Aurora's POV
Four years later...
Aurora was gliding over the tundra, scanning with her sharp, coal-black eyes for any prey she could bring back to the IceWing palace. The landscape was stark white, except for the occasional bush here or there.
There. Something moved. She glanced in that direction.
It was a caribou herd. Plump and juicy and tender ones.
Aurora's mouth watered.
Well, don't just sit here, she scolded herself. Go over there and catch them!
She swooped above them and hovered there, deciding which one she should kill.
The slowest? she asked herself. The juiciest?
She finally spotted one that seemed both slow and juicy-looking.
Aurora called on the cold inside her, the snowstorm within her that would never cease. She opened her jaws wide, and...
WHAT WAS THAT? she thought. She whipped around and... she saw the most bizarre creature she had ever seen. It was covered in so many furs that it looked like a bear... but there was no mistaking it. What she saw was a scavenger- and strangest of all...
...it was all the way in the arctic.
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Wings of Fire: The First Animus
Fanfiction𝗗𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗰, 𝗮 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀... Aurora is a normal IceWing, one without powers. Normal, and almost a nobody. So she doesn't expect anything to change when she goes hunting one day. Instead, something happens th...
