It was an a few hours till the celebration and I still hadn't decided. I sighed and Fatespeaker turned to me, putting a claw to her muzzle. I narrowed my eyes, glaring at her back when she turned to pile scrolls on Starflight's desk. I looked back at the scroll in my talons: A History On Skywings. It was a whole lot more boring then I had expected. 

'Right, you guys can go now.' Starflight announced, signaling the end of the school day. I got to my claws swiftly, trotting over to Cliff. He was the one dragon I was sure about inviting and he could also probably help me decide on who else to bring.

'Psst. Cliff.' I murmured, eyeing him.

'What's wrong? Why are you whispering?' The prince murmured back, glancing at me quickly. 

'I have to tell you something.' I replied, looking at my talons as though there was a thorn suck in one of my pads.

'Ok, we're going to the Prey Center now anyways, you won't need to whisper there.' Cliff said, turning back to Apricot on his left side and resuming his chat with her. The Prey Center, that could work. I wonder who else was going to the celebration? Were Mite and Longsight coming? I hoped so. We trotted down the hallway, our winglet chatting amongst ourselves. Sandstorm stood a way away, scanning the scroll she had taken out of the library in a rush to finish studying by the end of the day. I padded over to her, curling my tail back nervously. 

'Hey Storm.' I said as she jumped back.

'Not now Timeturner! I'm busy!' I looked at my talons. Why had I expected anything else? I walked away over to Beach as she called over to me.

'No Time! Wait, I'm sorry!' But I ignored her; if she wanted to be like that so be it. I had other friends, I didn't need her anymore. I turned around to look at her again but she was gone, her tail disappearing behind a bend in the hallway a far behind us. Maybe I shouldn't have been so harsh, she was obviously going through a lot. Great. Now I felt guilty. I shook my head, trying to clear the emotions stampeding through it. 

The passage began to widen and I could hear loud whispers echoing from the Prey Center. Probably gossiping about the oncoming party, I guessed. When we entered however it was not what I had expected. Groups of three dragonets had separated from their winglets, gossiping in corners or shooting questioning looks at other dragonets around the room. The bits and pieces left of the winglets had gone to all stand together, arguing about what was going on in hushed voices. Our winglet however was the only one to stick together; catching or retrieving fruit from the pile, sitting down together to talk and sharing pieces of fruit that tasted better than others.

 I felt a prickly sense on the back of my neck and turned to see Mite waving at me quizzically. I nodded in reply and he turned to Longsight, whispering excitedly. No doubt telling him that I too was going to the celebration. That brought me to thinking: why was there a celebration? There didn't seem to be much to celebrate if you asked me, though I had nothing against the party, it just didn't sound practical if there was no point. And who was this mysterious host? I glanced around the Prey Center, pretending to be looking for a good, live piece of prey. It was hard to tell; you couldn't see half of the dragonets faces because they were so busy whispering in each others ears about their new secret. I also couldn't come to understand why the host would invite dragonets he or she possibly didn't even know! Where was the point in that? And why only three dragonets from each winglet? No, I could answer that one. The host didn't want it to be too crowded in case it became too obvious. But then couldn't the host just invite dragons they knew instead of all these random ones? 

My train of thought was interrupted as Cliff beckoned to me, no doubt wanting to know what I wanted to say. I stumbled over to him, tripping on my tail as I got up and knocking my broken leg against a stalagmite, this involved a lot of screaming at myself as quietly as I could, but I eventually made it over to the Prince.

'What did you want to tell me earlier?' He asked, looking around warily for anyone that could be eavesdropping. 

'Cliff, there is going to be a celebration tonight; there was a scroll left outside yesterday morning saying so!' I said, sitting down with a thump and righting my back leg so it was in a comfortable position.

'Really? Why didn't you tell me this earlier?' He asked calmly, glancing over at the small groups surrounding us with suspicion.

'I wasn't sure whether to pick you. The scroll was very specific on who to bring, only two friends. So that is you and... I haven't picked the other yet.' 

'Wait, when is the celebration?' He asked and I could practically feel his mind racing with excitement.

'Tonight, just as the sun begins to lower.' I replied, curling my tail beside me so it didn't get stepped on.

'Who else will you pick? Apricot?' The prince asked hopefully, looking behind me and the yellow Rainwing.

'I'm not sure, I wanted you to help me decide.' I said, Cliff turning his amber gaze back to me.

'You don't want to pick her, do you?' He asked without a hint of anger.

'I do- its just... I feel like I need to repay Shard, need to show her something fun because she seems so... timid. But at the same time I want you to have Apricot with you because you are such good friends and would have a great time.' I replied, knocking Sandstorm off my mind guiltily. Cliff nodded understandingly, his horn ring glinting in the light from the outside world.

'It's ok, pick Shard. I understand. Plus, I think Apricot would find a way to sneak along anyways, whether she knew, been invited or even was hated by the host, she would probably find a way.' Cliff replied, getting to his feet. 

'Right. Let's go tell them then. Quick, while Belch have moved away.' The prince shuffled over to the rest of the winglet. Belch was the nickname we had given Beach and Squelch. It was much easier to call them that then say both of their names separately, especially since they were always together. I followed along behind him and watched as he told the girls, silently praying that we wouldn't be caught by the Founders. Who knew what they would do if they find out about the party? If they found the host, would he or she be kicked out of the school? Or severely punished? The questions swarmed around my head as we headed back to our dorms to prepare. Was this party headed for disaster? Who was this mysterious host and why was there a party in the first place? Who else would be coming? And most important of all: what would Sandstorm think if she found out?