Wings of Fire: Sealing the Prophecy

== Prologue - 10 years ago... ==
CURRENTLY A WIP
= Part 1 - Snow and Vines =
== Chapter 1 ==
Seal was different than other IceWings.
How could she not be? A brown IceWing among pale scales, her frost breath with a tinge of odd heat to it like hypothermia. 
And it certainly did not help that she wasn’t even a full IceWing.
Her mother Pristine was advisor to Queen Glacier before Darkstalker’s plague ravaged Seal’s tribe, murdering her dragons in cold blood. But then the earrings came; the beautiful, warm, life-saving amber earrings that stopped most of her her tribe from dying to the horrible illness.  
Most of them.
But they had still lost their Queen and many dear friends to the plague, and even more so to the terrible battle that the IceWings and NightWings engaged in. Pristine had hardly made it out with her life, and Seal was so thankful to the dragons who had cast the enchantment when all the minds on the battle field linked up. Otherwise her mother may have not lasted through the war that was once sure to come.
But Pristine was still here, alive and well. In fact, she was right beside Seal, her wings held like diamonds and puffing out her chest to make sure the single circle on her necklace did not go unnoticed. It was unusual to see the scars etched across her mother’s scales. Usually they were as spotless and pure as Pristine’s name. Seal could tell that they irritated her; an imperfection that she would not normally allow, yet she never said anything. 
Seal and Pristine sauntered along the icy corridors, no sounds to be heard except the faint tinkling of their claws on the frozen floor. She didn’t quite know where her mother was taking her, but she thought it best not to ask when her mother was in her quietly fuming state. Unfortunately, Seal had seen it rather a lot since Queen Snowfall was crowned. When their thoughts were linked, Seal had heard Pristine’s mind hopeful but distinctly skeptical; I hope that Snowfall will still let me be advisor…It’s is such a huge weight, the crown…Is she strong enough?…I’m not sure. But to Snowfall the faint doubts must have gone unheard, because Pristine was still her loyal advisor. 
Seal held her head, tipping it to any high ranking IceWings she came across. Having to try so hard to keep the names of 1st and 2nd IceWings straight in this tribe was hard enough, especially when said IceWings whispered and snickered bout her ‘scale deformation’ whenever she turned away. This had made her an anxious, cognitive dragon, having to work harder to stay in 1st Circle than anybody else. But I am, Seal told herself, I am in 1st Circle, and nearly the top of it, too—Lynx is currently first, and I’ve passed her before.
For some strange reason, these competitive thoughts made her uncomfortable, so Seal simply focused on putting one talon before the other. She chanced a glance to Pristine, who’s sharp jawline was rigid and she could tell from years of identifying the expression that her teeth were clenched thoroughly enough to break dragon bones.
“I know you want to ask where we’re going,” Pristine said in a steady voice with a pinch of resentment. She was still looking forward, but gave Seal a sidelong glance.
Seal gulped, “Yes?”
Her mother let out a long, exasperated noise out of her nose.
“Snowf-Queen Snowfall wants me. Again. For what, I’m unsure, but it must be a good reason,”
“But…why am I coming, Mother?”
Pristine snorted quietly, a puff of ice coming out of her snout.
“Queen Snowfall wants me to train an apprentice,” she said stiffly, brow furrowing, “And who better to train than my own daughter, who has already seen these conflicts,”
Seal started, accidentally hitting a passing IceWing with her ice blue wings and receiving an exasperated growl.
Her? Really? Did Pristine actually think she could be the Queen’s loyal advisor one day, or was she merely biased? Did she really trust Seal with that weight, or just trust no one else?
“But-Me? Mother, are you sure?” Seal asked, flustered and still embarrassed about hitting the unfortunate IceWing with her wings. She held them closer and looked around nervously for Queen Snowfall nearby—if she had saw that…would Seal be moved down to 2nd Circle? Or even 3rd? After how hard she worked…how difficult it was for perfect, articulate Pristine to defend her oddly coloured dragonet…would one minuscule mistake move her dow-
“Of course,” Pristine mused, yanking Seal away from her spiralling thoughts, “You are the most capable, and you know how to keep a Queen’s secret,”
That hit home; the simple, throw-away statement sent Seal’s stomach twisting into a confused knot. She thought about the huge secret that Pristine, Queen Glacier and herself had been keeping from the entire tribe…Even Snowfall didn’t know, which made her feel guilty and conflicted. Apparently, Glacier hadn’t thought to tell her about Seal’s father, and Pristine certainly hadn’t.
“Maybe we should tell Queen Snowfall,” Seal murmured quietly, keeping her eyes on the ground, “It would make her less suspicious of us,”
“She doesn’t have to know, and she isn’t going to know,” Pristine snapped, making Seal recoil, “And when was she suspicious of us? She has no reason to be,”
Seal nodded and looked away as they made another turn, biting her tongue. She had been silly to bring up such a topic; Glacier’s secret had died with her, and Pristine would rather freeze to death than tell anybody about the shame she had brought on the tribe.
Why, oh, why did I have to be a hybrid?
== Chapter 2 ==
The snow had always felt weird to Seal.
It was cool and refreshing, yet freezing and wet at the same time. Her different tribe bloods would clash, the less dominant part itching for warm mud against her scales, sinking into the crevices between.
At the same time, that scene quite literally repulsed her. 
Why am I like this?
As she padded through the powdery substance, her claws felt cold and refreshed, but with a strange longing for something more that she always had. Her thoughts considerably dampened; how come this was her fate? What ifs formed in her mind, getting darker and deeper every time.
