Silkwing Royals

What happened to the Silkwing royal family after Wasp assumed control of the tribe? This is the story of the Silkwing Royals
----OCs used in the story (in order of appearance)
Flea belongs to ZStarChaser
Paper Wasp belongs to BleuberryTheFox
Spicebrush belongs to Queen Wisp of the Cloudwings
Mullerian and Asbu belong to Ruitethewingedfox5
Aurota belongs to Rose Goldenpetal
Darner belongs to Hurricane of the Stormwings
Rainfall belongs to TheCrystalDragon123
Pinewhite belongs to ValkyriePatronous
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==== Prologue: 15 years ago ====
“Your Majesty?”
Monarch was startled out of her thoughts, and looked down at her advisor. His mouth was curved into a frown, and his eyes sparkled with fear. He beckoned her forward.
“Wasp wishes to discuss the finalities of your treaty, your Majesty. She does not like to be kept waiting.”
The Silkwing queen bowed her head, and stepped forward, past the curtain that divided her separate chamber from the meeting hall. Her bright orange and brown wings trailed behind her as she met Wasp’s eyes. A trickle of fear laced through her at the sheer triumph and coldness of the Hivewing’s gaze. There was no sympathy or reassurance.
“Monarch.” Wasp hissed, stopping the dragon at her feet. “The treaty has been drafted. We are in agreement. Hand over control of your tribe to me, and I will protect you. Is this clear?”
Her eyes travelled around the chamber. Hivewing guards were stationed at every exit. Wasp wasn’t stupid; she knew how reluctant Monarch had been to give up her title. She held her gaze as she confirmed. 
“Wasp, we are in agreement. I hereby give you leadership of the Silkwing tribe.” She said, her voice never wavering. She had practiced the words a million times.
Wasp grinned, an unsettling thing to look upon. “Monarch? One more thing.”
Every Hivewing in the room went rigid. Monarch stiffened. “Yes, Wasp?” she almost whispered.
“Don’t forget our other agreement.” she said, except every Hivewing said it along with her. Monarch pulled her wings away from the guards and nodded. She moved to leave, but hesitated.
“What - what about Hoverfly?”
The Queen’s eyes blazed with deep anger. “Who?”
Monarch didn’t meet her gaze. “My brother’s year old dragonet. She wasn’t even alive when my mother was killed. She never has to know that she’s royalty.”
The angry gleam in Wasp’s eyes turned to malice. “She will know. She will just have to be watched. Carefully. If any of you step out of line, I’m certain there will be… dire consequences.”
==== Chapter 1: Present day ====
Hoverfly sat very still against the window, watching Silkwings on the street go about their daily business. Her orange and grey wings caught the light streaming in from the Hive entrances, the late afternoon sun painting the Hive walls a deep orange. A Hivewing was watching from the door, white-eyed and as motionless as Hoverfly was. She never spared a glance or a thought towards the guards, only ever acknowledging them as she passed. Queen Wasp was always in a dragon’s head in their residence, a silent but persistent threat. 
“Hoverfly!” a dragon called from below. She rose from her position by the window and headed to the doorway, still ignoring the guard by the exit. Making her way through the household, she remarked on all of the bare furniture. Wasp liked to pretend that they were treated as esteemed guests, but each room had either no furniture or some dusty piece no one used. The walls were plastered from treestuff, and every few meters there was a poster or a weaving exhibiting Wasp and the Hivewings. Hoverfly inwardly hated all of the propaganda, but she was careful to keep her opinions in. 
“Hoverfly, there you are!” Aphid exclaimed. Her very light green and sunshine yellow scales rushed into Hoverfly’s view as Aphi enveloped her into a hug. “I almost thought Flea wasn’t going to let me in today, but he was kind as always.” She winked at the Hivewing who stood by the entrance to the street, who just scowled at her. “Anyway, I was told that we could go out today! Unless your master doesn’t want you out?”
