The sky was just as Peril imagined it. No... not quite. It was so much more. 

     As her eyes looked up, she saw the stars in painted ribbons streaking across a purple abyss of red- pink- color. True Color. Not like the fake, dull tones of watery paints or scales masked in darkness. This is what color really was. What was hidden from her her entire life. This, Peril assumed was a sunrise... as had been described to her. But it surpassed all description. It was so... bright. Everything just seemed to emanate with insane beauty. It was so strange... so new. How amazing would a world truly be!? How had this been out here the whole time... this whole world and she never seen it! 

     This is the world i'm going to save. This is Pyrrhia. MY Pyrrhia. MY sunrise. And... it's beautiful... 

     Peril stood and watched the sky. The marvelous, wonderful sky. It was better than she could have ever imagined. But sadly... moments like this couldn't last forever. For a certain IceWing still stalked Peril from inside. 

    Hvitur launched himself from the cave, torpedoing towards Peril. The SkyWing caught in wanderlust suddenly snapped out of it, screaming and jumping to the side. She slid away, the grass caught her talons suddenly sizzling, burning up and sending the smoke up to her nose. A very shocked Peril looked down at the sight, an indent now where the grass once was. Just one little step... and just like that... she killed grass. Peril looked down at her talons as Hvitur starred at her. 

     "What did you think was going to happen, Peril?" Hvitur hissed, sending a shiver down Peril's spine and making her look up at the IceWing. "You got what you wanted now, girl. I guess I can't do anything to stop you from getting away." She stepped forwards, his menacing black eyes painted in an expression anger. She, too, at that moment realized what Hvitur had. The open world was just at her heels. She was... out of the cave. "And I can't do a thing to stop you. Not a Thing. So then go, burn up the world Peril. Destroy everything. No one will be able to stop you."

      Peril stared at him, speechless. What was she to do? She didn't wanted to destroy everything... she was a dragonet of destiny, so it was somewhat impossible for her destroy everything... right? Isn't that how things were supposed to work? If one had a destiny to save the world... they couldn't escape that and accidentally destroy everything... right? Was that just  wishful thinking? Between the two of them, there was silence for a few fleeting seconds. Peril didn't know what she wanted to do, where she wanted to go. She stepped back again, more grass sizzling beneath her feet. 

      "I might not be able to stop you," Hvitur snarled suddenly, cutting the silence. "But I can try. And i'll try with my DYING BREATH!" With that, the IceWing suddenly whipped through the dawning morning air, streaking towards Peril once more. The SkyWing jumped out of the way instantaneously, a scream escaping her throat.   

      "Help!!" Peril cried, wishing with all her might that her wings had been free, looking back at the bands still locking them in place. Those terrible golden, stone bands. Peril hung her head, yelling out again into the morning as Hvitur came for her. She could tell what he was trying to do, draw her into the water. In the water she was powerless. For some reason, her fire scales just stopped working underwater. Her one weakness. Hvitur knew that. And just behind them, there was a stream, actually. And Peril knew what use Hvitur was to make of it. 

     And so there she was, on the very bank of the water. She knew if she took a step back, she'd be killed. Hvitur wouldn't hesitate. She didn't know where else to go. Her back talon gradually slid into the stream, and a *shzzzz* rang  through the air as the fire inside her talon was suddenly silenced by the water. Her claw which had collided with the cold liquid suddenly went... cold. She despised that feeling, of the water closing in around... and making her feel such an alien feeling... coldness. Peril quickly dragged her talon from the stream, craving to feel the heat pulsing through her scales once again. She strangely shivered, hating the feeling of it. 

      However... Hvitur hadn't known that. Believing Peril to be ducked into the stream, the IceWing charged at the dragoness, smashing his black talons upon her chest.  In that moment, Hvitur yowled, his screamed alight with genuine, furious pain. Furious, FURIOUS pain. The IceWing thrashed and wriggled, in a sad, desperate attempt to rip himself from Peril's scales. The heat raced up his body, embedding it between his icy white scales and coating them in a haunting, ashen grey. It ripped at them, tearing them off his skin and melding them together and twisting them into mutilated, burned shapes. Hvitur finally fell from the young SkyWing, his now hollowed out eyes stricken in pain, in fury.... in horror. He seemed to crumble away, his lanky form dropping, and letting a single, ice cold breath. The husk of the IceWing fell to the stream, his horrific, melted form caressed by the water. 

Hvitur was dead.