Finding the Magic - Wings of Fire Book 16 Prologue

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~~~Prologue~~~ After the war, Boa relaxed. She knew that there was no more animus magic - and she even liked it. It was a time of rest for her. She enjoyed her free time doing things like sitting in a hammock and drinking coconut water. Basking in the sun was another one of her favorites. But the problem was, dragons kept flying by her home and asking where the west coast of Pyrrhia was. "You're on it, dummy," Boa had replied, relaxing in her hammock. No more Snowfall, no more Glacier. She finally wasn't a tool anymore. Suddenly, a green dragon flew up to her and asked, "Where's the west coast?". Boa rolled her eyes. "Why do YOU care? Why does everyone want to get to the west coast?" she asked, loudly sipping on coconut water. "Oh, you haven't heard? There's rumors about some animus whose magic still works up there," the dragon said. "I got rid of animus magic a long time ago. Besides; what do you care? You don't even have the magic, and you can't force the other dragon to give it to you," Jerboa explained harshly, but not unkindly. "No. There's still some animus dragons left. This is why everyone's looking for them. We are going to try to get on their good side and have them enchant things for us... or maybe even make us animus," The dragon said. A hint of greed shone through his eyes, and Boa could tell that he was still trying to hide it. None of the dragons deserved animus magic - it had ripped their world apart. Dragons weren't responsible with it. They didn't know how to use it, let alone use it correctly. This is why Boa broke animus magic. "No. I can't help a dragon who wants to bring back destruction," Boa said simply. "You don't understand! We could help the world! We could -" Boa cut him off abruptly. "Nope," she said. "Life is fine right now. Go and live without animus magic for once. You'll find that it's actually pretty nice." Jerboa took a sip of her coconut water and let out a relaxed sigh. The dragon flew away, and Boa could sense the anger radiating off of him. This was why. Animus magic had torn apart the world, and it may continue to do so. Boa took another sip of her water and fell asleep. Boa was soon awaked by the roaring of dragons flying overhead. IceWings blocked out the sun, SeaWings dipped in and out of the water next to her. SandWings charged through the desert. Boa could see as they raced, that whenever one got ahead, the tribe behind them dived and attacked. It then turned into a bloody battle - dragon tribes from everywhere stretched throughout the horizon. They fought and stabbed and yelled and screamed. Boa just watched on, taking yet another sip of her coconut water. "Camel farts," she'd said as the water ran out. In front of her, a SeaWing dive-bombed a SkyWing. The two grappled and fought, bit and breathed fire. Boa did not watch to see how won, however. She quickly slid into her camp, and listened to the raucous outside. These were the horrors of war. Animus magic had started it, but there was nothing to end it. Perhaps Boa could've not enchanted animus magic to be broken. Then, all it took to stop a war was the flick of her finger. But she couldn't do that now. This war was all her fault - by taking away the one thing dragons seemed to live off of, she started a war where dragons died. If only she'd have had known that this would happen. But she didn't. She couldn't fix it. Now the one thing that had kept the peace was gone - and soon all of the tribes would be, too.