Hoverfly felt the familiar twinge of guilt at the statement. She had never told Aphid how restricted she was, nor who she was related to. Aphid would lose her mind if she ever found out. 
“Let’s see, Aphi. I have to get two guards to accompany me. You know how bad the master gets.” She said, careful to keep her tone light, as Flea was within earshot. “Flea?” she asked, her mouth curving into a smug smile. “Would you care to escort me into the market with Aphid?”
Hoverfly knew how much Flea hated her. The feeling was beyond mutual, but Hoverfly would endure if it meant Flea had to as well.
The dotted Hivewing sighed. “Fine.” he said, biting the word. “I’ll go see if Atta can come with.” He trudged off into the corridor in search of the other guard. Hoverfly watched his scarred tail until he turned a corner. Then she sighed. 
“Aphid, I don’t know what I’m going to do. I feel trapped all the time, like I can’t breathe. The master rarely uses me, and there seems to be no escape. My aunt was trapped, and now I am too.”
Aphid twisted her elegant tail around Hoverfly’s in a sign of support. “Well, it is the rainy season.” she offered with a smile. “She should let you out to help with the harvest. Whatever happens, it will be okay.”
Hoverfly nodded, her smile feeling like it could break across her snout as she whispered, softly to herself, “It never will be.”
==== Chapter 2: Marketplace ====
The market is bustling with dragons bartering, yelling and exchanging goods. The stands are a riot of color as Silkwings advertise their master’s shops and various fabrics and goods are passed around. In the center of it all is a beautiful statue of Clearsight, the prophetic Nightwing, crowning a Hivewing. The statue is made of real wood, and it’s dark surface is polished. It shines in the dusky lighting. 
Flea and Atta stand on either side of Aphid and Hoverfly. Aphid does most of the talking. “I do most of the shopping for my master, so I can tell you which of the shops are useful and which are real bargains. Oh! That, over there? That’s the best weaving shop in the entire Hive!”
Aphid points to a shop with a white curtain over the stand. Various weavings are dotted along the table. Moving past the stand, Aphid brings them to another shop.
“This one is for collectables! My master doesn’t usually like to store such ‘tchotchkes’, as he calls them, but I think they’re cool!” She reaches the store, which is bathed in blue burlap, and clicks her claws along the front table. “Yoohoo! Bachaco?”
A large Hivewing emerges from the back curtain, his face lighting up in a small smile as he sees Aphid. “Aphid! Wonderful to see you. Are you returning something or looking for something?” He noticed Hoverfly, who was standing awkwardly in the corner. “Hey! Who is this, Aphid? You’ve never brought along a friend before!”
Hoverfly grew still as Bachaco’s eyes swept over her frame. She took the time to observe him. His scales were mostly a deep brown, a shade she hadn’t seen on a lot of Hivewings. His face was mostly a lighter orange, as were his wing membranes. His limbs had a comfortable curve to him, and his eyes were dark but promising. 
“What’s the matter? Never seen a brown Hivewing before?” he asks her, then chuckles at his own joke. Hoverfly watched Flea roll his eyes to Atta and turned away. Bachaco was showing Aphid around the store. Hoverfly walked around the dimly lit space, observing the tiny treestuff carvings and pots and books. A few flamesilk lanterns hung on the walls, but the light was inconsistent and dim. Based on the run-down nature of the stand, Hoverfly reckoned that it didn’t get a lot of traffic. Still, there was a coziness to it that was hard to deny.
Aphid gave a little shout in surprise, and Hoverfly turned to see what was the matter. Bachaco had frozen in place, apparently in the middle of talking about a paperweight. His eyes were blank, eerie and white. Hoverfly felt the same panic she always did when Wasp took control of the Hivewings. Her thoughts ran circles in terror. Is she controlling Bachaco because of me? Does she know how angry I am? 
A moment later, Bachaco spoke in a voice that wasn’t his own. “Find the flamesilk dragonet. Capture him, and bring him to me.” Further back in the store, she could hear Flea and Atta saying the same words in unison. 
