i sat in the snow and got ready for the first test. i got into my running position that everyone thought was to old to use. i pressed my wings to my sides and slightly leaned forward. go! yelled arctic and i shot away faster then the others could manage. i went over the rules in my head as i ran. i fount a patch of ground that wasn't coated in ice and ripped the dead, shriveled grass off the top. i dug for a few seconds until i found wet frozen soil. i scooped it out of the ground and dropped it into the coloum, my talons still numb from the cold. i ran over to a supply of wood and grabbed a stack. i set it down and began slamming flint and the tips of old spears together over a nest of the dead grass. yes! i yelled when i finally got fire. i dropped the patch of ground onto the wood and in no time i had a fire. i had been thawing the mud for awhile so i picked up the coloum but as soon as i did i dropped it and yelped. the glass was so hot. i carefully picked it up again and carried it to queen glacier and dropped it in front of her. she studied it. good. she finally said with a small smile. your first. i smiled and said. thanks. mom.