The Lost Prophecy (Legends Never Die)

The Lost Prophecy is the first book in a fanfiction series called Legends Never Die written by me. It is a reboot of my original fanfic Children of Legend. I hope you enjoy it.
The Lost Prophecy
The missing dragon must be found,
Or all is lost.
The dragon claimed by the ground,
Must pay the cost.
The wings of earth and fire will lead the search.
The wings of night and rain will find the threat.
The wings of sand and night will lose all hope.
Once the sea has drowned and once the land is lost,
The wings of hive and silk will bring the rest home.
The missing piece, the hidden jewel, the wings of rain and sea,
This dragon is the only hope, the one who holds the key.
== Prologue ==
The hives had crumbled and burned. The Othermind was withered and dead. The whole continent looked like it had been destroyed. How many dragons died in this destruction? Even the volcano didn’t look like this after it erupted. At least the volcano didn’t have rotting corpses and trapped, screaming dragons after it erupted. It had destroyed everything, and killed hundreds of dragons, yes, but it had done it cleanly, simply. Brimstone would have much preferred dying quickly in the volcano to dying slowly, trapped and alone in the rubble of the hives. He shivered at the thought of being crushed, unable to lift his wings, dying of thirst and hunger. But that was why he was here, to help dragons, and help Pantala rebuild.
“Brimstone!” The nightwing was shaken out of his thoughts by Asp’s sharp call to attention. The large sandwing was leading the relief crew. “Are you listening?” She said, in a drawn out, enunciated voice, which made him realise she had probably said it multiple times before. “Because if you were, you would know where you’re supposed to be.”
Brimstone hung his head in embarrassment. “I’m sorry.”
Asp sighed. “You and Adobe are searching wreckage for survivors. Start to the north, report back here if you find someone, or at sunset.” Brimstone nodded and he and the mudwing flew off to the north.
Adobe was quiet, Brimstone liked that, he didn’t like to talk either. They searched for hours, finding many corpses, but no survivors. It was almost sundown when Brimstone heard it, a faint voice calling for help.
“Did you hear that?” He halted in midair. “It’s coming from down there!” He shouted to Adobe, probably louder than was necessary. He dove to land next to a large pile of rocks and burned treestuff. The voice was scratchy and weak. Adobe landed beside him and started to clear rubble away. “Can you hear us?” Brimstone shouted at the rubble. “We’re here to help you!”
“I’m in here!” The voice called back. Adobe lifted a large rock and the whole pile shifted. “Stop!” The voice was panicked. “Stop you’re making it worse.”
“How much can you move?” Brimstone asked the dragon.
“My tail is stuck, so is one of my wings, and it’s too cramped for me to straighten out my legs.”
“Okay,” Brimstone thought about how to go about this. “WHat’s your name?” He asked, he couldn’t keep calling her dragon.
“Datura.” She replied. “I was helping to destroy this hive. But it collapsed and I got buried in here. They left me behind.” Brimstone couldn’t help a twinge of his heart at the words.
“Don’t worry Datura, we’ll get you out of there..
The only solution was to totally uncover the pile, from the top down. It took hours of painful work, and with every rock they removed they were afraid it would collapse and crush Datura. It was after nightfall when  they had finally reached her. She was covered in ash, dush, and blood. Her eyes were dull, and it was dark, but Brimstone already knew that she was the most beautiful dragon he’d ever seen. She was a leafwing, thin and snake-like, and her scales were bright green under the dirt. Her horns curved inwardly, making a narrow heart shape, and her tail was shaped the same way, like a spearhead. When Brimstone took her talons in his to pull her out he felt warmth spread up his arms. He knew now that he loved this dragon, and he would never let her go.
== Chapter 1 ==
(10 years later)
Salamander liked the morning. Sitting out on the rocks of the mountain, waiting for the sun to rise and warm his scales. It was doing that now, the gentle tentacles of dawn, snaking their way over the horizon. The school year was almost over, just two more days, and he would be at the festival in the rainforest. He loved to teach at Jade Mountain Academy, he loved to be with dragonets, but he just needed a break. The first bells rang and he sighed and stretched, spreading his huge, red wings and leaping off the rocks. He caught an updraft and lifted higher into the pink sky. He looped a few times and looked down at the school. A few of the dragonets had gotten up early to fly before classes started. Salamander could see brown mudwings and blue seawings, and the jewel bright wings of silkwings. The school had been expanded to include ten winglets with ten dragons in each. Turtle the animus had agreed to enchant a tunnel to Pantala to make travel easier between continents, and it wasn’t uncommon to see a hivewing or a silkwing in some of the larger cities. The large rust-colored dragon landed in the entrance to the school. He waved and smiled at the dragons he saw. He was just entering the dining cave when he almost ran into a big brown dragon, who’s talons were full of fruit.
