(Inspired by Wings of Fire - Book 8, Escaping Peril. Spoilers!)

Peril could not stand listening to these two fighting about who gets Darkstalker’s scroll. It was driving her INSANE. She wished she could just STOMP ALL OVER THEIR FACES TO MAKE THEM SHUT UP. But, they were Turtle’s friends, and Turtle was pretty much her only friend (beside Clay and maybe Sunny).

“I know about animus magic, my tribe has gifts from animus dragons! I know how to use it usefully!” Winter growled at Qibli.

“Well, I’m the one who first met Turtle, the animus! I should have it because I learned from him and I would use it usefully. And, your the one who abandoned me and Moon!” He snapped back, tugging on the scroll.

Turtle was sitting with his webbed talons over his ears, looking like he just wanted to not even exist right now. Peril was sitting next to him, with a frown watching the chaos.

“Alright, enough!” Peril growled, stepping between the two. “Drop the scroll. Now, or I will rip it out of your hand even if it melts.”

They dropped it.

Peril took a deep breath, with smoke out of her nostrils as she crushed the scroll under her talons as it burned.

“There. Problem solved!” She sighed as Winter and Qibli was staring at her.

The mountain shook like a earthquake, as if it was crumbling. “Uh.. This is a strong earthquake!” Peril shouted, trying to stay steady on the cliff they were on. She glanced over at paralyzed Moon who looked like she was mumbling something. “Jade mountain will fall under thunder and ice..” Moon muttered with a terrified look. “unless the lost city of night can be found.”

“What do you mean—“ She started, but heard a /crack/ in the mountain, and looked up as a huge black nightwing arose from Jade Mountain.

The Nightwing stared down at Peril, cleared his throat and said, “Ah, Hello Peril. Thank you for freeing me. I’m Darkstalker.”

(If some info is wrong, please don’t be mad! It’s been awhile since I’ve read book 8.)