The Smoldering Flames

== Part 1: Frozen in Ice ==
=== Prologue ===
Smolder was flying, faster than he had ever flown before. All three of his sisters were dead, and the SkyWings were coming and all he could do was fly like his life depended on it. Because it did.
He didn't know what would happen to the Sand Kingdom without any heirs. He didn't particularly care either. All Smolder cared, ever since Palm had been killed, was staying alive. 
He'd gotten quite good at it too, figuring out just how much he could test the patience of his sisters. But mostly, he just tried to stay out of their way. Hang around the palace, tell other dragons if there were problems but never never never solve anything himself. He'd woken up last night to the sound of screams. He'd come out to find Blister dead, Oasis and Burn fighting, and Blaze cowering in a corner. Before he knew it, all three heirs and Queen Oasis were dead and by the next day, so many SandWing had fled the palace and SkyWing were coming to claim the desert for their own. Smolder had fled when he heard that.
So now here he was. Flying, flying, flying, flying. Flying like he could outrun a SkyWing. Flying like there was anywhere for him to go. Flying like maybe he could find some way to survive this situation. 
But he knew the truth. No matter where he went, Smolder was doomed.
=== Chapter 1 ===
Frost stood in the courtyard of the Ice Palace, staring up at the wall of rankings. Her name was in the Seventh Circle, above all the newly hatched dragonets, but below everyone else. That wasn't a suprise. In fact, the only major suprise on this list was the placement of Prince Winter, who had been dropped down to the top of the Seventh Circle for the discover of his excursions to the woods to look for scavengers. Those were Glacier's words, not hers.
She adjusted her stace, feeling her serrated claws grip the ice underneath her talons. It felt good, cool and smooth.The climate was pretty much the only thing she liked about the Ice Kingdom, and she'd been pretty vocal about all the things she didn't like. That was why she was in the Seventh Circle to begin with.
One of the dragons near her gave a curious look, and she realized she had started slumping. She snapped her wings back into formation and listened as Glacier droned on and on about the changes to the rankings. She drifted in and out of the words until she heard Glacier say, "And now, we have some seven year old dragonets who will be moving to the adult rankings."
This was the only part that she actually cared about. Not where they would put her in the rankings. She couldn't care less about that. But where she was assigned would determine her future for, if not forever, than for a long time. She was sure she wouldn't get a good placement, but a average one was what she was hoping for. Probably too much to ask them to give a Seventh Circle dragonet, but Frost could dream. 
"Frost and Prince Winter have both turned seven today, and as such, they must be moved to the adult rankings and assigned to their position."
Prince Winter, who was standing near her, looked rigidly perfect, as always. She wasn't sure how she felt about him. He was interested in scavengers, and seemed to think for himself more than the some of the other IceWings, which was nice. But then on the other talon, he had that same smug aura that all the royal dragons had, and it was exhausting being around him too long. He thought he was so perfect, like every royal dragon ever. Ever so often though, she thought she saw a hint of insecurity inside of him. 
Frost straightened her wings again and listened to her assignment. Her tail dropped just the slightest bit. Don't worry, Frost. I'm sure you'll be fine. After all... how bad can it be?
=== Chapter 2 ===
Where-the-Waves-Meet-the-Shore was the worst outpost any IceWing, in the history of the Ice Kingdom, had ever been assigned to. It had probably been designed as a torture device, for IceWings who the palace deemed unworthy. That might not even be an exaggeration, considering that only Seventh Circle dragons were ever assigned here.
It was always creaking and floating on waves, so that it seemed like the iceberg it was built on might crumble into dust under their talons at any moment. It was also really boring. She didn't know why anyone had bothered to built an outpost here, it wasn't like any dragon ever came this way. There weren't even any dangerous animals around here, and it wasn't an area where snowstorms often came. It was just a random area of frigid ocean and sheets of ice. And there was no library, which was one of the worst things about it. Frost missed scrolls. She missed reading them, and deciding whether she agreed with their ideas, or whether she had another opinion. 
But by far the worst thing was the dragons. It was abundantly clear that she did not belong with these dragons. Most of them were dragons who'd been hurt enough so that they couldn't really fight anymore, but they were too high up in the hierarchy to be kicked out of the rankings completely, so they got assigned here. Most of them had an aura of despair around them, as if they'd given up on ever getting anywhere in life. A few boiled with rage, but none of them were angry at the system, like Frost was. 
She straightened her spine as she saw Prince Winter pass by. He'd been assigned out here too 
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