"So you're saying that our guardians want to kill a dragon we don't even know," said Sunny, her amber eyes reflecting concern. "They wouldn't."

Tsunami, with her scales glistening like ocean waves, countered firmly, "Yes, they definitely would. They'll do anything if they think it's right for the prophecy."

The young dragons turned their attention to Glory, whose once vibrant scales now bore a pale green hue. Locking eyes with Icemoon, she inquired, "What do you think?" The icy-blue dragon blinked in surprise. "Me? Why are you asking me?"

Glory shrugged, a hint of uncertainty in her voice. "You seem like the real leader here." The weight of their uncertain future hung heavily in the air, each dragon grappling with their role in the unfolding prophecy.

Icemoon let out a weary sigh and flexed her claws before exchanging a glance with Clay. "I may not be that, but regardless, I suppose we are just here to protect you," she said, shrugging her shoulders, the stars scattered across her wings shimmering softly in the moonlight. Glory sniffed in response. "I feel so much better," she muttered sarcastically, prompting Icemoon to shoot her a knowing look.

Clay spoke up with determination in his voice. "No, she's right," he said, casting a glance at Tsunami. "We will stop them."

"You don't need to get involved," Glory interjected. "This is my problem, not yours."

"How do you plan to stop them?" Tsunami questioned Clay, disregarding Glory. "Even all of us together are no match for Kestrel, especially with Dune aiding her. And I can't do anything." With a dangerous glint in her eyes, she bared her teeth, sinking them into her chains and tightening them dangerously around her neck.

"So we escape," Clay suggested. "Just like you wanted. We'll get you out of there, and we'll escape tonight. Right now."

"Escape?" Sunny piped up. Icemoon draped a wing over the golden SandWing, her spikes bristling. "I knew you two had something like this in mind," she said coolly, her spiked tail lashing as her black scales caught the light. Clay gave her a pleading look. "Just help us with this, Icemoon, please."

In the world of Pyrrhia, where dragons soared and legends were born, IceMoon, a majestic IceWing, gracefully smiled and left Sunny's side to meet Clay. The gentle touch of their snouts bumping echoed a silent promise of loyalty and support. "I will always be here to help you guys, Clay. Don't worry about that," IceMoon reassured with a glint of determination in their icy blue eyes.

"Seriously," Glory, the proud RainWing, interjected as apple-red stripes flickered across her ruff like bolts of lightning, "You don't have to burden yourselves. I'm the one who feels like an outsider here. I'll... I'll fight her, or maybe figure something out."

Clay, the sturdy MudWing, spoke with fierce resolve, "Of course, we have to take action."

"If escape were as simple as it sounds, we would have been free by now." Starflight, the knowledgeable NightWing, added his wisdom, "This is the only way out," he gestured towards the boulder that blocked their path, "and it's designed to be moved only by the strength of larger dragons."

In the dim light of the cave, a sense of unity and determination enveloped the group as they faced the daunting challenge ahead, each dragon bringing their unique strengths to the fore, bound by a shared destiny and unwavering friendship.

Icemoon gazed at Starflight with a mischievous glint in her ice-blue eyes, a smirk playing on her frosty lips. The icy scales along her back shimmered in the dim light of the cavern as she spoke, her voice tinged with a hint of frosty arrogance.

"Not only the big dragons," she purred, her tone laced with a cold confidence that sent shivers down Starflight's spine. With a flick of her tail, she sent a cascade of ice shards skittering across the cave floor, her serrated claws glinting menacingly in the shadows.

As Icemoon advanced towards a massive boulder, her movements were fluid and graceful, her powerful muscles rippling beneath her frosty scales. With a deft motion, she slid her tail under the boulder, preparing to lift it effortlessly with her formidable strength.

But before she could heft the massive rock, Starflight's emerald green eyes widened with concern as he reached out a talon to gently touch Icemoon's shoulder. "Don't, you'll break your tail," he warned, his voice filled with genuine worry for his frosty companion.

Icemoon paused, her smirk fading for a moment as she glanced back at Starflight, a flicker of gratitude in her ice-blue eyes. Despite her icy exterior, she knew that his concern was genuine, a rare display of compassion in the harsh world of dragons. With a nod of acknowledgment, she withdrew her tail from under the boulder, the icy cavern falling silent once more as the two dragons stood side by side, united in their unique bond.

She sighed, the weight of their situation pressing down upon her like a heavy storm cloud. With a gentle nudge, she tried to rouse him from his despondency, but his gaze remained fixed on the ground. Sunnya Gian, the dragon with her head lowered at the rocky outcrop, seemed lost in her own thoughts.

Suddenly, a growl pierced the air, a declaration of frustration and despair. "You guys are the worst," Glory's voice rang out, filled with a mixture of anger and sorrow. Her scales shimmered with a turbulent display of colors, angry reds mixing with somber blues, reflecting the turmoil within her.

Icemoon, his gaze sharp and unwavering, locked eyes with Glory. "You're one of us now, Glory. You've been a part of this world your whole life. We can't allow you to perish in these accursed caves," he declared, his voice firm and resolute against the backdrop of uncertainty.

As tensions simmered and emotions ran high, the fate of Glory hung in the balance, her destiny intertwined with those who stood by her side in this moment of reckoning.

Sunny, filled with excitement and curiosity, interjected hurriedly during a momentary lull in the conversation, raising an intriguing question, "Guys, what about the sky hole? In the study room, could we possibly ascend to it and find a way out?" Tsunami, with a hint of amusement, responded, "Oh, Sunny, that's quite far-fetched." Starflight, the voice of reason, chimed in, "It's simply too petite for us to pass through, especially for Clay."

Observing Sunny's dejected expression, Icemoon let out a soft sigh, her gaze filled with concern. "It's getting late," she murmured, as she approached Sunny and gently ran her snout along the spikes that adorned Sunny instead of a typical sail. "While you may possess the ability to attempt it, we are hesitant to risk your safety."

She stood up gracefully, her gaze piercing as she locked eyes with Tsunami. "I will come with some food for you, fish, right?" she stated firmly. Tsunami let out a weary sigh, acknowledging her offer with a subtle nod. The hybrid dragoness then made her way out of the cavern, a sense of duty weighing heavily on her mind. She was fully aware that they needed to depart, understanding the urgency of the situation, yet she found herself conflicted by the reluctance that arose within her as she contemplated the actions of her companions.

"Icemoon's heart jolted as a gruff voice echoed through the tunnels, causing her to startle. She quickly spun around to face Dune, who had emerged from one of the adjacent tunnels. 'Dune, hey,' she greeted him firmly, accompanied by a sharp nod. 'What can I assist you with today?' The imposing figure of the scarred SandWing approached her, his presence looming over her. He leaned in to sniff at her wings, his gaze sharp and calculating. 'I see you've uncovered information about Glory,' he remarked with a steely tone, hinting at deeper implications."

IceMoon let out a weary sigh, causing her tail to rattle softly against the ground. "We have... why have you kept her hidden from us?" she inquired, her eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and concern. Dune took a step back, his expression guarded. "Because you don't need to know about a lone RainWing. She's not important. We just found her to serve as a substitute for the SkyWing, nothing more," he explained, a hint of defensiveness in his tone. With a dismissive sniff, he added, "She has fulfilled her purpose. It's time for you to retire for the night."

IceMoon narrowed her eyes as she softly uttered, "Goodnight, Dune." With a gentle brush past him, their wings lightly touching, a shiver ran down her spine. It was clear that something was amiss, and she felt a deep sense of duty to help her friends escape, regardless of the risks it might bring upon them. In their unity, she found strength and resolve, knowing they were bound together as one, against all odds.