Music from the Soul (Angel)

Music from the Soul is a fanfiction written by Angel Of Madness 001. It uses the fantribe of MusicWings, created by Livinglife543, and FowlWings, created by me and Squishmalloweeee.
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== Chapter 1 ==
Sheen had been flying for 3 days now, with little rest in-between. All around her were dragons from tribes she barely knew, and barely even tolerated. FowlWings had been known for their lack of communication between tribes and Queen Wasp hadn't seen it fit to try and dominate them. They didn't have anything useful, save for the occasional HiveWings army to steal feathers from the dead, and the peacock-like dragons didn't have a reason to retaliate.
Yet here she was, fleeing alone from the rest of her tribe. They took their chances underground, but she decided to flee the continent entirely with the SilkWings and LeafWings. The only ones who would talk to her-well, they would all ask her questions-but the only ones who would actually talk to her were a small group. There was a dark green LeafWing with golden flecks, and another one that was more of a green-gray and seemed a lot friendlier. Most of their questions or conversations were about how the FowlWings survived and why they didn't do anything. Sheen's other company was a bright golden yellow dragon, speckled with black, a HiveWing named Cricket. She launched questions out at precisely 1,000 miles an hour, non-stop. The ball of black and yellow scales she was cradling kept trying to wiggle over to Sheen, but it was only so she could painfully yank at her delicate tail plumage. Overall, not a fan of dragonets! She thought bitterly as she watched a few SilkWings gathering a bit of food. Finally, some decent nuts! But no, more fruit, she realized with a sigh.
Sheen hadn't eaten for the past three days and was beginning to feel the effects of it. Her flight wasn't as steady, and her plumage was a bit duller. I'm a Green FowlWing. We're not meant to be as flashy anyway, that's up to the Indian FowlWings. Just as that one entered, a newer thought entered her head. She was the only FowlWing coming to a new continent, and it was up to her to make an impression on the other dragons. If there were any. The dragons had talked non-stop about what this other continent was like, but Sheen was skeptical of the stories. FowlWing dragonets had been told the same things about Clearsight, and they had in fact been there when she arrived, but Ruffle, the Congo FowlWing who had met her, hadn't proclaimed the stories out loud or shouted them from the tallest hill. He just quietly slipped it into conversation, as the stories go. Granted, the stories also said that Clearsight had not been tremendously pleased to see the dullest of the three sub-species when she landed, and that ended most interactions between them. They weren't important to the future, apparently.
Other dragons began to flap their wings. Time to take off again already? Sheen knew it was just because she hadn't eaten, but she felt like flight was not an option anymore. Luckily, or unluckily, Cricket was there to help Sheen in return for more questions to be answered. "Are all FowlWings this...reluctant to eat?" she asked. Sheen felt embarrassed that her lack of eating showed, but held her tongue. "Do you have any cool powers? Can you guys see the future? Or maybe you glow like those, er, SeaWings?"
"SeaWings?" Sheen said, confused. She faltered mid wingstroke and collapsed into Cricket, but quickly righted herself.
"You don't know? Two of them came from this other continent and found us!" Cricket basically exploded from her own excitement, and Sheen felt cheated. Cheated and embarrassed. Nobody told her that the other continent had hope of being real, and certainly nobody told her about dragons from it until now. With a sense of fury building up in her, Sheen knew she didn't fit the stereotype for her tribe well. This flight had removed all the fluff between her ears and now she was about as angry as a Congo FowlWing.
After another day of flying, they came to rest on another island. Except this island was large, cold, and covered in white powdery stuff. They had hit a continent for sure. But now was not the time to relax, as Bumblebee wriggled away from Cricket and onto Sheen's tail again. Now was the time for anger expression. "Hey Cricket?" It was the first thing she'd said the entire trip to the HiveWing. Eagerly, Cricket responded, "Yes?"
"You don't...miss anybody, do you?" She asked, casually. A few SilkWings and a LeafWing would be caught by it, but they were formalities. Cricket nodded slowly. "Maybe one..." And just like that, all Sheen had to do was wait for Bumblebee to move. It didn't take long, as the little dragonet climbed to the base of her tail, pulled hard, and Sheen flung her tail out in all it's glory, the sickly sweet scent of the oil in the air. The two SilkWings looked around for a second before panic crossed their faces and the crumpled. The LeafWing roared and fell down as well. Bumblebee twisted her snout weirdly, but didn't do anything otherwise. Cricket's eyes widened. "Is that-The smell is-Where's...Blue..." tragic looks spread across her face as Cricket too, fell down.
As expected, dragons were on top of Sheen in a second. She didn't even try to fight back, just stood there while three nervous-looking SilkWings and a sorry-looking gray-green LeafWing pinned her down. The dark one with golden flecks reached into one many woven grass pouches Sheen hadn't noticed before and pulled out a white flower. It was pretty, in a sense. The green dragon approached, commanded the four dragons to keep Sheen still, and crushed the flower in her talons. It put Sheen to sleep almost right away, yet she still managed to do it gracefully before the world went dark.
