Servant

Servant is a short Wings of fire fanfiction by User:Sunstone the snayel. It has gore, death, peril, alcohol and microbiology. The protagonist featured in this fanfic is Stentor, a Mudwing and Seawing hybrid. It is named after the Winglets. This story is set about 500 years into the future.
== Prologue ==
Rain. It was everywhere. It splattered down from the clouds that where dark as the blackest Nightwing scales, pelting down onto the once bone-dry Mudwing streets. The rain was extremely heavy, making it very hard to see through, even if you where a Seawing or Icewing, even if any of those tribes would dare step into the Mudwing kingdom, and no dragon could fly in the heaviness of the it. It was so heavy that every single uncovered spot, wherever it be a cobblestone, a roof, a streetlamp, or even the occasional stray cat desperately trying to find a safe sheltered spot where it would be hidden away from the onslaught of water, was absolutely soaking from the great storm. Many dragons (and the occasional human who chose to live among these streets) was inside, either doing late-night activates such as drinking and laughing down at the pub, franticly writing down essays for their school that they forgot to do, reading a book as they relaxed at the sound of the rains loud pitter-patter, or simply just sleeping, all safe and dry in their houses. The storm here was particularly horrible, and weather reports from the Skywings said that the streets could potentially flood in just a matter of days. The night was extremely dark as well, as clouds had covered the sky, so the only light that stopped the streets being swallowed up by the almost-infinite seeming darkness, was the few streetlights that lit up the crooked pathways of the Mud kingdom, and even they where terribly dull, and the fire inside of some of them was starting to die away. The wind howled like it never had before, shaking nearby trees quite viciously, and swaying the reeds and grass that occasionally grew in the streets. The storm had driven away the most rain-loving of dragons, and unless you where homeless, which of course was pretty common due to the weird Mudwing sib thing, and the recent world population increase, going outside in this weather seemed absolutely insane. And unless you had a very special reason to go outside, it truly was. And yet, despite all of these factors, two dragons had indeed went out into the soaking-wet thoroughfares of the Mudwing kingdom.
The two dragons slipped through the darkened back-alleyways, the quiet sound of their feet tapping on the ground as they walked drowned out by the thunder and the sound of the rain falling down in torrential amounts. Both of their eyes where half closed, as the rain tried to drip down onto them and the wind howled at them, and their wings tightly pinned to their sides, as if the powerful gales the rain a might rip them straight off form their bodies. In the dark skies of the night, it was hard to see what tribe they where, and the rain did not make it better, but they were both still identifiable as a Seawing and a Mudwing. Both tribes where sworn enemies. The Mudwing, a female, was large and chubby, and her huge ears drooped down as the rain hit them. Her horns where small, dark grey and slightly twisted at the ends, making them look like a Rainwing`s from a distance. Her huge penny-brown feet slipped across the wet cobblestones, almost making her almost trip and fall face-flat onto the also-soaking wet ground, and her head was large and blocky, more so than an average Mudwing`s and her butterscotch-coloured eyes seemed to be drowning in worry and fear. Her partner, unlike her, was a deep, dark blue skinny and lithe Seawing. he had a long, ugly-looking scar starting at his left shoulder, and down to his thick Seawing tail, parting one of his glowing scales in half. His eyes were also half shut, but his expression was still both stern and worried. Because of his webbed feet, it was hard for him to grip onto the slimy stones that made up the road, and he walked much slower than his partner. However, there was another reason that he was walking so slowly. In his webbed talons, he was holding some very special cargo. Some very fragile and easily breakable cargo, that was small and white. It was an egg.
