Wings of fire a new generation: The Stronghold Battle (book 3)

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"I knew that sounded familiar." Sandshard said.
"Maybe it can help us with the message you found." Magma said. The two dragonets were in a special cave for guests to stay in. It was also currently where Magma's five younger siblings were staying.
Crane, the smallest of the bunch, was cuddled up next to Magma. Jay and Robin were play fighting. Kestrel, the largest of the bunch, was trying to eat Magma's tail. And Sparrow had fallen asleep near Sandshard's talons.
"I don't think I've ever seen a dragon this tiny." Sandshard said.
"They are really tiny," Magma said. "They're also only four days old."
"Back to the message, this means that the message translates to 'Persephone will rise again.' I don't know about you, but that sounds kind of threatening." Sandshard said.
"What sounds kind of threatening?"
Magma turned her head and watched as Poison Oak walked into the cave.
"What are you doing up at this hour?" Sandshard asked. Night had fallen some time ago, and almost everyone in the school was asleep.
"I could ask you two the same thing." Poison Oak pointed out.
"We're just talking about something Sandshard found on his little journey in the Lost City of Night." Magma said.
"What did you find?" Poison Oak asked.
Before either one of them could answer, a loud scream pierced the air.
Magma paled, quickly realizing who was screaming.
"Who is that?" Poison Oak asked.
Magma gulped. "My mother."