawn flew up next to him. He expected to see a grin, and a giggle, and a play-by-play of their awesome escape. Instead there was a mixture of shock and despair. Foresight, ever the good talker, was the first to act.
“Fawn, are you alright?” Foresight said gently. Fawn didn’t respond. Foresight looked around, then frowned, “Where’s Blizzard?” Fawn swallowed, tears dripping down faer cheeks.
“Not coming,” Fawn said, faer voice hoarse, “When the guards came she… stayed behind. To hold them off,” She hesitated, like she wanted to say something else, but didn’t continue. There was silence.
“I… think she may not be dead yet,” Gyr said. All heads swiveled toward her. It was the first time she had spoken since the trial, “If it’s an option, Frigid will execute her publicly. Have an example made out of her. It wouldn’t do much good to have her killed in the courtyard, where only guards could witness it,”
“Uh, guys?” Sparrow interrupted. “There’s a storm coming, and we’re tired, and we need to talk,” Bayou nodded and they landed. Thoughts swirled through his head. Should I rescue Blizzard-Yes she rescued us-She just needed Gyr to help-She could have flown away from the courtyard but she saved us instead- It’s a suicide mission-what’s up with Gyr-And Fawn-And Foresight- Me and Sparrow are the only normal ones- 
“We need a plan,” His train of thought was interrupted by Gyr, “We can’t just swoop in and save her. We should gather reinforcements,” She turned to Foresight. “Don’t nightwings hate Icewings?”
Foresight nodded, “Especially since the merged tribe. Icewing established tribe rankings, and nightwings were at the very bottom. A followup war’s been brewing for years,” Her eyes widened, “Wait! Remember the trial?”
“How could I forget?” Bayou muttered, “I still can’t the sand out from between my claws.”
“Not the point,”Foresight dismissed, “Elsa said that Blizzard was ‘instrumental in overthrowing the tribe hierarchy’! What if the Nightwings and Sandwings remember?”
Jubilance sparked in Gyr’s eyes, “Guess we’re paying a visit to the nightwing village,"
== Chapter Fourteen-The Hoarder ==
Foresight wove through the throngs of nightwings and rainwings in the tunnel. She looked back to make sure Bayou and Sparrow were still following her. She had hoped she would never have to come back to the village. She had too much history here. And yet here she was, heading to the very place she dreaded most. They had agreed that they couldn't just waltz upto the queen and ask for assistance. They needed to sway her first. So when Foresight had told them about Obsidian, they had jumped on the oppurtunity. Obsidian was a guy who used to know her father. He collected animus touched objects,most notably, the obsidian mirror. This could be key to spying on the Icewings, Queen Sunchaser, and confirm Blizzard was alive. Obsidian did lend out the mirror from time to time, but for a price.
“Foresight?” Bayou called, “As much as I adore wandering through crowds of unfamiliar dragons, can we hurry up?” Sparrow was practically glued to his tail, clearly pretty afraid. Foresight couldn’t blame him. Nightwings had quite a reputation for… well… being murdery.
“We’re almost there,” Foresight chirped, keeping her tone deceptively light. She was terrified. Last time she had met with Obsidian… She shuddered. Best not to think about it. 
They stopped in front of an imposing brick house, painted black. Hearty laughing echoed from inside. Foresight took a deep breath and knocked. One long. Two short. One more long. The door swung open, revealing a large gray Nightwing with chipped teeth and bloodshot eyes. Upon closer inspection, he appears to actually be pure black, but so dirty and dusty and scruffy that he appears to be a disminished shade of gray.
“What do you want?” He growled, then seemed to recognize her. “Ah, If it isn’t little Foresight,” He lifted her chin with a rough, dirty claw. She pulled away. “What a pleasure,” 
“I wish I could say the same,” Foresight said sharply. “Let us in,” The Nightwing let out a dry laugh and disappeared into the house.
“You’ve been gone for a while,” His voice was like a rusty chainsaw against metal. “I’d begun to think you didn’t want to see your Uncle Obsidian,”
“You’re not my uncle,” Foresight growled. “Just take us to the lounge,” Obsidian barked his terrible, hoarse laugh again and whisked up the stairs, and Foresight, Bayou, and Sparrow hurried to follow. Inside the lounge was a group of Nightwings, ages ranging from as young as Foresight to dragons who looked like they could have seen the Scorching happen. A young Nightwing’s face slid into a sultry smile as she walked in. At first Foresight didn’t recognize him, but then she saw the strange silver of his claws and horns. Oh no.
“Hey babe,” Steelclaws crooned, taking her talons. “It’s been a long time. I bet you missed me, but not half as much as I missed-”
Foresight snatched her talons away. “Not your babe,” She snapped. Steelclaws nodded slyly.
“I see,” He hid his smile, glancing at Bayou and Sparrow. Later, he mouthed as he backed away. Never, She mouthed back, and he grinned, winking.
“What brings you back here?” Obsidian chuckles, flashing a smile at Steelclaws, “I suppose you aren’t here to give me some muffins. You’re still doing hatchling scouts, right?”
“NO,” Foresight snapped, “We need a favor,” A big one, She thought. The chances of Obsidian just chuckling and giving them the mirror were less than unlikely. He was a hoarder, and didn’t like handing out his trinkets.
As she expected, his false loving demeanor slipped off, replaced by a suspicious, angry pack rat. “What?” He hissed.
“The mirror,” She replied, and his suspicion faded instantly, and she could practically see his mind flip. He was clearly thinking of a way to manipulate this situation to benefit him. After a moment, his face lit up. 
“Of course, sweetheart,” He sang. “But, oh dear, I need a way to make sure you’re using it correctly. I seem to lack a method for this, though,” Foresight realized where this was going, and a sense of dread settled in even stronger.
“What do you need?” She sighed, although she already knew.
“There’s this little trinket at that... ,” He thought, then snapped his fingers, “Jade Mountain Academy. I’ve been wanting it for a while,” Foresight cursed under her breath. Obsidian chuckled. “Yes. You are going to steal the dreamvisitor.”
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