Cracking Ice

This is meant to be an IceWing’s journal taking place in the year 4993. I usually don’t write in first person, so tell me what you think! Also, please don’t edit anything besides grammar and spelling errors. Ermine narrates the first six entries, and Juniper the last. 
This story includes blood and death. 
Jan 19
Last night, I woke up to the sound of furious roaring dragons.
Pine was bleeding on the ground, obviously having been in a fight. I grabbed some bandages from his house and put some herbs on his wound. One of the other dragons was yelling at me for helping him because he gave her dragonet a scare and was clawing at her shop. I argued back that that’s no reason to try to kill someone. He’s fine now though, I think. 
Anyways, I had some good luck fishing today. I caught quite a few. I offered to buy Seal’s knife, and he finally gave in. 
Jan 20 
It was snowing, this morning at the lake. I was just sitting there, watching the snow fall, and a cute, fluffy little bird started to peck the ground. It was so close, and then all these other birds joined it! Finally, I was like, Ermine, get going, you have some coins to make, and I left. 
Pine was beat up again today. I don’t know if he’ll fly again. Owl and I had to help him into his house. 
Jan 21 
A letter was delivered to our village today. That barely ever happens. Puffin called us all to the central igloo to read it to us 
It was from Queen Glacier, telling that the IceWings had made an alliance with Princess Blaze and that we were going it war with the other two sisters. We had known that two years ago, Queen Oasis of the SandWings had died, leaving her three daughters to fight over the throne. I thought they had worked it out. 
But there was more to the letter. Glacier wrote that Burn had allied with the SkyWings, and Blister with the SeaWings and MudWings, and that we were supposed kill our new enemies on sight. 
Puffin went on to read that Glacier wanted several of us to come to the palace and join the army. Then he listed off names: Frost, Blizzard, Elk, and many others. And very last, drawn out with a sigh, was the name Ermine. 
The entire village is having a feast tonight for those of us who have to leave. And even though no one has said it, we all know it’s also for those who won’t come back.
Jan 22
I got up before dawn, to watch the sunrise for the last time in a while. Then the rest the IceWings woke, and we took off to the palace. 
We flew over evergreens and flat, snowy tundras, and silver lakes. Eventually, other IceWings joined us, until we were a mass of white-and-pale blue scales, winging across the sky.
The palace is beautiful. I didn’t know dragons could build something like that. We all arrived at the gate, and a guard let us in.
I always wanted to actually pick a moon globe from the Tree of Light. Today, I finally did. 
Queen Glacier came, and told us how we were the dragons who would shape the fate of Pyrrhia. It made me feel important, thinking that maybe, one day, some dragon would look back and remember me. The rest of the day was spent in battle training- with spears, our claws, our frostbreath. In a few days we head out- Glacier’s army- to fight in this new war.
Jan 23 
Today was all training. I met a new IceWing. Her name is Juniper, and she is very fierce. She showed me how to aim my spear better, how to hold my frostbreath until it is cold enough to freeze off a talon on impact, not that I want to. This war was so sudden. I’m wish I didn’t have to fight. But my queen ordered it, and I’m going to be loyal to the end. 
I just hope my end isn’t anytime soon. 
Jan 24
Our first battle was today. Juniper and I flew together, grim faced and not speaking, but comforting each other either way. We met up with a group of SandWings near the border, past the wall. Then we flew east and south, heading towards the mountains.
Then we ran into Burn. 
One thing they don’t tell you about SkyWings- one second you’re all by yourself, and the next you’re surrounded. We fought, Juniper beside me the whole time. I got a huge burn on my tail, and nearly got nicked by a SandWing barb. I made it through though, and so did most of the dragons from my village. I helped carry back one of our dead to give them a proper goodbye. 
Jan 25 
Why did we even come here? 
We fly all the way to the mountains, just to go to right back. We slid the bodies into the frigid ocean, hoping that the Great Ice Dragon will take their souls back to their home and families. I tried to help the healer, but he just snapped at me and told me that soldiers should stay soldiers. 
Why can’t I be a healer? Why do I have to be a soldier? What if I want to heal, not hurt?
I love my queen, and I love my tribe. 
But don’t other dragons, and don’t they deserve to live too?
Jan 26 
The battle today was very much unexpected. We were headed back to the mountains, for whatever reason, and was ambushed by SeaWings. What they were doing in SkyWing territory is not my knowledge. 
Ermine was killed. I tried to save her, but her life bled out onto the grass too quickly. I howled my pain to the sky, hardly heard amongst the hundreds of voices screaming in agony. 
One of our dragons was hurt. Ermine dove after him, and I followed. She tried to bring him back, but he was too far gone. She was sobbing into my shoulder. 
That was why I didn’t hear them coming. Three SeaWings came shooting out of the trees. I won’t give you the details of her death. But her dying wish, as I held her, now sobbing too, was to write these words. 
She hoped that one day, dragons would realize they need to help each other to solve their problems. She hoped that someone would read this, and know that the world was okay now because the war was over and the tribes were at peace.
Ermine was too young to die. I only knew her for a few days, but I know she was a kind dragon, one who only wanted one thing. 
One who wanted to look at the world, and fix it.
The end. The next story is called Sleet and Ice.
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