“Gone?” Kinkajou cried with dismay. “Why? Where’d he go?”

“I don’t know, but Bandit’s cage is missing, too,” Qibli said. “So I don’t think he’s coming back.”

“Oh,” Turtle said. “I saw him leaving, but I thought he was just going hunting. I should have stopped him.” He managed to pry two rocks free and handed one to Qibli, then another to Kinkajou. Their thoughts fuzzed out into that quiet hum as they slipped the rocks into the library card pouches around their necks. Moon could still hear dragons elsewhere in the school, but she knew she’d miss listening to Qibli and Kinkajou.

I’ll just have to listen better to what they actually say, she promised herself.

“Which way was he going?” Moon asked Turtle.

“Northwest, toward the forest that’s between the mountains and the desert,” he said. “Uh. Where are you going?”

Moon was heading for the mouth of the cave, where they could see sheets of rain pouring down.

“I’m going to find him,” she said.

“In this weather?” Turtle protested.

“Oh yay!” Kinkajou cried. “Me too!”

“Are you sure?” Moon said to her, waving one wing at the storm outside. “I understand if you don’t —”

“I’m a RainWing,” Kinkajou said. “It rains all the time in the rainforest. Trust me, I can handle it.”

“I’m not sure I can,” Qibli said, rubbing the back of his head. “But I’m coming with you anyway.”

Kinkajou looked expectantly at Turtle.

He shuffled his feet, flickering his glow-in-the-dark scales nervously. “In this weather?” he said again.

“Come on, Turtle!” she said. “We’re a winglet! We’re all that’s left of the Jade Winglet! We should stick together! Also, how can you be bothered by a little water? You live in it. You can actually breathe it. You’ll be fine.” She bumped his hip hard enough to overbalance him and he took a staggering step sideways.

“It’s different,” he objected. “Swimming is not the same as trying to fly while getting blown about and whacked in the face with little balls of water and also lightning — have we talked about the lightning?”

“He’s coming, too,” Kinkajou said to Moon. Turtle sighed in defeat.

“None of you have to do this,” Moon said. “I just — I feel like I owe it to him.”

“He’s my clawmate,” Qibli pointed out. “Also, I am a total expert on evil brothers and sisters.”

“And I am coming to keep you safe,” Kinkajou said. “Don’t argue with me, I’m very menacing.” She turned her wings black and bared her teeth, but the pink scales that remained rather undercut the effect.

Moon smiled at them. “All right,” she said. “Let’s go.”

*  *  *

It seemed as though they flew for hours before they reached the outskirts of the forest, and then they spent forever circling over the trees. Moon kept thinking she heard a distant whisper that sounded like Winter, but the force and fury of the storm drowned out even the noise in her head.

“M-m-maybe we should go back,” Turtle shouted to her as they did another pass over a clearing she was sure they’d flown over three times. “Maybe he’s halfway to the Ice Kingdom already.”

“I don’t think so,” Qibli called back. “Not with Bandit. He wouldn’t fly too far with that cage — scavengers don’t handle this kind of weather as well as we do.”

Turtle made a “would rather not handle this weather either myself” face and tried to shake some of the rain off his waterlogged wings.

“Wait!” Moon cried, grabbing Kinkajou’s tail. “I heard him! This way!”

She swooped toward the trees, half blinded by the downpour. A gust of wind blew her sideways at the wrong moment and she collided with the top of a tree, but she righted herself and dropped down through the branches to the forest floor.

The others followed, one by one, as she led the way through the dark forest. Suddenly she stopped to listen to a voice up ahead.

“Go on, get out of here. I know it’s raining, but it’s better than the Ice Kingdom, trust me.”

“Winter!” Kinkajou yelped. “That’s him!”

Moon breathed a plume of fire and it reflected off silvery scales in a clearing to their right. They hurried over and found Winter crouched beside his scavenger cage. The door was open and Bandit stood at the edge, staring bleakly out at the huge, dark forest and the storm.

“By all the snow monsters, what are you doing here?” Winter demanded, flapping his wet wings.

“Looking for you,” Moon said.

“And we found you!” Kinkajou added. “We’re amazing!”

He turned his head to look back at Bandit, avoiding their eyes. “I’m not going back to Jade Mountain,” he said. “I’m going to look for my brother.”

“I thought so,” Moon said. “We want to help you.”

“We do?” Turtle said, sounding alarmed.

“Yes!” Kinkajou said. “I didn’t know we did, but now I totally do!”

Wait, came the voice of Darkstalker, faint and whispery. Moon. Please don’t leave me.

She hadn’t thought of that — that if she went with Winter, wherever he meant to go, she’d be flying out of Darkstalker’s range. He wouldn’t be able to communicate with her anymore. He’d be all alone.

I’m afraid I’ll go mad, he said. With no one to talk to — no way to know if you’re all right … For the first time ever, his surface cracked and she saw past what he wanted her to see. Beneath the funny, confident, commanding voice she knew, she felt a deep hole, and all the way down the hole reverberated with infinite loneliness. A moment later, Darkstalker pulled his guard back up, and she was left skating on his conversational thoughts again.

I’ll come back, she promised, feeling hugely sorry for him. And listen, while I’m out there … I can look for your talisman.

Will you? he asked. Really?

I will try.

Winter was shaking his head. “You can’t come with me,” he said. “I’m going to Queen Glacier. I need to explain it all to her and get her to help me find Hailstorm.”

“Wouldn’t it make more sense to go to the Sky Kingdom?” Kinkajou asked. “Your brother must be imprisoned there somewhere, right? We could look for him in, like, all the mountain caves, or something.”

