A Wings of Fire Fanfic: Double Sided Blades

A fanfic by JuniperTheChaoticLesbian (HUGE WIP)
Prologue:
A dragon was buried in the snow. She struggled to rep each the surface as more freezing diamonds of ice swirled down and buried her faster than she could dig. She should have never come to the tundra in the first place. No, She thought Because then I would have never met her. The thought of the shimmering icewing gave her a burst of energy, and she managed to poke her pale yellow and black head out of the ocean of icy slush and scream for help. Much to her despair, the calls were whipped away by the wind. 
She grappled with the freezing snow, fumbling over the flakes as they melted upon contact with her hot scales. She screamed again, and this time she thought she heard a call not to far away. Help! At last! She called in response, and the next call was louder than before. A figure appeared in the snow in front of her, and grabbed her by the horn, pulling her up, up, up and out of the freezing cold slush. 
"Thank-" she began. "Hurry! Lets get out of here!" The other dragon interrupted, dragging the weakened sandwing into the sky. They dragon struggled through the blizzard, grunting the whole way. They flew and flew until suddenly, the sandwing's savior dropped out of the sky, crashing into the snow. "Aaghh!" The sandwing shrieked as she fell in the arms of the dragon. The dragon hit the rocky ground with a CRACK, and the sandwing landed on top, using the dragon as a cushion. 
She weakly lifted to her feet and gazed down at the injured dragon. She could save them, but the chances she would die instead were high. "I'm sorry." She whispered in the hurt dragons ear. She turned around, and walked away, leaving the dragon who saved her to die alone in the tundra.
Chapter One:
Bactrian had no mother. Their parents had died together when Sanctuary collapsed ten years ago, and they had been left alone with no mother, no father, and no friends. They lived in the rocky connection between the sand kingdom and the ice kingdom, and hadn't seen another dragon since the collapse. The entire power system had been dismantled and now there was nothing left but anarchy. The world was quiet, as many dragons starved when the collapse happened. The world was quiet now. Chaos only happened on the shadows, hidden from the outside world. Bactrian was the outside world. They had no clue of the chaos within, and they had lived out their days in solitude. That is, until their fifteenth hatching day.
It was a sunny, blue morning, the sun reflected on the dew-tipped grass and simmered there like perfect round diamonds. The sun cast rays of warmth down on the hybrids scales, and the wind was just strong enough for a perfect day of flight. Everything was normal. Exactly how it was supposed to go. Bactrian sighed, smiling the biggest grin. They let out a puff of ice, and watched it float away in the distance, light, soft and delicate. Their feet crunched on the thin layer of snow on the ground as they stepped to the precipice of the cliff their igloo rested on. They spread their wings and leapt off the cliff, letting the wind choose the destination. 
They soared through the sky, sweeping over the fields, basking their wings in the golden light of the rising sun. The green grass peeked out from the snow, waving lightly in the wind. The fields of the plateau dropped down into the rocky cliffs, and Bactrian dove down over the edge, plummeting to the shady bottom of the ravine. Here, the snow faded to slush, and then slush to ice. The ice sparkled in the sunlight, which reached down like dragon talons trying to snatch that small fraction of beauty from the world. 
Bactrian touched down on the ice, brushing their talon across the face of the ice cliff. There was a dragons bones within the ice, trapped forever. Well, many bones. The corpses of ancient dragons lined the cliff, like lost souls. "Mum," Bactrian whispered in a trembling voice, pressing their forehead to the ice. "I miss you." A tear began to make its way down the hybrids face. Bactrian sat down, and then collapsed, curled on the rocky floor of the ravine, and burst into tears. 
Hours later, they woke up and found themself lying on the ground of the canyon. The sun was already setting, which was surprising. Bactrian turned to glance at their mother and teared up. They lifted off the ground and as they flew up the canyon, they took another glance back and said, "Someday, I will find the dragon who let you die, and I will kill her myself." 
Chapter Two: 
Bactrian flew up, up, up out of the canyon and into the cool, crisp air. The beams of the golden sun stretched across the horizon and glowed on the melting snow. They soared back up the mountain, gliding along with the birds, diving in and out of the clouds. They laughed a little, capturing this small moment of beauty as the sun stretched the last of its light across the sky, as if it was trying to reach out and hold them in its dying light. They sighed, gazing at that last line of beauty as it slipped below the clouds. Darkness settled in around them as they dove into the white puffy expanse and swept over the rocky desert, and the sounds of the night set in. Chirps and howls sang in harmony, as if they were all performing for the flying dragon, or for someone else that Bactrian did not yet know about. 
BAM! Bactrian was smashed into the ground with an earsplitting CRACK. A shadowy figure pinned them to the rocky ground, hissing. Bactrian raised their tail bard up, and sent it crashing toward the attacker, ready to plunge the tip into their heart. They rolled out of the way, and Bactrian lunged at then, ramming them into one of the sparse cacti of the desert. The dragon recoiled, jumped over Bactrians head, and yanked their tail, whipping it the opposite direction and throwing Bactrian across the rocks. "Strong one aren't ya!" Bactrian laughed dryly. "I have a few tricks up my sleeve too," They dove under the attackers legs, grappled onto their back and wrapped their claws around the dragons neck. With a roar of fury, the dragon smacked Bactrian in the head with their thin, spiky tail. 
It was an Icewing. 
Bactrian bit the weak spot on the dragons tail and reared back, pulling the dragon back by the horns. Then, in a swift movement, they pulled the head back, and stabbed their barb into the dragons throat. They both collapsed on the ground, one panting, exhausted, and one dead. Bactrian got up to their feet and investigated the body. They could hardly see, but they could make out a red tattoo on the dragons left wing. In the dark, Bactrian could just barely see the symbol of a wolf skull. "Well, well, well" Bactrian whispered. "Looks like were going to pay Bloodhound a visit." 
MORE COMING SOON! 
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