Two months had passed, and still, the Nightwings on the volcanic island hadn't made any moves. The quiet stagnation was starting to weigh on Icemoon. More and more RainWings were vanishing without a trace, leaving behind a rising tension that hung thick in the air. It wasn't just the disappearance of her fellow tribe members that troubled her—it was the fact that no one seemed to know what was happening, or if they did, they weren't saying anything.

The sun had set, casting a deep orange glow across the rainforest, but Icemoon couldn't shake the unease gnawing at her. She stood at the edge of the village, her sharp eyes scanning the darkening jungle, flicking from shadow to shadow. Her wings twitched nervously as she thought of her friends, the ones who had disappeared without a word. What had happened to them? And why was no one talking about it?

"Icemoon?"

She turned, startled for a moment, before relaxing when she saw Starflight stepping forward from the shadows. His amber eyes held a knowing glimmer, and his wings were furled tightly against his back, though they seemed a little more at ease than before.

"Hey," Icemoon said quietly, managing a smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Have you noticed anything strange lately? More dragons disappearing... and no one talking about it?"

Starflight nodded slowly, the furrow between his brows deepening. "I have. It's like the RainWings are just... vanishing into thin air. Some of them leave without saying goodbye, others just aren't here one day and never come back. It's unsettling. And Deathbringer and his group? They haven't done anything to help us either."

Icemoon's claws dug into the ground beneath her, frustration building up inside. "Exactly. We've been waiting, training, preparing, and nothing's happening. It's like they don't even care."

"We don't know that for sure," Starflight said gently, walking over to stand beside her. "But you're right. It doesn't feel right. We should be doing more, Icemoon. We can't just wait for something to happen."

Icemoon let out a sharp breath, her tail flicking in agitation. "I agree. But what can we do? I can't keep sitting here, wondering if the Nightwings are planning something—and if they are, why aren't they telling us? We need answers."

Starflight hesitated before speaking again. "Maybe... we should confront them. Go to the Nightwings on the island, ask them what's going on. We can't afford to be left in the dark anymore."

Icemoon glanced at him, her gaze piercing. "You're right. I can't stand by and wait for things to spiral out of control. We need to get to the bottom of this—before it's too late."

She stood up straighter, the weight of her decision settling in her chest. "Tomorrow, we go. We speak to them. It's time to find out what's really happening."

Starflight gave her a determined nod, his wings fluttering once as though to shake off the doubt. "I'll stand by you, Icemoon. We'll figure this out."

Icemoon's heart steadied as she felt a renewed sense of resolve. The mysteries that plagued the rainforest would not be left unsolved. Whatever it took, she and her friends would get to the truth.

But as they stood there in the darkening jungle, the feeling of dread grew stronger. They were moving closer to the unknown, and Icemoon couldn't shake the fear that the answers they would find might be more dangerous than they could ever imagine.

SCENEBREAK

The next day, Icemoon approached Glory, her wings fluttering nervously as she asked, "Glory, can I speak to the tribe? I need to explain my plan."

Glory, who had been sitting on a nearby branch, looked down at Icemoon with a thoughtful expression. "Of course, Icemoon. Everyone's gathered in the main clearing today, so now is the best time."

With a quiet nod, Icemoon made her way toward the clearing. The village was alive with activity, dragons chatting, sharing food, and preparing for the day. As she entered the clearing, her presence caught the attention of many, and the conversations quieted. Icemoon took a deep breath and stepped forward, her heart pounding in her chest.

"I need your attention," she called out, her voice steady but firm. The RainWings and a few other dragons turned to face her, their eyes filled with curiosity.

Once everyone had gathered, Icemoon stood tall, her star-speckled wings spread behind her. The quiet anticipation in the air only made her more determined. "As many of you have noticed," she began, "we've been losing dragons. RainWings have been disappearing—without warning, without explanation. And so far, no one has done anything to stop it."

She paused, letting the weight of her words settle over the crowd. "I'm not one to sit idly by, watching our tribe fall apart. I know there are forces at play, ones we haven't fully understood yet. The Nightwings are involved, and it's clear that they've been taking our fellow RainWings. Some of us have gone missing, and it's high time we do something about it."

A murmur spread through the crowd, and Icemoon glanced around to see faces of both concern and agreement.

"I have a plan," she continued, her voice unwavering. "We can't sit back and wait any longer. It's time to take action. We need to go to the Nightwing island, confront them, and if we have to, we'll fight to bring our missing dragons home. If they want to take us, then we'll show them we won't go quietly."

There was a tense silence as Icemoon let her words sink in. She could see the uncertainty in some of their eyes, but there was a spark of defiance in others. She stood her ground, meeting each gaze.

"I'm not asking for everyone to join me," she said, her eyes flicking over the group. "But those who are willing to fight, to save our tribe, I need you. We can't wait any longer. We need to move now."

At first, no one spoke. But then, Tsunami, who had been standing to the side, stepped forward, her voice loud and clear. "I'm in. If there's a fight to be had, I'll be there."

Clay, ever the loyal friend, nodded his head in agreement. "Me too. We can't let our tribe be taken from us."

Sunny fluttered her wings, a determined look on her face. "Count me in. We've been waiting long enough."

One by one, dragons stepped forward, agreeing to join Icemoon's mission. Glory, who had been quiet until then, perched on a nearby branch, watching with a thoughtful expression. After a moment, she spoke up.

"I'll stay behind and make sure the village is protected," she said. "But I trust you, Icemoon. If you think this is the only way, then I'll support you."

Icemoon's heart swelled with gratitude. "Thank you, Glory. We'll bring them back."

The tribe gathered together, united in their cause. Icemoon's plan had been met with determination and loyalty. The decision had been made. Tomorrow, they would set out for the Nightwing island and face whatever dangers lay ahead.

As the meeting broke up, Icemoon stood at the edge of the clearing, watching the others make their preparations. For the first time in weeks, she felt a sense of purpose—a sense of hope that they might finally take control of their fate and bring their missing dragons home.