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Tension Rising Garble found himself standing before the Elder of his tribe, wondering why he was there and how much longer he’d have to be there. The emerald glowed softly in his clawed hand as he felt his patience growing thinner with each passing second. “Garble, do you know why I’ve called you here?” The elder asked, his scales a soft golden color with a purple underbelly. “No Elder, I haven’t the foggiest” he said, biting back as much of his sarcasm as possible. Yet he still sounded very sarcastic and rude. “I wanted to show you this” he said, revealing a small tablet of stone with

Chapter 2 Black's POV I was freezing, but then again I was always freezing, cold, and shivering. I haven't had a warm meal from as long as I can remember. I was a little hungry so I bit a chunk of an icicle. It wasn't very hard to chew, I kind of got use to it after a series of trying it out. I left my frozen burrow, noticing small icicles hanging around my entrance. I hated it when icicles blocked my entrance. I had to break all of the icicles which was pretty much a workout. When I got out I noticed that it was more freezing than usual I started stumbling around until I found a huge block of ice. When I got closer I found it getting