Bachaco blinked twice, blinking away Wasp’s hive mind. He grinned sheepishly. “Sorry. I hate it when she does that. Did I scare you?”
Aphid shook her head, but she seemed a little frazzled. Hoverfly, meanwhile, was busy thinking. “What was that about?” she asked aloud.
Bachaco shrugged. “Not this hive, but apparently a flamesilk escaped. Queen Wasp just wants us to find him. Nothing to worry about.”
Hoverfly’s mind was whirring, ideas and hidden hope and confusion all playing out across her face. “So, Wasp is on a hunt for this one dragonet? How many dragons do you think she’ll send after him?”
Bachaco looked at her strangely, then spoke slowly. “I… don’t know. Probably a few drones from each hive.”
“Will she send you?” Aphd squeaked.
He laughed, a big, hearty sound that made Aphid smile. “Aphi. Do I look like the fighting type?” he said, motioning at his body. “There will probably be less of a presence of the soldiers in general, but don’t worry. We’ll all be safe.”
Hoverfly felt a smile spread across her face. Wasp was after another dragon? She had never felt so free.
==== Chapter 3: Dusk ====
“Time to go.”
Hoverfly was wrenched out of her thoughts by Flea’s talons on her arm. She tried to wrestle him away but he just dragged her towards the exit. 
“I’m tired of standing here guarding you as you ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ over this junk!” he snarled, using his scarred tail to sweep the trinkets off of the table. “Silkwings are brainless, but I didn’t think you had such bad taste as well! We’re leaving, your master wants you back.” He said, emphasizing the word. Hoverfly wasn’t imagining the threat behind it. 
Bachaco looked on sadly, not bothering to pick up the broken collectables that Flea had swept to the ground. His dark eyes were hurt and he waved them out with a sigh. “It seems I am now… closed. Thank you for your patronage.”
Hoverfly looked into Flea’s red eyes with loathing. “Bachaco doesn’t deserve to be treated like that!”
Flea’s mouth curled into a wicked smile. “Oh, sorry, Your Majesty.” The hidden insult stung. He glanced back at Aphid, wide-eyed in the corner, and swept out of the store. 
Hoverfly tried once more to free herself from the spotted Hivewing’s grip. Atta followed behind them, looking bored with the confrontation. Using her most dignified voice, Hoverfly tried again.
“Unhand me.”
Flea looked on with surprise and a hint of amusement, but tightened his grip and continued forward. Hoverfly walked slowly beside him, as calmly and coolly as possible. I cannot win this fight. She thought. I must know restraint.
By the time they got back, the sun had set behind the hills. The Hive was bathed in the soft orange glow of flamesilk. Silkwings were flitting about, replacing the flamesilk in various lanterns along the street. Flea finally released Hoverfly on the curb beneath their dwelling, and resumed his guarding position in front of the entrance. Hoverfly walked inside, the feeling of being trapped once again settling over her wings. In a split second decision, she walked the opposite way from her chambers and out onto the balcony. Taking a deep breath, she looked out, through the gaps of the treestuff. The sky glimmered faintly in the distance. All her life, Hoverfly had never been allowed outside the Hive. She had heard that some Silkwings live on the webbings between the Hives, but most servants live inside the Hives themselves. She would give the world to be able to spread her wings in that blue-black sky, to feel the cool air currents on her wings. Moonlight rarely filtered into the Hive, but tonight one was full, and a few slivers of silver light made their way to her. 
Something shifted on the street below. The street itself was dimly lit, with only a few lanterns near the entrance of the house. There was the sound of something whistling faintly, then a rustle and a grunt. It sounded again, and Hoverfly leaned over the balcony to find the source. 
A scroll landed at her feet. She could barely make out a dark figure hurtling back through the alleys, its goal apparently accomplished. She bent down to pick up the scroll, and felt a surge of fear go through her at the message. 
Meet us behind the Temple when the full moon is dark. We know who you are.