“Oh, sorry Salamander,” Clay said, almost dropping his food. “I didn’t see you there.”
“It’s okay dad.” He looked at the fruit in his dad's talons. “Did you take all of the mangos?”
“It’s the last day, someone has to eat them. We can get more when we’re in the rainforest.”
Salamander smiled. “Well leave one for Macaw, they’re her favorite.”
“She’s already had two, she said I could have these.”
Salamander laughed, of course Macaw would do that, she was so sweet. “Well I need to get some breakfast before my first class, I’ll see you tonight.”
He slipped into the large cave, which was full of students munching on fruit and small animals. Most of them ate in small groups of two or three, but in the corner he saw a small leafwing by herself. She was gazing out at the rest of the students while she absently chewed on some kind of leg bone. He grabbed a leg of meat and a bunch of bananas and went over to the leafwing.
“What are you thinking about Olive?” He said. She jumped and looked up at him.
“Nothing. Sometimes I just like to see, not think.”
“So what are you seeing?”
She chuckled. “Otter has an octopus tentacle on his snout and he doesn’t know. He can’t figure out why Oyster and Stickbug are laughing at him.”
Salamander looked where she was pointing and he saw the round little seawing looking puzzledly at his laughing friends.
“Do you have any plans for the break?”
“I’m just going back to Pantala.” She was looking out at the room while she talked. “It’ll be good to see my parents again. There are two new eggs.” She looked at Salamander now, her eyes bright. “They’ll hatch soon.”
“You’ll have to tell me about your new siblings when we come back after break.”
“I will.” She promised.
The bell rang for the end of breakfast and Salamander had to hurry to his first class of the day. It was nearly impossible to make small dragonets sit still and pay attention to the history of Pyrrhia on the last day of the semester, but somehow he managed to get through to them that the dragonet prophecy hadn’t been true, it was made up.
“But how did the war stop if the prophecy was fake?” Echidna asked. Salamander was glad that someone was paying attention.
“The dragonets were still able to stop the war, because they tried, and they worked hard. It doesn’t matter if there’s a prophecy, any dragon can change things.” The tiny sandwing looked doubtful, but didn’t ask again.
Finally the day was over. All caves were cleaned, all possessions found and packed, and all scrolls returned to the library. The last of the students were on their way home, and the halls of Jade Mountain were empty. He heard a sigh of relief from behind him and turned to see his mother’s copper colored scales.
“You would think that dragons who have lived here for months would know to stay out of my cave.” Peril shook her head. “But somehow one of them always wanders in there looking for a scroll, as if any scroll would survive being near me.” She laughed.
“They probably just want to see you, you don’t come into the main school very often.” Salamander pointed out.
“For obvious reasons!” She exclaimed. “Those little dragonets don’t have enough sense to not touch the dragon who’s scales are smoking. But now I won’t have to worry about dragonets running around, flailing their wings and tails everywhere for three more months.” She sighed again. “Have a good time in the rainforest, say hi to everyone for me.”
“That’s right!” Starflight said. “I’d almost forgotten. Some of the nightwings found a chamber in the old palace that was protected from the lava. They want me to help organize the scrolls.”
“I can’t wait for the pie eating contest,” Clay chimed in. “I’ve been practicing all year.” He patted his stomach. “Those pies won’t know what hit ‘em.”
“It’ll be good to see Glory again.” Sunny said thoughtfully. “We’ve all been so busy with running kingdoms and schools, we haven’t all been together in a year at least.”
“Yeah, fitting that it’s to celebrate the time that Jade Mountain didn’t fall.” Tsunami said.
“And strawberries, so many strawberries!” Clay added. “Jams, and pies, and drinks, and cakes. I love the festival.” He got a wistful look on his face.
“Well we’ll need to leave early tomorrow or we won’t be there in time to help set up.” Sunny said looking at the angle of the sun. “So make sure you get enough sleep tonight.”
“When did you become our mom?” Fatespeaker asked jokingly. But everyone agreed that she was right.
It was in the early light of the morning that they all set out towards the Rainforest, and and unexpected adventure.
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