Fire and Ice, The Diary of a Hybrid

== February 23, 5020 AS ==
Father has suggested that I start a diary. He said that ever since Mother died, I should start recording my thoughts. He said it would help with the despair. I shall try to tell my story as accurately as I can. 
My name is Storm. I am a SkyWing-IceWing hybrid. If any of my IceWing tribemates read this diary, they would berate me about putting SkyWing before IceWing. My father’s name is Wolf. My mother’s name was Phoenix. She lived in Possibility. My father doesn’t like to speak of her. 
Father met Mother as he was flying to the Mud Kingdom to fight. His battalion landed upriver from Possibility for the night. A group from the city came to ask them if they would like to stay within the town limits. Father used to say that as soon as he set eyes on Mother, he decided that he wasn’t going to be a mindless IceWing soldier anymore. Grandmother likes to say that he would have been better off as a warrior. 
Father accepted, and the battalion moved into one of Possibility’s many inns. In the morning, Mother came back to check on them. Father took her to the river, and they talked for hours, until Father realized that the battalion had left without him. He always said that he didn’t care. He said that he would have left his tribe to be with her always. When he said that to Mother, she said that she wanted to stay with him, but didn’t want him to have to leave his tribe forever. 
Father said that he would stay with Mother as long as he loved her, which he said would be forever. He didn’t know that Mother was keeping a secret from him until the days before she died. 
Mother had a brother named Inferno. He was aggressive and violent, and Mother didn’t like him very much. She said that he was the reason she had run away from the Sky Kingdom. 
When Father found out Mother was with egg, he was shocked. He loved Mother, but hated hybrids. We have a wonderful father-daughter relationship. They argued, ignored each other, then argued some more. When I hatched, Father didn’t want anything to do with me. 
The first three years of my life were in Possibility. I could fly, I could swim, I could run, I could hunt. I was free. 
I also didn’t feel like as much of a freak, because there were more like me. Nobody was exactly like me, but there were other hybrids. One of the kindest was a dragonet named Citrus. She was a RainWing-SkyWing dragonet. Her father was Mother’s friend, so I knew her early in my life. It was wonderful. 
Then Inferno came. 
One day, Mother received a letter. I will never forget the expression on her face as she read the words written on that slip of parchment. Her scales went pale, and she collapsed into Father’s arms. They went up to their room, leaving the scrap of parchment on the table. 
I had picked it up, and read it. I remember every word. 
Sister,
I know your secret. I know your love. 
I am coming for your precious IceWing mate and hybrid daughter. 
This is your last week with them. Use your time wisely.
-Inferno. 
At first, I wasn’t sure what it meant, but then I realized that Mother’s brother was coming to kill me and Father. I didn’t know what to do. 
Mother and Father stayed in their room for the rest of the night, so I collapsed in my pile of blankets with my mind full. 
The next day, Father told me that we were going to the market, like we did every week. Mother handed me a squirrel for my breakfast, and told me and Father to have a good day. They acted like everything was normal. 
A week later, I was sitting with Citrus in my room, talking about our favorite scroll. 
The door banged open, and Citrus and I fell silent. I could hear Mother telling Father to run, and Father insisting that he wouldn’t leave without her. Mother entered my room, her face grim. “Storm, we’re leaving. Citrus, you should go home.” I didn’t know what to say or do. I knew that Inferno had come for us.
I heard a crash from the kitchen, and Father’s scream. Mother whirled around, and jumped out of my room. I heard the sounds of a fight. Mother screamed. I gasped, and ran out of the room. A red-orange SkyWing stood over Mother and Father’s bodies. I stepped backward. The SkyWing leaped at me, but I never felt his claws. 
Instead, I felt the heavy thud of a small hybrid hitting my chest, thrown backward by the force of a deadly SkyWing. Citrus jumped at the SkyWing again, slashing her claws across his throat. The SkyWing fought back, slamming his back talons into Citrus’s chest, and clamped his teeth down on Citrus’s neck. I stepped back, horrified, as I watched the battle.
Citrus was able to knock the SkyWIng unconscious, but she died in the process. 
