That was the first time that Peril had ever killed a dragon. But it certainly wouldn't be the last. 

      Peril stared at his terribly, hideous melted body, the look of an IceWing who had body slammed a dragon literally made of fire. What did he think was going to happen!? You can just JUMP at a FIRE. Peril didn't know what to do. She didn't know why she felt so disgusting, so evil and twisted inside. Hvitur had only brought pain and suffering to her life. Why did she care now that he was dead? Or that she had killed him!? She had always wanted to do that. And now she had. Why did it hurt so bad, then? To see the revolting, stomach lurching sight of Hvitur charred to a crisp. All ashen gray and black and broken. Dead. 

     Peril stepped back, shaken. He hadn't an idea what to do, where to go. She was indeed completely clueless. 

     Genuinely, comprehending everything that just happened was a little... much. For some reason Morrowseer wanted to kill her, Hvitur tried, she uh, BURNED THROUGH A FREAKING ROCK. Now she was outside, experiencing life for the first time. Right after THAT happened she had FREAKING KILLED HVITUR. Peril felt cold. She hadn't ever felt cold, and it was impossible for her to feel that way anyways... but nonetheless she still felt that way. cold.   

So there the young dragoness stood, alone and cold as the morning continued, and Peril starred up at her world. The tree tops kissed with dawnlight, the gentle sound of bumble bees whizzing through the air, the bubbling of the brook, and the cerulean violent pools of IceWIng blood and the corpse of Hvitur's charred husk of a body being washed over by the water. Everything here felt out of place. Everything here felt very, very wrong. 

     Peril felt wrong. 

Her talons felt wong. 

Everything within her world seemed as if it was broken on this forsaken, dreaded dawn. This dawn where the quiet stream seemed to be crying out with pain and the breeze seemed to carry echoes of dragons dying screams, as their bodies were ripped away into the wind, and another soul was taken by war. And all of a sudden, in the midst of this morning, Peril seemed to  come.... alive. As if there was something new within the horrific unprecedented event of the dawn. However, as to the true reality, it was so much more than the dawn of the morning. 

It was the dawn of a dragoness. 

Of young Peril, whose life would be changed. 

The dawn of Embers just being to Rise.  

A/N

Sorry for the short chapter 😅