"Hey! Whispermist, where are you going?!" Secretkey asked after him. But he was gone. "Who cares? He was just one dragon; we are four. YOU shouldn't care, Secretkey," Shadowscale scraped a claw against her thick scales. Though it didn't hurt, it was as every drop of obnoxious as Shadowscale intended it to be. "Knock it off, Shadowscale. We should go," Skyflame growled. "There's a problem with that, sis: We don't know where to go or how to get there!!" Gladeguard pointed out, smoke billowing from his nostrils in frustration. "How about we fly?" Skyflame said, "And I feel this kind of tug on my Goldscales. Like... something calling out." A "Goldscale" was the dragon way of saying heartstring. "Same here. Can't you feel it, Gladeguard?" Secretkey asked her brother. "Yeah, I do. What about Shadowscale?" Shadowscale snorted in response. "Puh-leeze, I am the one superior to all you scalers. I don't feel the same childish 'tug' as you do." He said. "In your dreams, jerk," Skyflame answered. "Maybe he doesn't feel the pull because he's got no heart for the voice to tug on!" Gladeguard whispered. Shadowscale ruffles his ears. "I HEARD THAT!" He growled. "Cmon, guys: lets get going. I'll lead." Secretkey said, as she turned around and took flight. The others followed in her wake. "Excuse me, could you SHOVE OVER?" Shadowscale knocked Secretkey from the sky, taking her place in lead. It took her a few moments to regain her wings. "Jerk!" She yelled at him and blew smoke from her nostrils. "I just hope I know where I'm really going," she thought to herself. "Or we will all fail our mission, our destiny; therefore, we will be doomed."
TWENTY-FOUR MOONS LATER
"Starsong, look! A shooting star!" Pepeleaf nickered. The young mares and stallions were looking up at the black roan sky, admiring the pasture and stars. "Make a wish!" Moonglow said, and they all nickered. Then they closed their eyes and made a wish. I wish... I wish that my fallen sister would return, so I could meet her, Starsong wished. They opened their eyes in turn. "What now?" Snowflower asked. Starsong fluttered her silver dipped white wings, getting up. "Let's go for a fly. My wings ache," she suggested. "Good idea!" Ghostmoon said. They got up and began to fly. Starsong, being one of the fastest flyers in the herd, took lead and the others banked off her. They flew for hours, often bumping into birds and other creatures that roam the night. "I'm hungry," Lakewind whinied. Riverberry nickered. "You're always hungry," she remarked. After a few more minutes, Moonglow groaned. "My wings hurt," she said. "Really?" Starsong asked. The starfire made her stamina, speed, strength, and so on increase, so she still had a few good more hours in her. "Mine too," Pepeleaf complained. "Okay, that's fair enough. Let's go back," Starsong suggested. They turned around and began flying across the pasture. The sun hinted the first few rays of pink and orange and yellow, right across the sky, splitting the black roan pasture. Suddenly, something collided into Starsong, sending both things summersaulting backwards. "Waht the-?" The thing cried. "Hey," Starsong paused in the sky, looking at her opposer. She was black with a white star on her forehead. She had golden wings dipped in black. A golden mane and tail. Her eyes were amethsyt purple. "Who are you?" Starsong asked. "And wat is your business here?" The other young mare looked up. "I am Echomoon, foster daughter of Starstrike and Moonlight, fallen sister of Starsong. My duty here is to find my true family." At this point, all jaws of Starsong and her friends were nearing the ground. "What? What is it?" Echomoon asked. Starsong gulped. "The dragons... they told me about you. I am Starsong, sister of Echomoon." Starsong said. "And Echomoon, you, my sister, have returned."