The Last Prophecy (Not book 16, this is a side story meaning there might be more)

P.S No, the "vast expanse of last ex-mind turner sees is NOT Pantala.
== Flashbacks to be Inserted ==
It was snowing all throughout the chains. Snowdrop (age five) and Starblast (age ten) gleefully pounced at the gently falling snowflakes. Nearby, their mother sat, wistfully gazing at the scene.
If only they knew the danger that awaits them. I only wish I could stay here longer...
She stretches her wings and, with a glance behind her, soars away, leaving her dragonets alone.
The little dragons call, but she does not turn back. Starblast grabs Snowdrop’s shaking talons in her own and they huddle together, the vast landscapes suddenly pressing in on them.
In a small voice Snowdrop whispered “Starblast? I thinks I has an idea, but I’s thinks it’s maybe too risky.”
Starblast sighed. They were on their own now. She tried to sound upbeat as she said,
“Go on Snowdrop. What’s your plan?”
“Well yous know how mama always says ‘don’t go onto ice chunks Snowdrop, or you’ll falls off’? I’ma think that maybe we could then-abouts! Wes could float to other dragons!”
“That’s-that’s not a bad idea, Snowdrop!”
Starblast gathered her little sister in her arms and walked over to an iceberg. There was a loud CRACK! And the ice beneath her gave way, she managed to plop Snowdrop on a small sheet before she completely went under. When she gathered the energy to swim to the surface, Snowdrop was gone.
It’s ok though. I’ll spend my whole life trying to find her if I have to. There is no way I’m going to leave her like mother did. Unless-unless I never find her again.
== The Last Prophecy ==
When the sea runs red with blood,
And fire consumes the land,
Five dragons will withstand-
If the one with ice in her/their veins
Can storm the tide
Or destroy the day.
== Prologue (1000 AS) ==
There is a dragon.
She has no name, no reason to be flying over the ocean. And yet she is. She can't go back, not back to the betrayal and bloodshed and torture that is her home. 
So, she keeps flying, keeps hoping, keeps wishing for a second chance. She has been stripped of her name, of her title, of her tribe. Oh, she misses her sisters every day and can't hold back the tears when she thinks of her mate, Summer, whose eyes used to show her the world. But she is dead. All of them are dead.
I used to be queen. I used to have a place I could return to.
Her white talons skim the water, longing for the claws that used to hold them. She almost turns back, but stops, knowing she'll only see an endless expanse separating her from everything.
Mind Turner.
That was what those claws used to call her before the war. Before the others exiled her just for being different. She growls, and soars into an updraft, that carries her above the clouds. Suddenly a storm strikes, plunging her down, down, down into waves that swallow her up and close in on her.
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She splutters and sees a vast expanse of land, dotting the surrounding ocean.
It can't be Pantala, I know I flew the wrong direction.
I must be seeing things. There is no possible way my luck is this bad. And yet- if this is an island, then no one here will know about me, right? This could be a fresh start…But no, I don’t deserve that, after everything I’ve done…
Alas, no. Her luck must be terrible, as this is clearly a chain of islands. She spreads her wings, grasping for any wind at all to lift her up. A cloud shaped like a dragon’s talon reaches down and scoops her up.
Summer…I-I can’t believe I’ve traveled all this way without you. Without our dragonets. But maybe now, now I can make a difference. Now I can redeem myself. Don’t worry, soon I’ll join you. Just, I need this. I need to change this world. I won’t forget you; I promise. I just need to make a final stand.
== Chapter 1 (Fifteen years after the third arc) ==
.Wings strait, guard up, watch your cat, be smarter than your opponent, and listen to the elders.
Those were the rules that Snowdrop’s life was grounded on. In theory these kept you vigilant, and safe from other attacking dragons. But in Snowdrop’s opinion? They were kind of useless.
The Starsight islands were well fortified, as the chains were in the middle of the ocean, far from either mainland. Besides, if any army tried to invade, they’d have to go through the Song caves (a system of caves that reverberated music so loud, your ears would bleed.), pass the Outer Rim, and if they made it that far, near one of the two dragon settlements, they would have to face the Infantada, Starsight’s elite army, and to find or even see either one, they’d need superdragon powers which, only dragons that grew up on Starsight had.
A joke among some of Snowdrop’s friends was that if the invaders ever did find the camps, the first ones to be sacrificed would be the Elders, who were famous for their grouchy attitudes. But Snowdrop was not like other dragons. To her, the Elders were heroes/heroines, not grumpy old potato sacks. This was definitely not because they had rescued her as a baby when her mother had abandoned her, no, this was because Snowdrop was quite obviously smarter than the average dragonet, and so ipso facto, she thought the Elders were amazing.
           This was sane! She was not crazy for thinking this! Grr to all the dragons who thought she was. She would stuff them in coconuts and see how they thought about the Elders!
           But that was not the only annoying thing in her life currently. What REALLY aggravated her was when friends of hers were being total FISHHEADS about Hide-and-Seek!
