Soon, the six dragonets were heading towards the Ice Kingdom. They were just above the border to the Ice Kingdom, when Petrel stopped in mid air. The icy cold air around him stopped. He thought he could hear something- someone. When he turned to the dragonets, they were still flying, full speed ahead. 

"Stop. Did you hear that too?" Petrel asked, as the dragonets stopped in their tracks, obediently. Petrel looked down, to find a dark purple dragonet walking with a white IceWing, with purple and blue spikes, on her back. Petrel knew exactly who the dark purple one was.

He got into position to dive. He folded his wings, and soon he was diving towards the soft snow. "Wolfsbane!" The IceWing yelled, pulling him away from where Petrel was heading. Soon, Petrel hit the soft snow, only to realize it was not soft at all.

Everything around him started getting darker, and darker by the second. He felt so cold. When he tried to move, his limbs felt stiff, and heavy. The dragonets were flapping their way down to him by the second, but they were too late. Everything was black. Petrel tried to get up, but his forearms wouldn't do anything. Slowly, all the sound around him was gone, and he couldn't feel anything.

"Petrel?" An airy voice said, from above him. "Is that him?" "Yep. The You- Know- What." Another voice replied. "He's dead, you can say the word." another one said. "Yeah, I know, but he was-" "Stop that! He wasn't born under three full moons! It's not true. It's just a myth." The first voice said, but the second voice interrupted it. Petrel opened one eye, just enough to see that the voices were Wolfsbane, and the iceWing, and another, darker IceWing. "He's waking." The lighter colored IceWing said in usion with the darker one.

"Hello! I am Storm, and this is Aurora." Storm said, pointing to Aurora. Aurora was a beautiful IceWing. Most of her scales were bright white, but the scales around her eyes were blue and purple, long with some of the scales leading down her neck, and her wings. Her spikes on her back, and tail were blue, and purple. her eyes had such hope in them, it was hard to be scared. She looked at him, as if she knew Petrel.

Storm was a dark grey color. The tip of his snout was so grey, it looked like stone. He had black diamond shaped going all the way down his body, and along his tail. His wings were black, and the outside was white. He had a smile plastered on his face, and his eyes were welcoming, but soon, they turned into confusion, and hatred.

"How are you alive?" Storm yelled at Petrel. "Was it true? Were you really born under three full moons, instead of one?" Storm looked as if his head were about to explode. "No?" petrel said with a look of confusion on his face. "I don't know what you're talking about!" Storm turned to face Petrel, square in the face. "Stop lying to me Hybrid!"