Wings of Fire (Arc Four) The Last Animus

== The Last Animus Prophecy ==
(disclaimer:
this is not an official Wings of Fire book. Please do not edit this without permission. If you have any questions or complaints, leave them in the comments. It will definitely be left unfinished, as writer’s block exists. 
Besides that, enjoy!)
Dig deep, dig down, 
Find power’s crown,
Rescue the dragon with magic to be found.
Dark and light to save their own,
Reign once had many and now is alone.
Who follows a blackout
Who causes a drought.
The five newcomers rise from their home 
And return the rights they once owned.
In ice there is fire
In dark there is light.
Save the tribes, stop the fight.
== Prologue ==
Clementine flew over the ocean, her claws gripping her egg.
Her antenna sensed the other continent. Pyrrhia was coming closer, and closer. Her orange scales glinted in the moonlight, and her pearly underscales were nearly deep grey. Her tail-spikes rattled in the breeze, and her four wings—the bigger wings were bat like, her smaller wings were like butterflies—glided along, following her antenna. 
She kept twisting to avoid seagulls, and she had to catch her breath. Finally, she saw an island to land on. 
She rested, gasping, and clutching the egg harder than ever. “Don’t worry. After that long flight, we’re safe…” 
She was about to fall asleep, but her antenna twitched. She thought it was sensing somebody’s presence, trying to tell her it wasn’t safe.
Although, she didn’t see anyone hiding in the bushes. She hissed, then set down her egg. She swung her tail like a weapon, then lifted her wrist. Icy silk shot toward’s the vibration, then wrapped around something. She couldn’t see it, but pulled it closer.
”Augh, oh, that’s cold,” said a voice. The shape then turned into a SeaWing with light teal scales and white glow stripes. Clementine realized with a jolt that this was Saltwater from Pyrrhia, descended from Queen Anemone. 
“What are you doing here?” Hissed Clementine. She towered over her egg, which was starting to crack tiny cracks. Hang in there, she thought at it. 
Saltwater cut open the frostsilk and shook out her wings. She had an earring made of hard sea-salt, and her eyes were red that glinted dangerously. 
Wait, her eyes were RED?! No, they were supposed to be yellow…but every memory Clementine now had of Saltwater’s eyes said they were red. Which was somewhat creepy. Clementine felt afraid for her egg, suddenly. She wondered why Saltwater was here, and she grabbed her egg and growled. “How did you find me?” She wondered, her heart pounding. 
“Oh, how would I know?” Saltwater said, and Clementine wondered what she was talking about. Suddenly, the egg disappeared from her talons, and then the SeaWing was holding it. “I have to get this to Reign. I’m sorry, but it’s none of your business.” Clementine roared, lunged for her, but stopped midair. 
She was frozen in place.
“I’ll do you a favor, just so your dragonet can protect themself,” Saltwater grinned. “I enchant this dragonet to be the most dangerous dragon in the world.” 
Clementine struggled against Saltwater’s magic, then finally managed to scream, “YOU CAN’T DO THIS! I WILL SAVE MY DRAGONET AND YOU’LL DIE! ONE DAY, YOU’LL BE SORRY! ONE DAY…” 
But Clementine stopped talking. She had been enchanted, and slowly, things started to fade away…
== Chapter One ==
Everyone wanted Popsicle to get her head out of the clouds and put her claws on the ground. They wanted her to stop dreaming and give up on her book-writing. They told her fantasy books and scrolls were brainwashing her and erasing her consciousness, and how silly she was for liking that.
So she had to learn how to cope with those unsupportive walruses. And how she did it?
Mental-Murders.
She had lost count of how many heads she imagined ripping apart and how many eyeballs she stuffed with daggers. She threw icicles at their faces and got an army of sharks to attack their scales. 
Most dragons saw her as a sweet, harmless dragon who couldn’t even hurt a fly, but really she liked to think of death towards her enemies. And wars were exciting, and prophecies about wars and swords flying through the air were, too. 
So yeah. She was pretty dangerous in every way possible. Once, even, she started a pillow fight with her dad when he said she couldn’t fight, and she gave him a concussion in the end. She never spoke about that terrible time, but it was kind of epic anyway.
She also had a faint memory of cracking open and feeling powerful. So powerful, she thought she could break the world if she wanted to. She felt like she could dig below the surface of the planet and pull out lava. She remembered this voice screaming “YOU CAN’T DO THIS!” Before she was flown back home and put with her dad. 
All she knew was that she was closely related to SilkWings, and that her mom lived on Pantala. But Dad would never let her fly over there, even though she could and would like other dragons. He and her sister was all she had left, but she mentally dismembered him anyway for banning her from doing that. 
She’d secretly always wanted to find her mother, who might like her books and never attempt to pull her head out of the clouds like everyone else.
***
Popsicle tapped on her adopted sister, Mango, with a her popsicle. Mango was a RainWing, who sometimes lived with Popsicle and her dad, Shock, and sometimes lived in the rainforest. She didn’t tell Popsicle to stop dreaming like everyone else, but she did always say “that makes no sense, Popsicle.” 
Mango’s tail uncurled and the little dragon yawned, waking up from her sleep. “But it’s sun time…” she mumbled sleepily, then looked to see Popsicle, Mango’s face lit up, jumping up from the platform she was sleeping on. 
“Popsicle!” 
Mango hugged Popsicle, and she dropped her popsicle in surprise. 
“I can’t wait to go back to the Ice Kingdom! I packed blankets and pillows and bananas already! Princess Extraordinary gave me these earrings. Do you like it?” Mango said quickly, then gestured to the wooden earrings that were painted gold and blue. The blue one was attached to her ear, and the gold one was attached to her frill. 
