Alrighty, here we have the next part

Now, please don't bother/speak with me afterwards cus I need a well-deserved nap after writing this whole thing.

Also, there's some gore-ish stuff, and I ask you make inferences as you read, not afterwards.

Yay, I forgot the guesses and to mention the host, ArtemistheNightwing

For my guess, I think it's a . . .
You've so many tribes, this is difficult

Well, it says trapped in a cold being, so maybe it's like an IceWing? And by the magic of another, I feel like it's similar to Winter's bro, when he was trapped in the body of another dragon by Scarlet's animus.
And then only powerful in mind, so maybe they still have the mental capacity to think their own thoughts.
They're supposed to keep a cool facade(enough with the puns, RaiN), but they're really dying inside - metaphorically speaking - so that's why it's called "Silently Screaming."
I didn't include your tribes in my guess because I forgot what they are and I kept getting distracted.

Now, without further ado, let us begin.

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Pain. Suffering. Despair. Three fundamental truths I wish I needn't have witnessed. But life has a funny way of showing you its interior, doesn't it?

For three years the continent has been at war, and countless souls have been ripped from their corpses. Rivers of blood itself trickle through any water source, but yet it continues.

These dragons are insane, mirthless, and ruthless. They will stop at nothing to see their enemies' heads perched atop their thrones.

And so the needless death that swaths Pyrrhia rages forth.

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"Run, go, RUN!" She could hear the screams of the agonized dragons behind her, and she blinked away the hot tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. Moor was behind her, but limped heavily after being struck in the arm by an arrow. She turned and looked through the warm, wet film in her eyes, but despite the horrific scenes of the village, she couldn't help the surge of affection towards him. Despite the fact he was wounded, he had a look of pure determination etched upon his young features.

She turned abruptly into a ditch covered in heavy brush, trying to conceal her heavy breathing at a time. "M-Moor?" she breathed, not daring to raise her voice. A rustling in the shrubbery later, he was by her side, an easy grin on his face that didn't meet his silver eyes.

"Hey, are you all right?" He looked paler than usual, his talons trembling as he reached for her own. She nodded quickly, the lump in her throat swelling. He gave her a significant look, her eyes locked onto his. They were mesmerizing and reflective, and for a heart-stopping moment she realized something that wound its way to her soul, and the waterways broke at last.

She gave him a shaky smile through watery eyes, and he opened his mouth, but the words never left him; his once meaningful gaze glazed over in pain, and she looked down to see a spear driven into his chest, royal blue blood dripping from its point. Blood dribbled down his lip, and fell forward onto her, limp, dead.

She looked up with terrified eyes to see a RainWing drenched in blood, a spear tip attached to his tail, which was driven through Moor's rag doll body.

She gave him one look and ran. She ran like her life depended on it, and perhaps it did. She didn't stop even as vines slapped at her face or as rain pelted her neck. She ran, but with a sudden lurch, she fell to the forest floor. She lay on the earthy ground, unmoving.

Silence other than the occasional cawing of a bird and the relentless rain on the leaves above.

After what seemed an eternity, she turned her head a fraction of an inch to see what had tripped her. And her eyes softened at once. There, hidden poorly in the leaves, were two eggs. By the looks of the dragonets silhouetted against the tender shells, they seemed ready to hatch. She felt a surge of an unfamiliar feeling, one she realized with a heart wrenching feeling, was the admiration she had felt towards Moor her entire life. She set her cheek to the closest one, feeling the warmth, the steady pulsating of a heart beneath the shell.

She closed her eyes, urging the bile in her throat to stay at bay as she remembered the cold eyes of the dragon she'd grown with and learned to love. A silent sob racked her body, and she tried fruitlessly to muffle a cry of despair.

She let the steady pitter patter of the rain against the dense canopy lull her senses to numbness. Then, with a thought unlike her own and tears in her eyes, she whispered to the pair of eggs. "Stay hidden . . . Stay safe."

And with that, she stood on shaky limbs, and retreated from her temporary haven into the war beyond. With an unusually steady voice, she called to the oblivious dragons: "My name is Lluvia, and I accept my inevitable fate."

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Wowie wow, that took longer than I perceived.

Anywho, definitely not my best, but it helped me with a certain plot

Anyway, boiiii