Wings of Fire: Asthatala

(Not to be confused with Asthatala, the continent.) 
Wings of Fire: Asthatala is the first book in the sub-series The Asthatala Prophecy. The main protagonist is Parnaperia. Followed by book two, The Talking Trees, (title not final, will likely change) it is the first work of aspiring author Wren, otherwise known on fandom 
as Spolpluy and Parnaperiawastakene. The main setting takes place on Asthatala, the wondrous third continent.
The time setting of this book is very confusing
== Summary ==
Its not safe.
Parnaperia, the harmless young hybrid dragonet, now has a mission. She was dragged into this mess, for whatever reason, now, Asthatala, the long-lost third continent, is in danger. An old conflict, driven by terror and fear, has arisen, leading to almost certain doom, and fast. Will Parnaperia be able to fix things? Will this mess ever be solved? The fate is in her talons, if only she knew how to use them.
== Quote on Back ==
Parnaperia could've sworn the bushes behind her chortled.
She shook the sand out of her scales, peering into the seemingly harmless flora. Then she had the curious feeling of somebody watching her. "Come on out, mysterious bush dragon! It's not like I'm gonna bite you! Okay, I might, I probably will, but maybe I wont?" she called.
Silence. Whoever was hiding from her was doing a spectacular job at it. Or, maybe they got cold feet, because the last thing she saw before it streaked into the dense forest was a bit of orange.
Aha. Par thought.
== Dedication ==
To Natalie, who started this entire disaster, and would totally hate the Lab TreeWings as much as I do
===Prologue ===
A dragon was flying across the sea.
Monarch looked behind her. Good, most of them were staying in formation, she could see a few whispering excitedly, drifting off path. Behind the SeaWing was a pack of dragons in varying shades of blue and purple, some were a deep blue as dark the ocean floor, others such a violent purple that they seemed to be glowing in the morning sunrise. And they were her dragons, because Monarch was an animus.
It happened 3 days ago; she could remember it clearer than ever. It was a beautiful day, Sea dragons flitting through the palace, and Princess Monarch had just finished a special dinner with her grandmother, Queen Tsunami, and Tsunami’s husband, King Riptide. She always had these, it seemed like she never had a day without them. It was infuriating, honestly. She had these special meals and other special royal activities because, for one, Monarch was destined to be queen after Tsunami, as her mother, Stingray, had flat out refused to be her heir. So, Tsunami went for Monarch instead. For another, she was an animus, and was destined to do totally great and awesome things to help their kingdom thrive.
At Monarch’s special dinner, they had caviar, (A type of fish egg that was specially prepared, her grandfather told her,) and other royal fish stuff. Monarch, (for some reason,) felt bad for the fish, even though she knew they probably didn’t have enough brain power to understand what a coral’s purpose in life is, but something urged her to take one, and so she did.
That night, Monarch was sitting at her desk, rolling the orange egg in her claws.  It was perfectly round and looked a bit like an eye. She tapped it once, twice, and a flicker of blue fish darted through the open window, if they could talk, they would probably be chatting about their latest dragon escapes.
If they could talk…. Surely it was impossible? Ludicrous, really, but what if she… made the egg into a dragon? A dragon she raised wouldn’t laugh at her when she messed up swimming... or gave her dirty glares as she swam off with the queen… and it wouldn’t be morally wrong, as the egg had a thing inside already, right?  And before she could consider the consequences, it was done, and before somebody could stop it, a little purple hatchling sat before her. It had big, floppy eyes and tiny little frills, its wings looked like pterodactyl’s wings, if they were still alive, and the end of its tail had something that resembled IceWing spikes, but webbed, like a SeaWing’s talons. It chirped happily and swam over to Monarch, bumping into her nose. Monarch sat and admired the hatchling for a moment, before deciding a name. I’m going to name you Glamour. She flashed in aquatic, hoping Glamour could understand. Apparently, she did, because she squeaked in acknowledgement, sending a crowd of bubbles to the air.