I collapsed by the bodies of my parents and my best friend. My tears spattered the ground. 
My father stirred. His neck was bleeding badly, but he was alive. He groaned, and said “Storm. We’re going to the Ice Kingdom. We’ll be safe there.”
We’re camped in the wasteland between the Ice Kingdom and the Kingdom of Sand. I don’t want to go to the Ice Kingdom. I’d rather go to Sanctuary or the Scorpion Den. Father says I’ll like it there. But I know he's wrong.
== February 24, 5020 AS ==
The Ice Kingdom is very cold.
It’s not surprising. I knew it was going to be. But still it’s not as cold as the IceWings that live here. 
Apparently Father is a prince. He is Queen Snowfall’s uncle. Glacier was his sister. Now I’m supposed to be called Princess Storm, but nobody calls me that. Not even Queen Snowfall. 
I live in the palace, but it seems like more of a burden than an honor. The palace means even more dragons to stare at my pale red scales, and my large SkyWing wings. 
Father has taken to ignoring me when I walk around the palace. It doesn’t help. Everybody knows that he’s the father of the strange hybrid dragonet that ran away for four years. I’m surprised that Queen Snowfall accepted him back into the tribe. 
I miss Citrus. She was a fun dragonet to be around. I’m sad that she’s dead.
Next week I start my first IceWing training lesson. I’m absolutely terrified. 
== March 3, 5020 AS ==
Training is terrible. I hate it. Everybody hates me. 
The first day, I show up in one of the Ice Palace’s many courtyards. Around ten IceWing dragonets are already there. As I land, they all fall silent. They all stare at me for a minute, then they all look away. Except one. I don’t know his name, but his face is still in my mind. 
Ice blue, with lavender freckles across his snout, spine, and wings. His face is kind, and his eyes are like the sky, sometimes cloudy, sometimes clear. 
We learned about IceWing history. Most of it was about how IceWings are superior to every other tribe. I sit in the very back of the classroom, and nobody ever talks to me. I might talk to the handsome IceWing tomorrow, but what if he laughs at me? What if he thinks I’m a freak? What if he teases me? I don’t know. I’m not sure what to do.  
== March 5, 5020 AS ==
The handsome IceWing spoke to me today. His name is Flurry. He’s in the Third Circle. I don’t have a ranking yet. I’m not sure if I’ll ever get one. I’ve never even looked at the rankings. I usually stay up in my room, reading scrolls and thinking about Citrus and Flurry. 
He asked me if I had ever been to the Sky Kingdom. 
I said no, I haven’t. 
He asked me my name and ranking.
I told him my name, and said I didn’t have a ranking. 
He said that was peculiar, and then he told me his name and ranking. 
I had looked at my talons, and said that I didn’t like IceWing school. 
He chuckled, then walked away.
IceWings are so mysterious. What does he really want? To get close to me and then break my heart? To actually develop a friendship? To try to get to know me? Maybe I’m overanalyzing the conversation. I hope he talks to me again soon.   
== March 7, 5020 AS ==
I had one of the worst days of my life today. 
We did battle training in school. I bet you can guess how that went. 
Everybody wanted to fight with me. Except Flurry.
Mistress Icefloe said that we would switch partners several times, so I was in luck. (That was sarcasm, by the way.)
The first fight was with a white IceWing who looked like he could easily crush an iceberg in one talon. I received a claw across my chest, a stinging tail across my snout, a bite mark on the vulnerable part of my tail, and several kicks. 
The second fight was with a female IceWing that was lavender. She was stronger than she seemed. I got several punches, a bloody nose, and countless scratches. 
The third fight was with… well, I’m not even going to list them anymore. I don’t want to think about it. I am very injured, and Father couldn’t care less. I barely even see him anymore. 
The last dragon I fought with seemed like she was actually trying to kill me. I got nailed in the face with a blast of frostbreath. Flurry left the classroom to fetch the gift of healing, the narwhal horns enchanted to heal frostbreath wounds. I wonder if anybody else would have done that. I catch myself thinking about Flurry more and more often.   
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