Hello there, readers!
Have you ever wondered why there are no hybrids seen in the years up until Burn's death? The answer is simple. For a dragon who loved to make a freak show of her fellow dragons, it wasn't difficult to round up hybrids from around Pyrrhia, outcasts as they were. She stuck them in 'Queen Burn's Private Menagerie'. Or, as it's known by it's inhabitants, the Prison of Colors. This story follows Snowfall, an eight-year-old Skywing/Icewing hybrid with a birth defect that affects her vocal chords and cognition with her arms and front talons. It takes place during/ before the Sandwing War of Succession and runs nearly parallel with the first arc.
Don't expect frequent updates; I just don't have time. But I promise that when I do update, I will let you know! (It's easier to keep track of updates if you follow me, just saying)
This story was uploaded along with another story, though it doesn't have anything to do with this one. It's got magic mafias. You should check it out ;) It's called Pyro-Mania.