For the next few weeks, Monarch kept Glamour in her room, bringing back dinner leftovers or snapping at a fish when it passed through her bedroom. Glamour was very loud but knew to stay quiet and hidden when SeaWings that weren’t her swam by, as Monarch wouldn’t risk anybody knowing she was raising a dragon in secret. “Korblysnorf!!!!” she would complain whenever her caretaker left the room, but she was always where she was supposed to be when Monarch came back. One day the servant came by with barely any warning, which was a surprise. Glamour was inspecting a tiny lobster in the middle of the room, as Monarch was off studying, when the bright green SeaWing came in with her cleaning supplies. Monarch still couldn’t get the sound of Foam’s shriek as she noticed Glamour, it rang through the palace in a million places at once, enough to make anybody’s ear’s pop. Monarch rushed to the scene, but her grandmother was soon to follow.
“Foam, what’s happened?” Queen Tsunami asked the dazed looking dragon with her scales as she drifted out of the room, followed by a cry of fear that was high pitched and small. Glamour! She’s still in there! Monarch thought with the feeling of impending doom. She had forgotten about keeping her secret, and now the whole tribe was about to know.
“What was that?” One of Tsunami’s guards flickered through their armor. It was her older brother, Chasm, swimming forward behind his queen. Tsunami flashed her bioluminescent scales at Chasm to go look, and moments later he swam out with the little dragonet in his arms. Tsunami looked down at the terrified Glamour for a moment before staring at Monarch with a dangerous gleam in her eyes. She knows. Realization struck her like lightning. She knows what I did. How I created her. The queen was shocked with anger. “Kill it. I don’t care if you must kill my granddaughter as well. I’ll just get my daughter to rule.” She signaled, and almost instantly 5 guards leapt at the hatchling.
Monarch flapped forward, and in a flash, she had snatched Glamour out of Chasm’s talons and was kicking the SeaWings away, darting for the exit. A big cyan SeaWing blocked her with a spear, but she was smaller than them, and slipped away, hiding in a clump of seagrass, hoping she wasn’t about to get caught. Her dark green scales provided some camouflage. Eventually they left, and she kicked towards the surface, with an almighty splash she broke the calm waters and she winged towards the old ruins of what was once the brilliant Summer Palace. Apparently, Tsunami’s soldiers saw her, and were quickly advancing on her. One was close enough for her to smell his fishy breath when she suddenly dove and landed onto the sands. The queen and about 35 of her soldiers also landed about 3 feet away. “I AM YOUR QUEEN!” Tsunami roared, making crabs scuttle away in fear. “I demand you hand me that hatchling!” Monarch glared. “Fine then, Tsunami, if you are the queen and I am your heir, then I, Princess Monarch of the SeaWings, challenge you to be queen!”
The area erupted in gasps, all around her, armored soldiers looked at each other with wide eyes. Numb disbelief flashed across both Tsunami and Monarch’s face. She clapped her talons to her snout, her brain trying to string together something that made sense. Uh oh, I wasn’t supposed to say that, was I? was the only thing she could think of now. Tsunami’s face slowly recovered, and a sort of struggled half grin, half grimace was formed of her mouth. “Talons and tails, Monarch. Brave now, aren’t we? Eager to save this….  This thing, aren’t we?” Queen Tsunami waved her claws at Glamour regally, but her posture was all wrong and she was clearly radiating a lot of negative emotions. The queen laughed shakily, her brilliant blue scales glittering in the sun. “Well then, daughter, I accept.” She hushed the muttering crowd. “But” Tsunami said sternly, “I win, and that hatchling is dead. We don’t need another tribe on Pyrrhia.”
And then they fought. And Tsunami almost won, she remembered. But then with a stroke of luck, she overpowered her.
“Please, Monarch!” Tsunami had pleaded, her usually ‘no no leave me alone I’m doing royal stuff’ face looking like a newly hatched dragonet learning that they kill animals for food’s face. Monarch had been covered in scratches, panting as she looked at her grandmother’s terrified face. She had almost let her go, but then she remembered what was at stake, and she pressed down harder. “I’m sorry, Tsunami, I really am, but things have to be this way. You were going to hurt her,” she looked at Glamour. “You were going to hurt me.” She remembered looking down at the queen’s face, then closing her eyes tightly and pulling up. She would never forget the moment she won the challenge.