==== Chapter 4: Residence ====
The next few days passed in a blur of confusion and curiosity. Hoverfly didn’t get to talk to Aphid or Bachaco; Wasp was keeping her on a tight leash. Even with a third of the Hivewings out looking for the flamesilk, there were still as many guards surrounding her and the residence. Flea was as nasty as always, and Hoverfly found herself wishing that he was deployed to hunt the flamesilk instead of Atta. Atta had left the day the notice was sent out, and a replacement hadn’t shown up.
One day a new Hivewing was at the doorstep, looking bored. She was a smooth gold all over, striped with a few black, bold marks around each limb and dark dots along her wings. Her eyes were a sharp green, and she grinned at Flea when he greeted her. Hoverfly couldn’t make out what the two were saying, but she could sense Flea’s disapproval. The strange Hivewing shot him another grin before sauntering inside.
 “Hoverfly!” Flea called gruffly, the anger in his voice clear. “Atta’s replacement is here!”
Hoverfly made her way down the corridors, stopping when she got to the entrance hall. 
  “Hello, Hoverfly.” The dragon said. “Name’s Paper Wasp. I’m here to keep you safe.”
She blinked at the upfront introduction. “Nice to meet you.” She said dryly, before walking back to her chambers. The sound of talons followed her. 
 “You don’t seem enthusiastic.” Paper Wasp remarked, falling next to Hoverfly. “I can assure you I can be a great friend to you.” She grinned mysteriously.
She ignored her and opened the door to her chambers. “Thanks, Paper Wasp. But I’m good.”
“Oh please, your distaste for me is obvious. Or maybe it’s for all Hivewings?” She leaned in. “I don’t like my species either, dear, let me tell you. Our queen is quite dreadful.”
Hoverfly threw her talons over Paper Wasp’s snout. “Shut up!” She hissed, lashing her tail. “Wasp is always in the head of someone here. She could inhabit you! You don’t seem to grasp how dangerous the situation is!”
Paper Wasp waved a claw at her. “It’s alright to live dangerously. She can’t hurt me anymore.”
Hoverfly glared at her, but her curiosity was growing.
“She… took someone away from me. Made him a soldier, gave him command, and took his soul away.” Paper Wasp admitted, before brightening up. “Well, she has to do it to someone. May as well be Messor.”
Hoverfly thought back to the people she’d lost to Wasp’s rule. Her father, her great-aunt, even all of the dragonets that could’ve been born. A small part of her sympathized with Paper Wasp.
“Good talk.” She said, winking at Hoverfly before exiting her chambers. Hoverfly was left alone in the dark to contemplate her choices.
==== Chapter 5: Midnight ====
She adjusted the cloak a final time and tucked the scroll with the note in its pocket. She contemplated going through the home to escape, but she figured the window would be easier. Ever so carefully, she inched open the window, and ducked through.
The street was dark, the flamesilk dimmer than it had been a week before. A few guards were patrolling the entrance to the street, and Hoverfly figured she could just fly over. 
The cloak constricted her movements, but with some difficulty, she spread her wings. She flew up and glided silently over the heads of the guards, landing in a shadowed corner a few steps away. Hoverfly crept through the darkened streets, careful to avoid the light of the lanterns, until she got to the temple. 
In the night, the temple looked haunted. The rounded edges and arches of the outer wall looked like gaping mouths, ready to swallow her. As she ventured inside, the shelves of dusty books seemed to close in around her. The hall stretched seemingly endlessly before her, a corridor of twisted shapes and shadows.
When she finally emerged from the temple, she was greeted by other figures. Hoverfly was suddenly grateful she brought the note, because she pulled it out and laid it at her feet. One of the figures snatched it up and stuffed it into their cloak. Then they reached up and pulled back their hood.
A blue Silkwing with green flecks beneath her eyes stared back at her. She smiled, and Hoverfly immediately felt better. “Hoverfly.” She said, motioning for the others to pull back their hoods. “Welcome to the Wasp Hive Chrysalis.”
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