What if she was born a pure IceWing?
What if her mother had not cared for status or title and they had escaped this kingdom of ice and sleet?
And…
What if she had never been born at all?
“Seal,” a soft voice called, echoing along the walls of her cluttered mind, “Seal. Seal, come on now. No more of your daydreams,”
More like day nightmares.
“Seal!” Pristine’s voice turned loud and cold, snapping Seal completely away from her thoughts, “Dear, you will have to get that wandering mind under control. It wouldn’t be good for the Queen’s advisor to have these little reveries all over the place, would it?”
Seal swallowed, taking a breath and clearing her mind. A mist of snow fell upon it, burying the doubts and anxiety in a muffled pile.
According to Seal’s mother, Queen Snowfall had seen something…odd in the distance. She seemed very sure that there were SeaWings and RainWings coming to attack her kingdom, but Seal found that quite absurd. 
Why on earth would they do that?
But if they weren’t, then…
What were they?
Green and many coloured scales, Seal thought, her brow furrowing, what could they be?
Who could they be?
Coming from across the ocean…is there a chance they aren’t even Pyrrhian dragons?
Seal pondered this for a moment, but then cast away the thought. It was ludicrous; the stories of a lost continent across the ocean were merely fiction.
I mean…I think so.
“Alright. Queen Snowfall advised us to fly our way there from here,” Pristine straightened her neck and looked over the rocky, snow-topped cliff face they had stopped at, apparently scanning for any immediate dangers.
After a moment, she nodded, dug her serrated claws into the powdery ground, crouched and took off toward the pine trees below.
Seal stumbled toward where her mother had been, her cluttered talon-prints messing the articulate snow beneath. Craning her neck, she saw Pristine beckoning her mid-air, before twisting around and soaring downward. In the evening light, Seal’s mother’s wings looked like sunsets trapped in the scales.
Taking a breath, Seal gripped the bank and leaped off the cliff face.
For a moment, there was that peculiar dropping feeling in Seal’s stomach of beginning to fall from a great height. But then her wings unfurled and it was like she had been caught in a net of air. 
Seal shook her wings and twisted around, looking for Pristine. Silver-cream scales caught her eye and she dove down toward her mother. 
As Seal got closer, she saw that Pristine was flexing her talons, digging them into the icy-dirt below her.
“Ah. There you are, Seal,” she said cooly, noticing her daughter dropping down behind her, “The ground seems to get warmer on this coast. Maybe you’ll actually find some mud here,”
She cast a small smile Seal’s way and she returned it rather uncertainly.
Sometimes it was tricky to tell when Pristine was kidding or not. It wasn’t something she did a lot of, so there weren’t many signs you could learn after repetition.
Although, based on context, she was quite sure Pristine was joking this time; she certainly did not want the Queen to witness her ‘pure IceWing’ daughter rolling around in mud.
Seal padded across the frozen dirt, stepping lightly to avoid dirty talons. Gradually, as they walked through the forest of snow-capped pines, the dirt morphed into sand.
“The Queen said to meet on the beach coast. That’s where these dragons from across the ocean supposedly are,”
Seal squinted across the beach, and soon caught sight of a compact group of IceWings standing only a little away. She recognised the IceWing Queen, additionally noticing the small, delicate tiara between her horns. It was steel blue and had small gems incrusted in it.
Strange. But pretty, I guess. I haven’t seen that one before…I wonder where she got it from?
It sort of hurt her brain to look at it for too long, so she pried her eyes away and rubbed her temple. A small throbbing headache had begun to form, which was extremely weird and annoying, if you asked Seal. 
I’m going to have to take a closer look at that tiara, Seal thought. She uneasily turned to her mother to point out Snowfall nearby.
“Mother, I see Queen Snowfall. It looks like she is over there with Lynx and two IceWing guards,” 
Pristine wrinkled her nose and sighed, turning her gaze toward the sea. She then blinked once, twice, three times.
Seal tilted her head confused at the appalled look coming over her mothers face, and tracked her gaze down to the fading horizon.
For a moment, everything was almost blindingly bright, the sun just peaking through the line that ended everything she had ever known.
Seal winced and rubbed her eyes, but when they adjusted, she let out an audible gasp.
Dragons.
Hundreds, if not thousands, of dragons were flying across the ocean.
Toward the Ice Kingdom.
Seal must have not noticed them in the dim light combined with the bright sun that shielded the mystery dragon’s silhouettes, but now that she had seen them, they were impossible to miss.
Green, pink, blue, red, orange— there were countless colours shifting through the sky as the dragons flapped through the air.
As she looked closer, Seal could make out fatigued faces, but with unmistakable glimmers of hope etched across them.
But there was a crucial, almost unbelievable detail and really too Seal’s breath away.
Some of the dragons had two wings.
When she first saw, Seal thought her eyes were deceiving her, but, sure enough, when she looked closer she definitely could see two pairs of wings on the more colourful dragons. The majority were green and one winged, but they certainly weren’t the seaweed green of SeaWings. They were deeper somehow, more like plants or trees, and they’re wings were leaf-shaped, which was extremely odd. 
Suddenly everything clicked; the strange dragons, where they were coming from, what they were doing here.
“Oh, mother,” Seal breathed, her eyes wide and astonished. She spun toward Pristine, clutching her mothers cool talons and meeting her clouded blue eyes.
“I think we’ve found the dragons of The Lost Continent,”
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