== Chapter 2 ==
Sheen woke up in the darkness, which only reminded her of the home she left behind. The Festival was supposed to be soon...she lamented internally. Now, she would never see another Festival again. When she took in the small space around her, she saw the dark green and gold LeafWing from before, as well as the gray-green one. The dragons who had fallen for her sickly sweet oil were around her. Some, including Cricket, twitching and crying out in their state of unconsciousness. "What was that?" the gold-green dragon demanded. Sheen was silent. No tribe exposed their secret weapons so soon, and FowlWings were already a little-known tribe. "Sundew," the gray-green dragon said. "Why don't you tell Luna exactly what happened and I'll stay with our company, hm?" The dragon named Sundew scowled, but left, muttering. 
"So, what's your name?" the gray-green one asked. "I'm Willow, a LeafWing."
"I know what you are," Sheen said quietly. "I know what all the other tribes are, despite our supposed fluff-headedness." She resettled her tail, making Willow jump a bit. "Don't act so scared around me. FowlWings are harmless," she added.
"That didn't look harmless to me. You caused four dragons to fall over suddenly like Sundew put sleep lilies up their snouts. Except they're not asleep, or at least not having a very restful sleep," Willow glanced around at the SilkWings, which did give Sheen a chance to see them better as well. A pale orange SilkWing with blood-red wings, a dark blue SilkWing with wings like cherry blossoms, and the LeafWing was mostly a dead green color, like leaves with flecks of maroon along their wings. "They're fine," Sheen said. "Halluciogenic oil. Your friends will wake up fine, even that pesky HiveWing." Willow blinked at her twice. "I think she's quite nice," she responded.
"She's so nosy!" Sheen yelled, jumping up and scaring Willow. "Would you like it if a dragon you'd never met wouldn't leave you alone when you've just left behind your entire life?! HUH?!" She fiercely cried out, but her anger faded into sobs as she put her head down. "I-I left them all behind. I left my mother, my father, my siblings. I left behind entire traditions. Don't you understand I'll never see another Light Festival again? That I'll never be able to wake up to the gentle touch of our pet peacock? It's all gone, Willow."
Willow gently put her leaf-like wing around Sheen. "Shh...I know. My girlfriend left behind her entire family. I left behind a pet. We all left behind memories and dragons," she paused. "And, if we're truly honest here, we didn't know you existed. According to Cricket, there were some old books that mentioned a FowlWing meeting Clearsight, but once they stopped talking to her, and once Wasp became their queen, the stories of your tribe disappeared. HiveWings were taught they were extinct. SilkWings weren't taught they existed at all. We-LeafWings-hoped you were alive, but we couldn't find you during the Tree Wars. Or after them, for that matter."
"We moved underground."
"What?"
"They hid," Sheen replied. "We lived near Dragonfly Bay. But then war broke out and we all fled to an underground home. It's buried somewhere over on the North-eastern side, I think. Lots of trees, but when I fled it was on fire. Everything. I was so scared of being trapped...I followed a swarm of green dragons out. And then I wound up here."
"You poor creature," Willow soothed, but Sheen snapped at her. "Don't pity me. I'm fine," she stopped. "I'm Sheen, if you need to know. But I'm headed out, so you can just forget it right now." Sheen stepped up and out the door, without protest from Willow, and found herself in a totally new area, pale, sandy horizon all around. Nothing but sand. Everything was sand. 
"One of them is awake, I see. And who might this tribe be, Moon?" A tall dragon with the same sand-like scales commented from outside. A dragon who looked like the way Clearsight was described, only smaller, stood next to them. "FowlWings," Clearsight-looking-dragon-named-Moon said. "But I think Sheen will be the last one to come here for a long time." The pale sandy one laughed. "Well. Hello there, Sheen. I'm Jerboa, and welcome to Pyrrhia." She gripped her head tightly, clenched in her talons, digging in so hard she could feel the bright pricks of pain around her feathered frame. She suddenly longed to go back. Back to her home where the bright colors of feathers and the faintly glowing shapes along the adult females were cherished, back to where there was always plenty of nuts to eat of any kind you could imagine, back to where she called home. That means-
"You were scared of the...possession...thing, what did they call it again?" Moon thought for a moment before she answered herself. "The Othermind. Your tribe isn't taken by it, right?" Even this funky black dragon seemed to pity Sheen, who was not willing to answer more until she ate. And I mean real food. Sunflower seeds, or a Brazil nut, or...I'd even eat a yew berry at this point. The berries were known to make dragons incredibly sick and kill younger FowlWings, but older ones, or even mid-aged ones like Sheen had a built-up resistance to the toxic food.
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