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== Prolouge ==
A dragon tries to wake up in the middle of the storm. Lightning pierced the dark clouds. Hvitur tightened his grip on his fragile freighter; If he could cross the mountains he would be safe. He had escaped from the Heavenly Dragon Palace unseen, and the secret cave was so close... but his flight had not been as stealthy as he thought, and his eyes as black as obsidian were already from below. The huge dragon tree on the edge of the mountain has pale golden scales that radiated heat like a desert horizon, and its squinted black eyes watched the gleam of silver wings high in the clouds. The bugea with its tail and behind it the other due to draghi rose into the sky and was thrown into the heart of the storm. A penetrating cry echoed through the mountains among my claws grasped the dragon of the ice pale as the moon. “Tie her mouth,” orders the drago in attestation while his soldiers dropped the hvitur on the wet and slippery ledge in front of her. He was already inspiring, soon at Attackcare. "Quickly!" One of the soldiers held a chain of several of his burning arms. The hurled inside the museum of the dragon tree of ice, sawing the jaws with all its luminous scales. Hvitur gasped. “Too late” the bifida tongue of the sand dragon loosened from within and out of its mouth “you will not use your icy and deadly breath on us, dragon of ice” “I was wearing that, fiery queen.” One of the soldiers said he had the body of a dragon. Burn squinted at the egg in the pouring rain. “It's not an ice wing egg.” she said. "Stolen from Skywing Palace." IceWing protected him. A hissing steam surrounded its snout, where the hot chains meet with cold silver scales. “You thought you went unnoticed, didn’t you?” He said burn. "My ally IceWing is no fool. The Scarlet Queen knows everything that is happening in her kingdom. Her lookouts have reported that a rogue IceWing has escaped and she has decided that finding you could add a little violence to my boring visit." Burn held the large egg up into the firelight and turned it slowly. The bright red surface is pale and smooth. "Yes. It's a flying egg about to hatch," Burn sang. “Why would my sister send you to pilot a sky-winged dragon?” “Blaze hates all dragons, as young and as good as she is,” thinks an assistant between Lluvia drumming on her elder's horn. “Unless…the brightest night in the morning…” I left the message. Mangiare a scorpion. A venomous sting overpowers the pulsing eyes of Hvitur. You're not part of the Blaze Army, are you? “Tacchi Peace? I said one of the soldiers. “Do you want to decide that they are real?” Burn resolved. "It tastes like blood pie. Specially catene. You can't freeze them until their escamas have cooled." The huge dragon on the ring is now attached to the color that has been closed to remove the catena. “Tell me, ice dragon, do you really believe in that pompous old NightWing prophecy?” “Didn’t you pass dead dragons for your wars?” Hvitur grandet, making noise from the pain in his jaws. “All of Pyrrhia has suffered in recent years. The prophecy says…” “That doesn’t matter to me. Some prophecy doesn't decide where I'm coming from. Flaming interruptions. "I've never seen a mountain of words or baby dragons chosen when I die or before what I see. We can stay calm when my brothers are dead and I'm the queen of the Sandwings." Its veiny tail blames itself on the silver dragon. The rain was falling on the stairs. I looked at him carefully. "The dragonets are coming, whether you like it or not, and they will choose who will be the next SandWing queen." "Are you serious? Burn God a little further and I turned the color slowly between his arms. His double tongue slid in and out of his smile. "So, IceWing. Is this part of your pathetic prophecy? Hvitur sat quietly. Burn hit the shell of the ball with a wide shot. "Hello ?" shouted. "Do you have a little destiny dragon inside you? Are you ready to climb up and end this great war?" "Leave him alone," says Hvitur. “Tell me,” said Burn, “what happens to your perverse prophecy. What if one of the five dragons never hatches?" "You wouldn't do that," he said. "No one would harm a dragon egg." to help save the world," Burn said: "What a sad, sad story." Oh, terribly important!” With an exaggerated thrust, Burn meant that the wet egg had slipped between his heels... You can already see it by the cost of the cliff which has made the rocky darkness of the lower part. "No!" Hvitur shouted. He shook off the two soldiers and threw himself toward the edge. Burn the neck with its enormous claws. “Too much for destiny,” sounded. “So much for your tragic little move.” "You're a monstrous," IceWing gasped, writhing under his claws. You are worried about despair. "We will never give up. The dragonets... the dragonets will come and put fine di questa war." Burn it out loud: “Even if they do, it will be too late for you”. I make perforations on the edge of the frizione placcata, distributed in half with the agonizing sand. With a quick movement, roll the vein to the width of the skull and extend the length of the piastra to the width of the edge of the cliff. The sky dragon sands were cut long before the bones of your body collided with the rocks of the rocks. SandWing flew over our black eyes with his welds. “Perfect,” he said. “That should be the last we hear about that stupid prophecy.” Spread over the claws so that the rain washes away the shine of the dragon blood. “We go to the bus more than my mother.” The three dragons spread their wings and fly after the shadow. More late, beaucoup more low, a great dragon of oxyde color stops near the rocks as long as the bodies round the dragon in the sky. Separate the cola and remove a fragment of the small vessel, then slide into the maze of attached small vessels. The walls of Pierre are full of roses on their flowers. A column of asps claims to restore the chimney at the edge of the dark zone, on the top of a mountain. “I am with the Garras de la Paz,” he raised a voice from the shadows. "¿Cernícalo? ¿Estás ahí?" “We hope for wings of fire,” replies the red dragon. There is a blue and green SeaWing, aware of the garden drip. "But...Skywing's body..." "Roto," he said. “If he has an idea.” About, Webs. “Anyway,” he said. "Tomorrow is the brightest night. The three moons will be full for the first time in a century. The little dragons of prophecy will be born tomorrow." “Well, one of them is already dead,” Kestrel says. The colors shine in your eyes. "I know I would like to see the SkyWing myself. I want the Royal Sky. You will not capture me a second time." Webs grimaces and his claws scratch the gills along his neck. "Asha is dead too." "Asha?" A jet of flame lit up Kestrel's nose. "AS?" "Caught in a battle between the fires of Blaze and Blister on the path, when he saw the red mudwing egg, he died and caused his undoing when he was dudu." “As only we, Dune and I create the little ones I love,” Kestrel grouses. "For a prophecy that can never come true. Let's break the broken now and take care of them. We'll be there just before the Garras de la Paz return for the dragonets." “NOT!” The webs are detected. “Preserving the lives of dragonets in their years to come is more important than any other life. If we don't want to be part of this…” “Okay, that's all,” Kestrel hoped. "Be the dragon more than the Talons of Peace. I need it. No matter where it comes from, you evil little dragons." I watched the human fall to the ground, rubbing his scarred palms. "We think at least one of them will be a SkyWing." "We encountered a fifth dragon." Cloths were swept away and beds scraped against the rock. “There is no way to regret the King of Heaven, you fool.” yes, I say. "Now they will closely monitor the hatchery." “So if I read it with anyone else's tone,” I said in my voice. "Rainwings don't even count their eggs. I could sneak them out of the rainforest without anyone noticing." "Of all the horrible ideas," Kestrel said with a shudder. "RainWings are miserable creatures. Nothing like SkyWings." "We have to do something," Webs said. He lifted up when the last part felt the sound of rust shaking on the steel. "Eight years from now, the children of peace will come looking for five dragons. The prophecy says five. And we will fulfill it... whatever the cost."
== Chapter 1 ==
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