“VOIID!” She yelled, sending flock of birds who had been slowly creeping up on her squawking though the canopy. Panic started to burn deep in her bones.
           “VOID! I’M NOT KIDDING! HIDE-AND-SEEK’S OVER! YOU WON! GET DOWN HERE SO I CAN SCREAM AT YOU FACE-TO-FACE!”
Snowdrop waited.
Still no response.
She lashed her tail and muttered, “I swear, one day, I’m going to kill that dragon.” She flinched. That was mean. Void was just being Void, even though she was infuriating, and calculating, and it was creepy how she knew so much about dragons she’d never met.
What if she fell in a snowdrift, or if one of the vipers bit her, or if she got strangled by a Venus dragon trap? WHAT IF SHE DIED AND I JUST DON’T KNOW?
Cold sweat started to dribble down Snowdrop’s back, making the cat that was sitting between her wings start to slide.
           “Void? Are you ok? Can you hear me? GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW OR I’LL-”
A cold, invisible talon covered her snout. This was Void, a Silkwing, Rainwing, Hivewing tribrid who was well known around the island for her mysterious background, and curious attitude. 
“Calm down. Stop overreacting; I was only gone for, what, ten minutes?”
Calm down? Void was telling her to calm down? Snowdrop could literally not believe this dragon.
She flicked her wings and sidled a few steps away from Void, tucking her wings in closer, and lashing her tail. Her face probably contorted in disgust to, but Snowdrop didn’t really care, she just wanted to get out of there. Void glanced at Snowdrop and shifted her scales to a darker shade of black. Her tongue flicked in and out as she added, “You’re lucky I can’t turn my scales invisible like a full Rainwing can, or I’d would have venomed you during your sleep a million times over already.”
           She wouldn’t really do that right? Aren’t we friends? Then again, I pretty sure most dragons don’t get daily death threats from their best friends. Or do they? Maybe this is all completely normal dragon behavior and I’m just crazy.
Snowdrop shook out her wings. As fast as a falcon she stabbed a rat that had been slowly creeping towards the pile of leaves that had collected at her claws during her frantic search for Void. Snowdrop gulped it down.  She reached out her senses, calling for strength to aid her on the long flight to Star Isle. 
== Chapter 2 ==
Normally, the ceremony would begin with some random dragon from the northern settlement reading a boring passage from the Sky Scroll, and there would be some dancing and then, finally, after everyone felt like they couldn’t dance any more, Arigma, the eldest of the Elders would announce that the Spirits Above approved of their excellent dancing skills and they could begin the prophecy circles.
Maybe. Snowdrop miiight have made up the dancing part. Either way, this time, when Arigma started the circles, Snowdrop felt the wind suddenly change direction. She looked around at the surrounding dragons. None of them seemed to have noticed something off.
Ignore it. Don’t ruin Void’s big day.
Today, Void was officially going to join the Visionaires, even though she hadn’t been born with the power of prophecy. None of this was strange, though. Anyone could join because on Star Island, anyone could have a vision. But if the above applied to you, you could only be a part-time member because you wouldn’t and couldn’t have vision anywhere else. Snowdrop was a full-time member though. Snowdrop had been born with prophecy, song magic, and one other power that she couldn’t remember at the moment.
But none of that mattered if Void didn’t get accepted. And conditions had to be right in order for that to happen. 
Snowdrop could feel words trying to crawl up her throat, trying to ruin everything good and fun and true in Snowdrop’s life. 
No. I won’t let them-I won’t let them shatter any more lives. I can’t. I won’t.
“It’s useless struggling,” said a voice, loud and clear, yet when Snowdrop turned to find the dragon, there was no one there. “The Spirits Above have granted you a prophecy. The last prophecy ever, in fact. Don’t try to fight it. All you’ll get is more hurt dragons. Meet me at the ruins of Posisyiboility...”
She was writhing with the increasing pain coursing through her body so she couldn’t quite hear the last words.
I-I’m sorry Void. I’ve destroyed you.
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Later, when she was back at her sphere, Snowdrop found out what happened.
According to the dragon who had been sitting next to her, all of the scrolls and books in the surrounding area lifted into the air, and Snowdrop had doubled over, gasping.
When she lifted her head back up, her eyes had gone glassy white, and she had sung in a voice unlike her own,
“I can see them.
The dragon.
Tortured, yet still standing.
I see the ice that consumes their veins, that flows through every inch of their body.
Consuming them.
I see their endless search for a home, for a family.
I feel the hurricane that swirls inside them, threatening to come out
And destroy the only place they’ve ever felt free in.
I hear the silenced screams of those they will kill.
I see the blood that spills onto every shore if they do not find them.
I know the fury, the anguish, the heartbreak, the story behind everything they’ve ever known.
They are in danger! 
Flames are needed to save the ice.
But how will that happen when they live- when they live-”
Snowdrop had fallen over, and blood had started to flow from her skull, and she had been rushed to the life cave. But before she let go of the ground, the scrolls and books floating overhead formed into something. A dragon’s head. Snowdrop’s head!
