The Daring Dragonets

Prologue
Hypothermia threw her knife up into the air, bored. ''Arghhhhhhh. This outpost isn't important. Boo! Hiss! ''She sighed, thinking about her name, blazing at the...bottom of the rankings. She had always been a disgrace to her family, never really caring about the rankings. My life shouldn't be determined by a number on a wall. She thought, shifting uncomfortably. But when she finally mustered up the courage to tell her parents that, she was demoted to the bottom of the rankings until she "got her life on track". So now she was here, guarding this stupid outpost. But she wasn't totally bored. Hypothermia threw her next knife into the air. Then another. And another, until their were at least six knives in the air. Hypothermia had learned how to juggle knives about a month ago, and it was growing on her. A knife clattered to the ground as Hypothermia sat up sharply. The was it. The IceWing's here didn't need her help. So, she would go somewhere that did. In that moment, she had her bags packed. ''Maybe the Scorpion Den. ''She thought, already flying. ''I hear they have interesting things. ''She smiled and looked towards the bright sun, and the even brighter future.

Chapter One
"Sure." The SandWing said, leaning casually against his spear. "I know where you can find a show like that." He gestured noncommittally towards a group of dragons bustling around a building. Hypothermia nodded.

"Thanks." The SandWing yawned, looking bored. Hypothermia rolled her eyes and walked down the street. She tapped one of the SandWings on the shoulder. Unlike the others, this SandWing wasn't working. He was just standing their, a scavenger in his hands, watching the other SandWing's set up poles and carrying around giant pieces of fabric. The SandWing was sand-yellow, with black wings and a strange black underbelly. He looked wealthier than the average SandWing, with rings and bracelets sparkling on his claws. He swung around at Hypothermia's touch and smiled at her warmly.

"Yes? Are you here for the show? We aren't set up yet, but you're welcome to watch!" He smiled, revealing giant dimples.

"Um. No. I got word that their was a..." She trailed off, trying to remember what other SandWing called it. "Circus around here. And I kind of...well...wanted to join." A brief look of surprise crossed the SandWing's face, but it was swallowed with a grin. He scratched his neck, thinking.

"You can prooooobably join, but I'd have to run it by with Glide first." He smiled and Hypothermia desperately wanted to ask who Glide was, but instead she said,

"Well, I'm Hypothermia. And you are..." She widened her eyes at him.

"Oh! My name is Donkey. And this is Squeal." He held up the scavenger, who was staring at Hypothermia with large, green eyes. Hypothermia nodded. "Come on. Let's go in." He ducked into a small, white tent that was rippling in the wind. Hypothermia pulled back the flap and stepped in. Inside was a pair of RainWings, a purplish NightWing, a completely white SeaWing, and a brown MudWing. The NightWing stared at her with intelligent black eyes.

"From the north, one will come, with daring tricks galore. Beware the one who will speak the lore, her tricks aren't the only one." The NightWing's eyes glistened. Hypothermia shivered.