She looked at the onlookers, apparently one guard had gathered half the Deep Palace, because there were SeaWings everywhere. Then, somebody started clapping. Others joined in, and soon the ruins rang with applause. “Queen Monarch!” somebody roared, and the rest were soon to follow. The noise died down, and Monarch spoke. “Tsunami was right, we don’t need another tribe here. I’m going east, to a third continent, if there even is one. You can uh, come with me, if you want. I’m going to start a new tribe, dragons like Glamour.” She announced, people gave her piercing looks. “But… your majesty, what about us back at the kingdom? The SeaWings need a queen.” A guard said nervously. She had forgotten about that but knew the answer right away. “Get my mother, Stingray. She ought to know a few dragons who can rule, if she wont herself. Make sure we get a good queen.” She replied, stepping forward to pick up Glamour. “Anybody who wants to come with, you can. I know how we can start our new tribe without being just another pack of SeaWings.” Soon enough, dragons stepped forward, until maybe 100 dragons were lined up in front of her. She smiled weakly. “Well then, I hope you are all okay with looking a bit different.” She waved her claws at the closest SeaWing, and it was like they were suddenly wearing a costume, as they looked a bit like Glamour, just different shades of blue and purple. One by one, dragons stepped forward until they all looked like her new tribe. “Alright, uh… follow me, then!” she called, and one by one, they all started winging east, towards a continent that might not even exist.
===Chapter 1===
Parnaperia was a dragon who, in her opinion, had a pretty cool life. It wasn’t like the Rainforest Kingdom was picture perfect, but who wouldn’t want to laze in the sun eating pineapples, and swinging from tree to tree in a colorful, bright, green-lit jungle? And, her being a hybrid, she had the perks of both tribes living there! How awesome!
She looked up at the deep green foliage above her, and something pink and feathery whizzed past her snout. She yelped, almost tumbling off the platform, saved just by her tail, which was draping off the strong branches holding the bamboo floor in place. The feathery thing landed neatly on her jagged purple horns and folded its wings in neatly. It turned out to be a light pinkish cockatoo, and it held a tightly sealed scroll in its beak. “Don’t scare me that bad, Peach!” she laughed, taking the scroll and unrolling it, scanning the page.
Hey Par, a friend of mine found something super-duper interesting that I want to show you, d’you mind coming with me tonight and we can go check it out? Its quite the fly, but she says it’s like, totally worth it,
P.s. I don’t think Firefly would be too happy if we ran off without her so if you could not tell her that’s very okay with me, ok?
Parnaperia immediately recognized it as her best friend Foxglove’s handwriting, Foxglove was another hybrid in the Rainforest, though not one of the extra common RainWing-NightWing ones, like Parnaperia was. Her mother was a HiveWing that Foxglove’s father said was named Izula, which gave her odd features like four dragonfly-ish wings instead of the two normal ones. They had met in one of the “Hybrid meetings” that princess Firefly had set up in order to meet all the other hybrids in the rainforest and had been best friends since.
Parnaperia stretched her huge wings, which had a swirl of warm colors inside of them, looking like a sunset speckled with white stars. Peach ruffled her feathers indignantly and took off into the jungle. She, however, swung off the platform, swinging from branch to branch like a monkey, until she reached the heart of the Rainforest, where most RainWings lived. Landing neatly on a random sun time spot, she scouted around for the familiar treehouse where Foxglove resides.