== Chapter 3 ==
Snowdrop woke up when the messenger stuck his pompous snout in the back curtain.
Snowdrop fiddled with the stick in her claws.
“Wait…why am I here again?” she asked. The messenger sighed.
“Snowdrop, I’ve told you 5 times already! I’m going to tell you one more time and that’s it.”
“Funny.” Snowdrop increased the glare her glow scales were emitting and bared her teeth at the intruder. “Aren’t messengers supposed to explain stuff? I thought that was your job. Of course, judging from the state you are in, I’m guessing you aren’t paid that much. No wonder you’re grouchy.”
That hit its mark. The messenger dragon flinched, and retorted:
“I’m sure you’ll get an even better job than me. Oh, that’s right. You FLUNCKED out of school!”
That hurt, but Snowdrop wasn’t going to let this snooty full Sandwing get away with that insult.
They were in a court room after all, so to all the Aquatic-speaking dragons in the room, she flashed
What a sand-snorter. Thinks he’s too good for us.
They all jeered at the messenger.
Ha! Take that, you grumpy sack of rotting old piranhas! I learned a few tricks from Void and I’m not afraid to use them!
“What did you say?” the Sandwing asked.
“Why would you care?” Snowdrop replied.
“You know why.”
“Snowdrop. Please.” Starsplash, Snowdrop’s other best friend appeared behind her, resting her gold claw on Snowdrop’s shoulder. Snowdrop fought the urge to back away, to sneer “Where have you been these past few weeks?” She seemed to notice. She lifted her claws away from Snowdrop and stared into her eyes.
“This trial is going to take much longer if you argue with him. He’s not worth it. Just wait for the judges to come. And Snowdrop-just remember me and Void are here for you, ok? It’s not your fault you are stuck here when you shouldn’t even be accused of anything!”
“Hah! Only you believe that Hivewing. Everyone else thinks she’s rotten and self-”
Starsplash whipped her head towards him.
“Shut up! No one cares you camel-licking toad! Why are you still here anyway? You know, I could press charges. I know you stole Firefly’s jewel crown; do you want to give it back that badly?”
As the Sandwing turned a violent shade of red and flew quickly away, Starsplash turned back towards Snowdrop and crowed
“Wow! I’ve never seen a Sandwing in that shade of red before! We totally got him!” Snowdrop tried to laugh along, but she didn’t feel that delighted at their achievement.
“Yeah, cool…”
Starsplash’s eyes furrowed in concern,
“Snowdrop, you don’t really think the Judge will banish you for one prophecy, right?”
“I-I don’t know anything anymore.”
Snowdrop grabbed a scroll and started writing on it. The Bells rang, and the prosecutor announced, “Everyone to your seats, the trial is about to begin!”
Snowdrop’s heart thudded un her chest. She knew the prosecutor! She heard a gasp and knew Starsplash did too. The prosecutor was Void!
Snowdrop wrote even faster, and with more ferocity. She couldn’t believe Void would do this! A murmur ran through the watching dragons. The judge yelled “Silence!” and the trial started. Void went first.
“Fellow dragons! I bring you here today to witness the trial of island-renowned evil dragon…Snowdrop!”
“Objection!”
Evil, evil, evil. Innocent, innocent, innocent…that’s pretty much what happened for the first FIVE HOURS of Snowdrop’s trial! By the time the judge told the crowd that, yes, they had made their decision, she was almost ready to drop!
Almost.
Snowdrop knew the jury. One of whom hated her guts and wanted her dead. Yes, somehow Void got to be jury! In a panic Snowdrop dropped- (ha-ha, yes she got the pun GO AWAY) the scroll she had been writing on. She bent over to pick it up and saw what she had wrote! It said:
Snowdrop gasped.
Why didn’t the Elder’s warn me this could happen? That I could do another one, another prophecy?
Images flashed in her brain, the same ones that she’d seen during Void’s failed becoming ceremony! With a jolt, she realized this was her vision.
I never knew…is this why the Elders have dammed me? Because this threatens all of Starsight? Oh no, oh no, oh no! What can I do? Maybe-ARG!
The images flashed faster, searing every scale of her body.
She saw a white dragon, flying above a beach not so different from the ones on Starsight. A tiara of obsidian wings was encircling her head. She was calling a name over and over, tears pooling into the white sand below her.
Snowdrop saw the dragon who looked like her, was walking like her, but doing something Snowdrop would never do. The other dragon was holding a knife and was whispering to it, then they let go and it plunged into Snowdrop’s heart.
She saw the mother, looking at that same dragonet, the one that killed Snowdrop in the other vision. Except this dragonet was playing with the white dragon from the first vision. The crying one. The mother sighed, and then flew away.
Snowdrop began to cry.
“Is that what is going to happen to me? Am I going to kill dragons like that strange one did? Spirits, why are you showing me this?”
“Snowdrop?”
== Chapter 4 ==
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