1000 years before the War of SandWing Succession...
"Kunai, I don't see why we have to go all this way just for some dumb book." Flytrap said, shaking the snow off his glistening wings.
"Flytrap, it's not just any dumb book. It's the book of Stealth. The animus Risk made it. It's full of so many things, not even related to the title! For example, -"
"Okay, okay, I get it. It's a cool book. So, why are you taking me?"
"Because only RainWings can open it and read it apparently. Must've underestimated them." Kunai winked. "From what I've heard, it was located in the IceWing palace, but then another IceWing stole it, but in the process, she was shot down somewhere around here in the snow. Around the border. They couldn't find the book, because there was a blizzard. I guess they gave up."
Kunai started to fly towards a nearby village. "Flytrap, you should probably change colors." Flytrap did.
They stopped at the entrance and landed in front of two dragons.
"Hi there, do you know anything about-" Kunai started.
"The book of Stealth." The first finished.
"No." The second said at the same time. "Not very much."
Kunai glared at them. They were IceWing twins. They obviously knew something, and they were obviously telling her, just not through words. Kunai nodded. The twins nodded back, and led them to a hut. Something was fishy. Then, she spotted a black blotch on both of their necks. They looked back at her, their eyes glimmering. In the hut, the black seemed to disappear.
"The Book of Stealth is in this room, and yes we know. We are constantly tracked and listened to. In this room, it disables the devices, but not for long." The first said.
"Hurry, they will be coming soon. You came at a bad time. Some IceWings come to inspect the place, and they kill outsiders, especially if they are not IceWings." The second said. "I'm Cluster, and that's Cloud. Our brother Grey is around here somewhere."
"The book is under the rug." Cloud remarked. "Hurry, the devices are reactivating. You're welcome." With that, they rushed out of the little yurt.
Flytrap went and flipped the rug over, revealing a doorway. He opened it and took out a thick book. He opened it, and there was a red flash...