Parnaperia looked up and was surprised to see it was just above her. She flapped up to it, knocking on the bamboo plank door. Waiting patiently, her purple tail curled around her talons as it swung open, and a disgruntled Foxglove poked her dusty orange snout out. Her lavender eyes widened and then narrowed as she noticed her purple and blue friend. “Did you read my letter? Tonight, not now!” she almost slammed the door shut, but Parnaperia caught it and hopped into the house. “Fox, what are you mad at this time.” She asked the angry hybrid gently. Foxglove jabbed her beige talon at a painting of Parnaperia, Foxglove, and a happy looking pink and mint green RainWing. “Macaw.” She spat, the spots down her spine turning a violent orange. “She won’t shut her glamorous RainWing snout about not hearing every single detail about our meetings, and I know for a FACT she is SNEAKING OFF INTO THE JUNGLE!” She roared the last bit into the rainforest, making a few sleepy dragons give her curious looks.
Parnaperia furrowed her brows, thinking. “Tell me that last bit again,” she said slowly, “But in more detail and without shouting.
|~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~|
Foxglove had told her (in detail) how Macaw would skip Suntime for hours at a time, if not entirely, and seemingly vanish into the dense thicket of trees and leaves. “I tried to follow her once,” she would explain, “But I only got so far before Macaw noticed me and disappeared.” Foxglove could barely change her scale color, so she usually wasn’t the stealthiest dragon in the village, which made it hard for her to spy on her secretive friend. “She used to come back all red, you should have seen her. Queen Glory visited her hammock once,” That earned a gasp from Par. “I think she spent some time on sleep darts in the hospital, anyways she became super grouchy and annoyed, and I think whoever she is visiting is purposefully frustrating her!” She giggled hysterically, the splotches of orange around her body turned a hot pink. “Serves her right, anyway....” Parnaperia had put her talons up to Foxglove’s snout. “If she’s visiting somebody, and they don’t like her, and they don’t live around here, then she is in serious danger.” Parnaperia warned Foxglove, and the RainWing HiveWing hybrid suddenly looked worried. “What do you suggest we do then?” she replied. Parnaperia thought for a long moment. “We are going to figure out what she’s doing, for real, this time.”
It was night, and Parnaperia had her electric green eyes pinned onto a dark figure on the Rainforest floor. One of her huge wings was splayed out onto the dense jungle tree she had her long claws dug into, hiding Foxglove from view. Macaw suddenly took a right. Aggravating sneaker. The dark purple dragon thought furiously as she slinked across the dense trees like a gecko. Her RainWing friend looked up, right at the spot Par used to be. She narrowed her eyes at the log and looked like she was about to pounce. A shriek ripped through the quiet air as dark talons grabbed around Macaw and yanked her upwards. Ignoring all stealth protocols, Parnaperia flung herself off the tree, yelling Macaw’s name as she leapt branch after branch towards the pure white figure that was her best friend. Strong talons shoved her out of the way suddenly, knocking the wind out of her. Just before she blacked out, she registered the slim, spiky figure of a greyish-blue dragon breathing frostbreath onto one of Macaw’s kidnappers.
“Borealis!” Macaw shrieked.
===Chapter 2===
“…She’s waking up, do we put another sleeping dart?”
Parnaperia was laying in something warm. Some sort of instinct made her shake her head, and the healers dropped out of their conversation. A clattering sound, probably a sleeping dart being shoved onto a shelf. “Don’t move, you have a broken rib.” Par’s eyes shot open. She was facing the queen. Queen Glory. Is here. WHY IS QUEEN GLORY HERE? Her brain sort of flopped over like a soggy banana and just sat there. It then decided to make her sit up straight, which was very painful, no thank you. “Your majesty!” Parnaperia squawked, her scales turning all sorts of colors. The elegant form of the RainWing queen gazed at her for a moment, then raised her eyebrows in a very what did I just say sort of eyebrow-y movement. Glory smiled for a moment and then looked over at the next few beds. In one of them was a white figure who was covered in leafy bandages, presumably Macaw. Poor Macaw, she thought sadly. In another was a pale orange dragon, with steaming towels on a blackish part of its torso. “What happened to him?” Parnaperia asked an orange and red RainWing to her left, who had a bandage around their wing. “They think it's venom, but he came in with it freezing over. That’s why the towels are on his torso, see?” The RainWing explained, pointing to the hot lump on the orange one’s chest. She nodded, and then suddenly remembered something right before she got knocked out.
