How long had it been? Six days? Six days since she's been here. Six. He was being stupid, he knew. Infultrating Mellowbrook camp at this time? He was asking for it. His training as a scout should help though, he hoped.

     The sun had slowly risen in the east and procrasted its light on the vast canopy of leaves. Frostbite took his same route, edging around the front desk. It was still early enough so dragons weren't awake. Good, it meant he could still get the evidence. The books looked like they hadn't been touched since he scavanged the office two days before. His eyes darted back and forth, checking for any wandering dragons. No one. He silently slid under the desk and dug around the back, someone had moved the books around. He needed to find the same year.

     He glazed his eyes around corners, up on shelves, under desks and along the walls, he had no clur where the book went. He waa running against the sun, which was steadily rising in the horizon. He was digging through a shelf in the back when he caught a glimpse of something. He arched his head toward the main desk and peeked outside. Still no one. He glanced at a small stack of books underneathe the desk and found the ones he had moved two daya before. Bingo.

     He lightly grasped the book he needed in his talons, opening the pages to find the same dragons he saw before. He wondered who these dragons were, or who they used to be. He skimmed his eyes over so many missing dragons, removing them all and keeping on Calcite and Storm. How did this institution manage to incorporate all dragons? How did Melody's parents meet? Was it the camp or them that caused them to leave? Could the beginning of the war be the answer?

     Calcite. It sounded like such an elegant name. And Storm, it sounded strong and chaotic, but from his reputation, also calm and recollected. He wondered how they managed to do it. How did they manage to survive all odds? Two entire kingdoms working against them. It was incredible how they survived. He closed the book and took time to observe the cover.

     "Now to destroy this thing," he said holding it tightly.

     "Well well well," a voice said. Frostbite felt like he'd heard that voice before, but he couldn't remember from where.

     A large dragon loomed his head over the desk He stood on the outside and laid his talons on the stone, scraping them creating streaks. He had metal around his wrists, those were only for soldiers or guards. He had either taken them or they were given. He had deep indigo spikes and pale purple wings. The Ice Dragon gave a menacing toothy grin.

    "What's there to hide Frostbite?" The dragon asked stepping over the desk and into the room.

     "Nothing-" Frostbite said trying to toss the book like he didn't care for it, but before he knew it it was swatted out from his claws. "Hey!"

     "Hmm," the Ice Dragon flipped through the pages, finding a certain page. "Calcite, Calcite, Calcite. You've evaded me for so long," he sighed. He stopped on Calcite's description, then paused, looking at a yellow page that had stuck out from the book.

     "WAIT," Frostbite tried grasping the book, but the Ice Dragon darted outside and glided into the air, hovering while reading the book. Frostbite tripped over the desk.

     "Storm huh?" The Ice Dragon's eyes lit with fury. "I thought he was dead." He hissed.

     "Give the book back, or else-" Frostbite yelled.

     "Or else what, you'll hurt me?" The Ice Dragon laughed. "The Queen will be pleased with this information, thank you for doing the work kid." He sneered and flew off.

     Frostbite stood up, ran, and darted into the sky. He needed to get back to the Ice Kingdom before it was too late.

     He needed to save Melody.