"Hurry up, Cane! were nearly out of this retched place, and the rainforest kingdom is only a couple of hours away. If we can somehow make it to there, us and our egg will be safe!" the Seawing said, as quiet as he possible could, and the Mudwing, Cane nodded with agreement, and continued to run around the slowly darkening streets of the kingdom. She followed her partner, rarely talking with him. Even if the sound of their voices was not silenced by the ear-piercing sound of the rain cascading down, any noises they made could be picked up by the guarding Skywings or the Mudwing civilians in their houses who blindly followed Queen Yellowhammer, and who would report them for treachery. Relationships with the enemy, whether they be gay, lesbian or straight like Cane and her partner, was strictly prohibited, and was treachery. The Seawing huffed and puffed, struggling not to collapse from exhaustion. When Cane had sent him the messenger pigeon that she was going to have an egg, he had to fly and walk for a few days on end to get to the Mudwing kingdom, and now they had to go to the rainforest kingdom for a couple of days, and then head to the chrysocolla caves. If this mission wasn't as important, he would have rested under the roof of a random house, where he would be sheltered from the rain, but alas, he still might be caught. And this mission was important for the future of his dragonet. His walking started to slow as he got more tired from holding the egg. His wife noticed this, and plodded next to him. "You look really tired, Prussian. May i hold our egg for you?" she asked him. Prussian quietly grunted a yes, sat down and handed Cane the egg, which she held as tight as she possible could in her dark, dull grey talons. Prussian sat down in a large, long and deep puddle, trying to ignore the fierce rain that hammered at his scales, wings and eyes He let the water give him the feeling of it giving him more energy and helping to ease the pain of his wrenched claws, as it did with all pure-blooded Seawings. Cane nudged him on the shoulder, as a non-verbal sign for Stop moping around in puddles, even if you are a Seawing. We have to get to the rainforest, even if Rainwings are extremely violent. He stood up out of the puddle and noticed that the rain was thinning out and the night sky was, slowly but surely getting brighter. Prussian nudged Cane, and pointed to the dawning night sky, leaning against her side. Cane`s face lit up with surprise on how long they had been walking. Her eyes wide with shock, and her legs tired, she whispered in her husbands ears, "we need to hurry. dragons will be waking up soon!" and half dragged Prussian along the cobblestones, trying to blend in with the dark, crooked, twisted alleyways of the Mudwing streets, oblivious to the wingbeats in the distance, of the dragons who had been following them for the past few hours.
Cane tightly gripped her egg in her talons, and helped her exhausted husband walk along the path. It had stopped raining, and they where now at the outskirts of the kingdom. Here, the land was covered in mud and bogs. She felt water splash around on her talons, and saw a small pool frog. She stepped towards it to catch it, but it spotted her with its strange-looking, tiny little frog eyes, and hopped away into the bulrushes. Cane sighed. After all that walking she and Prussian had done, they where both exhausted, ever herself, who had only walked half the length he had done, she really needed something to eat, even a light snack like the pool frog she saw. Cane took a deep breath and gazed at the landscape that unfolded around her. This is what the kingdom would have looked like 500 years ago, during the end of the war of Sandwing Succession. She wondered what it would be like to fight during that horrible war. She would propably never be with Prussian. But the Skywings would treat her as an equal. Cane plodded across the wet and marshy ground, holding her egg tightly in her talons as she stomped through a shallow pond, disturbing a young mallard that spread his wings and flew away off into the sky. The freezing-cold water pooled around her huge feet, easing the pain of her wrenched talons. This place, in her opinion, was much better than the crowded towns and slums she had passed through earlier this night, mostly because there was less people to see her and less twisty alleyways to get lost on. With nothing distracting her, she could even see the kingdom of rain in the distance, which was extremely good news. Cane turned to her partner, to tell him that they where close to their destination, but he ignored her. She then saw fear, horrible horrible fear, in Prussian's eyes. He turned his head to something in the distance, which happened to be a Mudwing patrol coming after them.
"RUN!" Prussian yelled, and they both bolted into the shrubbery, trying to loose the Mudwings. They where much, much slower than they would like to be, as Prussian was very tired and Cane was carrying their egg. Maybe we can escape if we hide in thr scrub the young Mudwing thought, preparing to dive into the nearest gorse bush
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