“Your majesty? Did anybody over there happen to see an IceWing?” Glory looked over at Par. “No, why would an IceWing be in our Rainforest? The climate is all wrong.” Glory turned to look away again. “But- Queen Glory, I saw- “she started. “You did hit your head pretty hard against that branch, it was just a hallucination.” The queen said sharply. She stamped down the confusion (anger?) seeping through her scales. Didn’t anyone else find it weird how quickly Glory dismissed that? Nope, everybody still looked completely fine. She brushed that thought aside. Treason was not something she needed to be accused of today.
Around noon, after Glory left, Foxglove had come in to check on Parnaperia. She had been overjoyed to see her friend was awake, and dragged her out of bed, much to the healer’s distaste. “Queen Glory WILL hear about this!” One said angrily, waving a half-eaten apple in the air. “Oh, shut up!” Foxglove called back cheerfully, leading Par through the hanging vines that creeped from the large trees above. Fox’s expression turned serious in a matter of seconds. “Par, did you also see that IceWing chasing after you?” she muttered to her. Parnaperia stopped in her tracks. “I wasn’t hallucinating!” she said loudly. “Who said you were?” Foxglove asked her. “Glory totally said I was hallucinating when I told her about the IceWing!” She exploded, red rippling across her leather-like wings. “I heard a tale from some old shriveled-up RainWing that there was an animus that was, like, a million years old that lived in the rainforest, when I asked what tribe, he just turned blue because he couldn’t muster the energy to speak some more. Old gorilla, I tell ye. Probably not important.” Foxglove said, snapping a twig between her claws.
They discussed theories of Animus IceWings for a while as the sun set and the moons rose high above the Rainforest. “It’s nighttime, let’s get going.” Foxglove said just after Parnaperia finished a particularly hilarious theory that the SeaWings broke animus magic, tugging on her wrist and pointing to the moons above them. “Wha- oh yeah.” She started, remembering the letter from that morning.
As Parnaperia followed Foxglove through the forest, she got a horrible shiver of deja-vu and remembered the last time she had creeped across the trees, following someone. She wondered what Foxglove could have possibly dragged her into this time when they hit a river ripping through the lush greenery. Foxglove stopped. “So... you wanted to show me a river? Rivers are everywhere.” Par asked with confusion, dropping from above. Foxglove frowned at her. “Coyote was supposed to meet me here. I don’t know why she isn’t sitting right there yet.” That made more sense. “Maybe she forgot?” Par suggested hopefully. What she would like to do, instead of sitting around waiting for this sad-snout Coyote, was go home and sleep. “Stop acting so hopeful, RainWing, because I’m right here.” said an unfamiliar voice behind them.
Foxglove jumped up, whirling around with wide eyes. “Coyote!” she yelped, staggering back. Parnaperia looked over at the mystery dragon. They were a SandWing, with dusty yellow-orange scales and light brown wings. Par also noticed a viper thickly coiled around her forearm. Coyote was huge, easily three times her size, and had an aura around her that made Parnaperia want to bow down or flee in terror or both. “Oh wow, you are way more colorful than Foxglove.” Coyote observed, and Parnaperia realized all her emotions were exploding through her scales. Oh no, I look like a hatchling’s attempt at painting, this is embarrassing. She stood up straight, turning a bright shade of pink, then back to normal “I- AAH!” Foxglove grabbed her and half-dragged her over to a pond with a large boulder overlooking it. She could distantly hear Coyote laughing. “Ow, Foxglove, I just got out of the healer’s den, don’t break my tail as well.” She complained as her friend let her go in a leaf pile. “You’ll survive.” Coyote said, flapping down next to her. “Agh, how do you live here? I feel like I’m turning into bug lunch. Don’t get me started on the trees, no respectable tribe should live somewhere this densely packed.” The SandWing rambled on about the rainforest for a moment. “Anyways, I’m assuming Foxglove told you about Mystique?” Coyote directed her attention towards Parnaperia. “Uh, who?”
And 5 minutes later they were winging across the boiling hot desert, going to meet this Mystique dragon.
