Peril never thought that she, of all dragons..... would be a dragon for a prophecy...  like sure, she new that she'd stop a war one day, no big deal. But how was she going to make anything good again?  Just because you stop a war doesn't mean you save the day. Dragons were gonna die anyways, inevitably... So what if the dragons just got more mad at you? You surely can't make everyone happy, right? And... a prophecy? The prophesied dragonets were supposed to make everything happy again! So what was she supposed to do in the first place? How could a dragon like her make everything happy again?

Morrowseer seemed to have the same question. 

      "Who is she" Hissed the huge black NightWing. Like sure, she'd heard that dragons were big, but this big?! She'd never seen someone so huge! Then again, she'd only ever seen 7 other dragons  in her life. But, still, Was this normal for NightWings!? Would StarFlight be that big one day?? 

     "This is Peril" Webs said, the little SeaWing climbing up from behind her. Obviously, he avoided her completely as he did this, stepping around her still, sitting form. His little, dark green eyes blinked at Morrowseer, his calm voice trying to keep peace in this very.... complicated... situation. Morrowseer stared down at Webs. An emotion came over his face, something like humor or irritation, she wasn't exactly sure.

     "Peril?" He inquired, shifting his gaze back to the little dragoness. "A strange name for a SkyWing. Why 'danger'? What's so fierce about her"  The way that last sentence slithered off his smooth, black tongue made Peril cringe. He hated her  already, just because of her name, she hadn't even done anything yet! she turned her eyes away, slightly rattled. Her gaze met that of Dune's, who had a sentence, in reply to Morrowseer's last comment, written very plainly on his face; oh, if only you knew...! 

     A moment of silence past, leaving Morrowseer's question unanswered. 

      "What?" The NightWing demanded. "Why is everyone being to quiet!" Webs stepped back, Morrowseer's sudden outburst seeming to spook him. He narrowed his eyes. "Is there something wrong with her?!" There were only 4 dragons in the room, Her, Dune, Webs and Morrowseer, and none of them said a word (The other dragonets had already with him, which she had heard hadn't gone well. Dune suggested she meet the NightWing individually).  

     Morrowseer grew closer to her, towering over the little orange and red dragonet. 

     "N-n-no, there's nothing wrong with Peril." Webs shuddered out, trying to muster up some sort of confidence. It went back to silence after that, broken up by Morrowseer's low growling. Peril tried to think of something to say- something to do- anything! But all Hvitur had told her was one simple command. 

     DON'T MOVE. DON'T LET HIM TOUCH YOU. DON'T LET HIM GET TO CLOSE. 

     So that's what she did, she sat very still in Morrowseer's gaze, not moving an inch. She couldn't. She wouldn't let herself. She wouldn't let herself make Hvitur angry with her...

Morrowseer's gaze locked onto the little dragoness like a hawk.  Peril's breath caught in her throat, trying to still her spinning thoughts. He can hear your brain, Peril!! She scolded herself. She wanted to slap herself and walk back into her lil' cave, never to remember this horrifying moment again. She hoped it would be over soon... she hoped! Morrowseer sneered at the little dragonet, attempting to approach her.

      "Why is she so still?!" He growled, aiming his talon to strike her. In a panic, Webs threw himself at Morrowseer. 

     "D-Don't touch her!" Webs stammered, afraid. Morrowseer sharpened his eyes and grumbled. 

     "What are you doing, sea-scum!" Morrowseer hissed to the little teal SeaWing. He grabbed him, throwing him off. He skidded away across the stone until finally he slammed right into a stalagmite. 

     "Webs!" Dune shouted, rushing to the SeaWing's side. He looked at the hazy SeaWing. With his poisonous barbed tail nervously lashing behind him, Peril was left at the mercy of the NightWing. 

     "This SkyWing's apart of the prophecy. She's practically MINE"  Morrowseer growled, towering right above Peril's snout. "I can do whatever I like with HER."  He looked over at the Webs and Dune for a  split second. "Come with me, SkyWing" He started away from the others, clutching Peril by the wing, his talon meeting her scales.