Thread:Rose thorn rocks/@comment-28494541-20161126172920/@comment-27281349-20161126185934

skreems also

hmm

The storm is coming- it must be stopped

Or Night and Ice will both be lost,

But there is hope- in dragonets eight,

that were not born to this war, but brought by fate.

Three Dragonets of the night with strong mind and will,

shall lead the fight, but never kill.

Wings of sand, coated in gold, 

will bring forth ancient legends, never told.

Wings of frost, they will cease

the fighting, the war, and bring us peace.

A hybrid breed, who goes untold,

moments soon, her story unfolds.

Small wings of the ice

fall, pay the price,

for mistakes, not of her making.

Whilst crimson wings, red and bold,

will stoke the raging fires of war

there is more to this story, yet to be told,

'only by the resting wings of old. '