Queen Ember suddenly charged at Volcanic, her tail raised up and ready to attack, for she knows she cannot use her fire against Volcanic's fire proof scales. Volcanic swiftly jumped out of the way of her mother and spun around, facing her. Foolish move, mother, Volcanic thought with a smirk. This was the moment Volcanic had been waiting for. The moment when she was facing Ember's back side; her vulnerable side. Volcanic jumped on her mother's back, pinning her to the ground. Queen Ember hissed as she lashed her tail wildly against the ground, trying to get back up. Without hesitation, Volcanic twisted her mother's head to the side, making an awful cracking noise.

She dropped the head of her dead mother then whirled around, slashing her tail spike deeply across Queen Ember's throat. Volcanic was pretty sure breaking her mother's neck had killed her but she wasn't taking any chances.

The sound of cheering HeatWings came from all around the arena. That was it. She had defeated her mother for the throne. Finally she was queen of the HeatWings.

A grin crossed Volcanic's face as she raised her head up high and spread out her wings. "I am the Queen of HeatWings now," she said, her voice booming across the arena. The arena was inside the palace walls but had no roof, so it was open to the sky, and it was filled with the famous black spikes that are immune to fire, the same material the palace was built out of. (The black, fire proof spikes were all around the volcano. Volcanic didn't know how they got there but it's not like that mattered. Why read scrolls when you could be doing something important?) She didn't get why someone hadn't removed the spikes from the arena already.

She glanced over at a ledge that was raised higher than the others. There stood her little sister, Ash, watching her. No way would Ash ever challenge her for the throne. Ash was clever, but not clever enough. Volcanic would kill Ash in a heartbeat if she ever tried to take her throne.

Volcanic's black, ash grey, and blood red scales shined in the light, despise the few cuts on her sides and her stomach that were bleeding. She didn't really worry about those and she didn't care if they scarred. Volcanic always thought wounds and scars showed how dangerous she was and they warned others to not get on her bad side. Besides, she was thinking about more important things like, how now, she could finally show the greatness of the HeatWings. Show that they are the superior species of dragons. Make the other dragons bow down to her, and if anyone stood in her way, well, she'd kill them right then and there with no hesitation at all.