=== Chapter 3 ===
They had been flying forever, it felt. Also, it was VERY hot. Not the damp, livable heat of the rainforest, but rather the oh dear, WE”RE the roasted lizards now! Kind of heat. Coyote’s wingspan was enormous, and the natural SandWing camouflage was not helping either, so Parnaperia kept getting left behind. When Coyote suddenly banked left and dove towards a small oasis town, relief hit Parnaperia like a hurricane. Coyote walked up to the gate, where a few young guards were sitting there. The right one, orangish with yellow speckles on his wings, spoke first. “Hello, Coyote, are you here to see the, uh, visitor?” His eyes rounded on Foxglove and Parnaperia, and he frowned. “What unusual guests you’ve brought us.” He spoke. Coyote snorted. “You two follow Jackrabbit inside, you’ve gotta see this dragon.” she told Foxglove and Par, eyes sparkling.
As they walked through the town, SandWings passed them, staring. “I’m actually not used to this kind of attention, I wonder how dragons live like this,” Jackrabbit said, avoiding the gaze of the starers. “Oh- sorry.” Par mumbled, camouflaging to match the dragons around them. “That’s much better, thank you.” Jackrabbit told her. “Anyways, here we are.” They had stopped in front of a small building with a palm wood door. Jackrabbit knocked on it, and a disgruntled looking MudWing opened it. “Oh great, more odd dragons. The lunatic in here keeps declaring she’s the queen of an entire tribe, nonsense, I tell you.” 
  “BUT I AM! OH, WHEN MONARCH HEARS ABOUT THIS…” shouted a voice behind the MudWing. He gave the three of them a “told you” Look. “Keeps rambling about a Monarch, whoever they are, somebody needs to tell em’ to keep their dragon under control.” He chuckled, his red scales glinting in the sunlight. 
“Well, this is where I leave you.” Jackrabbit told both, backing out of the house.
“Not so fast.”
Sharp talons reached at Parnaperia’s scales, grabbing her and yanking her upwards. “PAR!” screamed Foxglove as Jackrabbit roared. “After them!” shouted a voice somewhere far away. She could hear wingbeats. Her captor had deep green scales with stripes of brown running the length of their tail. Also, they were VERY spiky. She could see sharp, short thorny bits lining their shoulder and down their back. Something hot and orange and fire-y whooshed past her left ear. The others had arrived.
She kicked away, bright red. She threw venom at the last spot her kidnapper was, but they were long gone. She whipped around to see Jackrabbit clawing and grappling at the green dragon. Oh no, that dragon is fast. She thought with panic, seeing as the green dragon ruthlessly sliced at every inch they could reach. Well, don’t just SIT there like a confused capybara! DO SOMETHING! She rocketed towards the dragon, slamming into their side and throwing them off path. But they were fast to get back up. Jackrabbit thrusted himself down, taking Parnaperia with him. She had just barely missed the green blur that was her attacker.
They hid in a sand dune, watching the chaos outside. SandWing soldiers were everywhere. “Thank you.” She said breathlessly to Jackrabbit, who stared back. “For uh, saving me from her.” He nodded, turning back to watch. “You are a pretty cool dragon yourself.” He replied after a moment. Parnaperia was taken aback at the sudden compliment. “I mean, like, getting away from her like that. Crazy brave.” He grinned at her. She smiled back. “Jackrabbit.” He said suddenly, making Parnaperia jump. “What?” she asked him. “Oh, my name, its Jackrabbit.” He replied, sitting up straighter, embarrassment, she guessed. “Oh. I’m Parnaperia.” Jackrabbit turned to face her, confusion on his face. “What’s your name again?”
“Uh, Parnaperia.” She said slower.
“Parnaperia. That’s a fun word.”