“Or you could go after Icicle,” Qibli said. “Try to find out more about what Scarlet told her.”

“I don’t know where she’s gone,” Winter said bitterly.

“I have a guess,” Qibli said with a glance at Kinkajou. “You won’t like it, though. I think she’s gone to the rainforest. She knows the one Scarlet hates the most is Glory — everyone knows that, if they know the story of what Glory did to her face. So I think Icicle might think that if she kills Glory, Scarlet will forgive her for failing to kill the others.”

There was a hushed silence, broken by the patter of raindrops and a roll of thunder overhead.

“Then I’m going to the rainforest,” Kinkajou said fiercely. “I’m not letting her kill my awesome queen.”

Which is the right way? Moon wondered. Where should we go? If only Darkstalker could tell them. This seemed like exactly the right time for a vision of the future.

Are you sure? he asked.

Yes — can you tell us how to find her? Moon asked.

No, he said, but I’ve been trying to protect you from this … and if you’re leaving my range, then I won’t be able to anymore.

What —? Moon started to ask, but then suddenly a headache hit her like nothing she’d ever felt before, like an entire tribe of dragons descending on her head with their claws out. She staggered back with a cry, and the others whirled toward her.

“Moon?” Kinkajou leaped over, colliding wetly with her in the dark. Her scales were slick with raindrops as she tried to hold Moon up.

But Moon couldn’t stand; the weight of the vision was bearing down on her. It was everything from her nightmare: the mountain falling, the dragons dying, the fire and earth cracking and destruction. Words were marching through her head and out of her mouth, inexorable and strange:

She choked for a moment on the last line, as though it were coming out edged with thorns. But at last it was said, and she collapsed into Kinkajou’s wings, and the vision disappeared, taking the headache with it.

“By all the snakes,” Qibli said. Thunder rolled across the sky again and lightning flashed, illuminating the scared faces around her. “What was that?”

“That’s what you’ve been muttering in your sleep,” Kinkajou said.

“It sounded like a prophecy,” Winter said disbelievingly.

Moon forced herself to stand up, although her wings were shaking so hard she thought they might fall off. “Turtle,” she said, “please give him one of the rocks.”

Winter eyed the small black stone with suspicion as Turtle dropped it in his palm. “What’s this?”

“I have a lot to explain,” she said. “Everything, the whole truth. I’m going to tell you everything.”

Everything? Darkstalker said with a distant sigh.

“That sounds ominous,” Winter said.

“No more ominous than Jade Mountain will fall beneath thunder and ice,” Qibli said. “I hope we’re all planning to talk about that, because I’m extremely unsettled right now.”

“She said we have to find the lost city of night,” Kinkajou said. “That’s all, and then everything will be fine. Right? Isn’t that what everyone else heard?”

“I’m pretty sure I heard that we’re all going to die,” Turtle said. “Death, death, monsters everywhere, death.”

“Is that it?” Qibli asked Moon. “Is that what you saw? Jade Mountain is going to fall on us all?”

“I don’t know,” Moon said. “I’ve had visions, but none of them ever came out in words like that before. I don’t know what it means.”

Probably means it’s important, Darkstalker offered.

Thank you, that’s very helpful, she retorted. Does it mean that what I saw is inevitable?

No … there’s another possible future, he said. But it’s along a very difficult and dark path.

She closed her eyes. Can I see that one? Is it awful, too?

In response, she felt a slow spreading pain through her temples, and a moment later, a vision appeared. It looked like Jade Mountain Academy, but somehow different. Sunlight poured through the windows as she moved through the caves. Small dragonets she didn’t know, each of them a different color, played a game of chase in the sky.

She came into the library and the dragon at the desk raised his head, listening. It was Starflight, but he was older, radiating happiness and peace. A small black dragonet raced into the cave, leaped onto the desk, kissed the side of his head, took one of the scrolls, and flew off down another tunnel, calling, “Thank you, Father!”

“No flying in the tunnels!” he called after her, but he was smiling.

Clay — older, bigger Clay — poked his head in through another entrance and said, “My class is asking for more scrolls about the War of SandWing Succession. I thought maybe you could come talk and talk and talk at them instead, and then maybe they’ll go to sleep and stop asking me questions.”

“Ha ha, hilarious,” Starflight said, sliding out from behind the desk. “Firefly, just put that back when you’re done, all right?”

Over in the window bay, a dark purple dragonet answered, “Sure,” absentmindedly. She was curled up with two other dragons, one blue and one a deep orange-brown Moon had never seen before. They had a scroll spread out in front of them and were studying it together.

“Can you imagine?” the blue one said. “The tribes hated each other so much back then.”

“It’s a good thing we’re so much smarter than all the dragons who lived before us,” said the purple one importantly. “We’d never make their mistakes.”

“I’m glad we’re here, though,” said the third dragonet. “At the Jade Mountain Academy. I’m glad it exists.”

“Me too,” the others said in unison.

The vision faded quietly away.

That’s what we’re fighting for, Moon thought. Thank you, Darkstalker.

I can help you make it real, he said. Remember that when you can’t hear me anymore.

Moon felt the rain splattering against her wings. She looked around at her friends, all of their minds humming quietly, closed off. She wasn’t a scared dragonet alone in the rainforest anymore. She was a mind reader and a prophet, and she had a prophecy to fulfill; an IceWing to rescue; a talisman to find; a possible supervillain to release, or not … and a world to save, even though it didn’t know it needed saving yet.

No more hiding.

“Winter,” she said. “There are a few things you need to know about me.”