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It is a dark night. Two moons were full. I fly over the new arch of Possibility. This town is my home. I hatched here. Living with my dad, Clueseeker. He is cool. Like a cool dad who has stuff from the Night Kingdom when he was younger. Its weird but I love weird stuff. I cannot stop myself asking about everything it was like living in the Night Kingdom to my dad. We live near the arch as Dad made it himself, taking 8 years to build before I had hatched
"Artic, you're doing it again..." says Dad.
"Sorry," I say.
"Dinner's ready by the way!" Dad yells.
"OK!"
I fly down and land on the roof of our house. I climb down and hopped onto the chair, grinning.
"WHy do you always have to fly all over town," Dad ask. "Arctic, I named you after a flawed yet good dragon who told me to be a better father than him. I named you in honor of him."
"Yeah, yeah," I say. "About being smart, not goofing around and just go to school." I stare into the purple NightWing's eyes. "I don't want to do that! I wanna be a hero!"
He sighs and just hands me my plate. "Son, why are you not normal?"
"Because I am crazy!" I shouts. "And I read a lot! And draw! And write!"
He sits down and shakes his head. "Arctic, this could get you kill. Your hpyerness. We live in the aftemath of the NightWIng IceWing war, dangerously close to the border of the Ice Kingdom. Queen Diamond still hates my tribe!"
"Dad," I say. "Where is the rest of your tribe?"
"I don't know," Dad says. "After I saw Prince Arctic died, your step-grandmother took me to somewhere near the Rainforest. She didn't wanted to follow the rest of the tribe. So, I do not know."
Dad misses the Night Kingdom. Always staring at a statue his mom took from the NightWing Royal Palace as his tribe fled the Kingdom and didn't need it! So she kinda stole it? Yeah, funny.
"Dad?" I ask. "I wanna be who I want to be! You keep telling me what to do, what I should eat, read and whatnot. I'm my own dragonet!"
"You're three for moons sake!" Dad shouts.
Grandmother hear what's happening and comes into the room. Oh three moons. She's like a goddess. Her scales are black with spots of purple on her talons and her eyes pink. "Clue," she says in a calm, orderly tone, "Can I talk to you," She bats a eye at me. "In private?"
Dad gets up, follows Grandmother out of the room. I decide to spy on them
"There was a IceWing patrol spotted west." She says. "They are boxing us in. More and more dragons are trying to write to their queens for help. This will be war, I see it in the timelines.."
"Mom." Dad says. "I can't leave Arctic here. He's too little, too chaotic. He won't survive a war without help."
"We have to escape." She snaps. "The timelines will end in our deaths if we stay."
"But-but--" Dad starts.
"Clueseeker," Grandmother cuts him off. "In two days, me and our family will be leaving town to seek shelter in the Sky Kingdom."
Ok. I decide I am gonna be a hero by stopping this war. I fly around.
A shining thing catches my eyes. "ooo!" I say. "Whats this?"
I land in the sand and dig. It's scroll case. I open it and take the scroll out. I unfold it and start reading it. I grab my can of ink I had in my own travel bag and realize that I can do magic by just writing. i always wanted four wings! Dad said I can't! HA! Looks who have magic!
Echant Arctic II the IceWing to grow a second pair of wings.
I feel the two new wings growing. I gasp and leap into the air, flying with four wings. "A DREAM COME TRUE! I CAN SAVE THE TOWN!"