***
After a while, the green dragon had fled, and everybody gradually started going back to normal. Something beige crashed into their sand dune. Parnaperia screamed, and Jackrabbit grabbed her and pushed her out of the way as a sand-covered Foxglove tumbled in. Jackrabbit looked down at Parnaperia, or, where she used to be. “Par?” he said nervously as she reappeared beside him. Her instincts made her vanish into the background. They both laughed. Foxglove was frowning, though, mainly at Parnaperia. She sat up, shaking the sand out of her scales and wings. “Par, come out here for a second. Alone.” Wondering what her friend could possibly accuse her of now, she followed her outside.
“Par, you’ve met him for 2 hours.”
“Yeah, so?”
“2 hours and you are already acting like a moony-brained frog face. 2 HOURS!”
Parnaperia snorted. “Coming from the person who totally had a crush on that one sad-snout from art class.”
Foxglove bristled. “I was one! This is different! So what he saved you from some mean green dragon we scared away in 20 minutes? He’s a SANDWING!” She stamped around angrily, throwing sand up in the air.
“Uh… I can hear you?” said Jackrabbit. “Oh, shut up, you!” snarled Foxglove, taking off and heading towards the Rainforest Tunnel.
Parnaperia stomped back inside, her tail was dark red, and red was spotted around her face and wings. “So, that went well.” Jackrabbit joked, or half joked, or tried to joke. She growled. “Don’t let her get to you, she’s obviously had a rough time today.” Jackrabbit sat down and put a wing around her. “What is her PROBLEM?” She exploded. “I don’t know why she’s so mad! She’s the one sitting around chomping on papayas like an idiot while I’m in the hospital with a broken rib! She didn’t even TRY to help while I was literally abducted by the same dragon Macaw was almost killed by!” She took a breath, ready to start shouting again. Jackrabbit put a talon in front of her snout. “Maybe you should try to... uh… compromise? With each other?” Parnaperia snorted. “Compromise indeed.” She muttered, swishing her tail. Somewhere far away, they could pick up the sound of bells tolling. “Those are the bells, I better go.” He said, sitting up. “Question, which way is the Rainforest?” He asked her, something sparkling in his eyes. “Don’t you dare try and visit me!” she grinned, all the red on her vanished. “Can’t hear you!” he called, trotting out. “Its south-east from here, until you see the ring of cacti!” she called to him as he lifted off. As he soared away, she caught the sound of him laughing.
=== Chapter 4 ===
“Oh wow, that Foxglove of yours is kind of a jerk.”
Parnaperia nearly jumped out of her scales. Something light blue fell from the top of the cave and in front of her. “Like, I get it, romance, ew, but seriously.” Parnaperia gaped at her. She had elegant sky-blue scales and sapphires embedded between them. But the thing that was the most noticeable was her total lack of wings. Also, instead of a sail or spikes like a normal dragon, she had neatly parted tufts of purplish fur running the length of her spine. The mystery dragon caught her expression and frowned. “You guys are so weird. So what I don’t look like rest of you? You guys have weird looking dragons all the time.” She huffed.
“I’m sorry- its just-“ Par sputtered, turning bright pink again. A satisfied expression crossed the blue dragon’s face. “I see, you’re in awe that somebody as majestic as me is in your presence.” She didn’t know if she was joking or not. “Anyways, hi, I’m Mystique, you don’t have to call your majesty, of course. That sadface MudWing made such a big deal about it.” Parnaperia suddenly remembered how the red dragon told them about a “lunatic who claimed she was the queen”. Par frowned. “Oh. I noticed immediately after I said that your confused expression turned to a frown.” Mystique observed. “What are you?” Parnaperia blurted, then clapped her talons to her snout. Mystique didn’t look bothered in the slightest. “Oh, I get asked that all the time. I’m a FoxWing-GlamourWing hybrid.” She said proudly.
“Sorry- what?” Parnaperia asked her. Now she was VERY confused. “What do you mean?” Mystique replied, tilting her head. “Those tribes, uh, don’t exist.”
“Of course they do, they’re from the third continent.”
***
== Trivia ==
* The end of the book was originally going to be Foxglove dying, but that was scrapped.
* An early version of the book was posted to Spolpluy’s discord server, when she had next to no writing experience. The channel is still up as of now.
* There have been over 7 different cover designs.
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