When the Three Moons Collide

If you're curious what the hecc this is, I'm remaking an old fanfiction where four minor dragons who are dead are reincarnated. Yeah, soooo original amma right?
I might let people submit OCs to it if they want IDK.
==Blurb==
For all his life, Horizon was never important.
From failing at tests in school to his blabbering sister who was always in the center of attention, no one had really cared to risk a single glance at him. He wasn't the most smartest of dragonets, yet he loved reading scrolls and books, along with battling his best friend Agave. Even Horizon understood that he wasn't the most popular or well liked dragon out there.
Until, that is, a NightWing came to his hut, knocked on the door, clipboard in talon, and began saying that he was in a prophecy of some sorts.
==The Reborn Prophecy==
When the sky is dark and one moon shines
four dragonets begin to thrive.
From the frozen tundras to the blazing hot sands,
four new heros once dead and wasted rise from their lands.
When two moons shine and come closer,
a new danger threatens Pyrrhia.
As the third moon rises and reaches the two,
it is up to them to stop their doom.
==Prologue==
Truthseeker peeked over the snow and watched a group of IceWings.
In several minuites, they would all die.
She instinctively gripped for her knife and continued to watch them. Her gaze swept across the area as they chatted along the edge of the sea. The cold waters lapped at the shores, and the dragons laughed and drunkenly clinked their glasses together.
Amongst them was their leader, Gentoo. They were a fine, fit commander covered with obsidian armour. A spear rested in their talons as they watched their soldiers enjoy the final hours of the day. From far over the ocean, the sun was slowly crawling beneath the icy blue waves, and the sky began to shift into a gentle purple with hints of red and yellow. Salmon pink clouds began to shift into a dark purple and slowly floated across the sky, the slow wind not affecting them.
She narrowed her eyes and waited quietly. The dragons were dumping what was left of their drinks into the ocean and setting up their tents. Gentoo yawned and walked toward them, joining a random IceWing and heading to sleep.
Perfect, Truthseeker said, celebrating her silent victory. She pulled out a dagger and held it tightly. Dagger, I enchant you to kill dragons as silent as possible once your blade touches their throats. And, like that, she got up from the ice and walked toward the tents.
Walking quietly, Truthseeker slowly zipped open the tent and touched her dagger to her first victim's throat. With a powerful slice, the dragon had already been killed, blood dripping from his throat. And so, she continued, until she finally arrived at Gentoo's tent.
She went inside, and stared down at the dragon. Beside them was another IceWing, Gentoo's armour near them. Looking at the two, Truthseeker could feel her blood boil. She had to kill Gentoo without using her magic.
She couldn't risk killing someone who tortured her for so many years die with feeling no pain.
Truthseeker slit the other IceWing's throat, and exited the tent. She dropped her weapon and opened her wings, clapping them as loudly as possible so Gentoo would hear her. Her jaws opened wide and fire came out from her throat, landing directly onto the tent. And, in just seconds, the tent went into flames.
She landed and listened to the screams of Gentoo. The IceWing ripped at the tent and fell into the ground, fire eating hungrily at their scales. Truthseeker watched with no emotion in her eyes as Gentoo's scales seemed to practically melt. And, like that, the leader was dead, and so were their soldiers.
And, like that, Truthseeker jumped into the sky and flew away as fast as she could, unaware that she had left behind her knife.
==Chapter 1==
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