Something about the gold earring made Popsicle feel uneasy. She took a step back and forced a smile. It’s nothing, just your wild imagination. She told herself. “Anyway, I can help you get your bags. Or you can get them yourself, either way is fine.” 
“I got it, it’s okay.” Mango bounded off into a leafy hut and grabbed her bags. Popsicle started flying towards her home, her strangely-colored wings glinting rainbows in the sunlight. She had a bit of light pink running down the sides of her underbelly, and her tail spikes were colored yellow. She was closely related to SilkWings, so that’s where those features came from.
As she glided through the tall trees of greenery, inspiration whirled around from the branches of the trees. The leaves and grass whistled in the wind, also singing about ideas. Popsicle smiled, pulled a book out of the bag hanging over her shoulder. She began writing with a pencil, exploring her ideas. She wasn’t aware of where she was going, as she was in a book. 
I can write about a RainWing who lives secretly in the Ice Kingdom, then stumbles upon the real tribe, and—her thoughts were cut off when she rammed into a NightWing. 
“OW! THREE MOONS INSIDE A CAGE OW OW OW!” The NightWing screamed. Popsicle shook her head around and saw that her impact had knocked him backward into the trees. “Freaking OOUCH!!!” Said the dragon once more. 
Popsicle flew over, along with Mango, to check on him.
”Are you okay?” Asked Mango. “Oh, wait—stupid question. You’re not okay at all.” The NightWing winced, and he revealed dull green frills on the side of his head, a curved tail, and orange and green stars under his wings. His underbelly had a combination of green, then orange, then blue scales fading down to his tail. They were dark enough to match his upperscales, which were dark greenish black.
”Peacemaker?” Popsicle wondered, staring at him with an expression of obsfucation. “What in the moon pumpkins are you doing here?”
Peacemaker huffed, and rubbed his side. “I think you punctured my wing.” He observed, his breath receding back into his body.
”Really?” Popsicle checked herself. “I’m fine. You can punch me as payback, if you want,” she added, spikes rattling.
”Are you a hybrid? Hybrids are usually strong and pretty awesome…” 
“No, I’m just closely related to SilkWings, but you got the ‘pretty awesome and strong’ part right.”
Peacemaker laughed, and stared at her. “Um, this got a bit awkward.” 
“Yes, it did, let’s get going.“ Suggested Mango. 
“Bye, Mr. Colorful NightWing Scales Hybrid Dude!” Popsicle shouted after him, flying away with Mango. Her gold earring shook with a sort of warning, and Popsicle shivered. She looked at it, flew ahead with Mango at her side, and thought, something isn’t right.
== Chapter Two ==
Popsicle opened her eyes and realized she was underwater. But strangely, she could breathe.
Ahead of her, a silhouette was floating in the ocean as well. With a sudden urge, Popsicle drifted over to them, only for them to fly to the surface. She tried to follow them, but suddenly the whole ocean surface was frozen over with ice. Popsicle banged on the door with a fist, screaming, and the stranger did the same. 
Then the silhouette disappeared. Popsicle fell deeper and deeper down into the ocean. It felt like somebody had dropped a walrus on her and she couldn’t swim back up. She turned around and saw a SeaWing staring at her, her eyes glowing red, and a voice echoed around her, repeating “Weak one, no danger, weak one, no danger, weak, weak, weak…”
The SeaWing disappeared, and Popsicle could no longer breathe. She began to choke and inhale water. The world closed in around her—
She woke up with a sudden jolt. Her father was calling her name. She got up and walked out of her room made of ice cubes and into the kitchen, where her father had dragged in a polar-bear skin rug.
Popsicle winced. She didn’t like dead animals as decorations. They used to have a soul, and this dragon just ended their lives for what? Furniture?
She growled and pushed away the frozen fish Shock, her dad, offered her. She instead grabbed a popsicle from the fridge. It was frozen fruit with ice-cream dripping off the top impaled on an icicle. Mango was at the counter, the hood of her orange coat pulled over her head. Today, her scales were purple, blue, and white, close to IceWing colors but still having RainWing vibes.
”I think,” Shock began to speak, eating his breakfast, “that you’d have more friends if you joined Jade Mountain Academy.”
”School?” Popsicle questioned. “Yeah, sorry, I don’t do school. So…no thanks.” This was a common conversation that Shock brought up in many different ways.
”You’ll survive,” he hissed. “It’s not like it’s the end of the world if you crawl into a mountain.” Mango nodded and touched her earring, which made Popsicle shiver a little.
She took her mind off the earring by talking to her dad more. “Actually, it could be the end.” She observed. “I’m overwhelmingly dangerous, aren’t I? You and Snowfall—QUEEN SNOWFALL,” she added when he gave her that “say their name properly, dopey” face, “even said that I might need to be quarantined for my insane strength, or maybe just to shut me up.” 
It was true—once, when her dad signed her up for battle training, she hurt the teachers so badly that he had to have surgery. And wasn’t her whamming into Peacemaker also proof? 
“But going to school might teach you how to control your immense strength,” he pointed out. Popsicle rolled her eyes and finished her breakfast. She went outside of the hut that was made of ice cubes and evergreens, her claws sinking into the damp snow. She caught herself looking at the traveling dragons that soared through the sky to Pantala. 
“Mew?” Said a mysterious voice. 
Popsicle jerked her head around, lifting her claws just in case there was some sort of assassin trying kill her. 
But no. They weren’t threatening 
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