Epilogue

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Mistral had been in the cold damp prison for who knows how long. They put you in by tribe. Not Winglet. So she was stuck with Irbis and the others. She hoped Frostelle was alright. She wasn't with them. A cold IceWing- NightWing hybrid stomped by them with a bag and dumped a gray dragonet with dark blue and purple wings with white speckles. Like snow falling at night. "Frostelle!" She cried. The rest of the IceWings dashed over to the princess's side and started crying. Her green eyes fluttered open. "Wh-wha?" Squall looked at her nervously. "You were kidnapped by...ColorWings?" Frostelle hissed. "Ah! Nonono! This... isn't how... no. Panthera is dead. And I hope we can escape."

Queen Bluemoon looked at her sister calmly. "You actually succeeded." Hydrophobia looked up at her. "Of course I did. My last failure was merely a fluke. I didn't expect Frostelle would use her animus powers. Plus, Paperwasp is useless." Queen Bluemoon flicked her tail elegantly. "I suppose we could work now. Hydrophobia... would you do me a favor?" Hydrophobia nodded. "Bring me the SkyWing, Halo."

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