Wings of Fire: Grey's Escape

== Info ==
this is a little story about my silk oc, this isn’t my first priority unlike Wings of Fire: Asthatala, so it doesn’t have any fancy smancy pages for it
== Prologue ==
Grey was a dragon who liked the things the way they were. Sure, the HiveWings get better perks, and they get to boss her tribe around, but what could you want more than living in one of the awesome hives with awesome SilkWing powers? Well, not all of them. she thought, looking over at her wingbuds. They were a lighter grey-blue than the rest of her body, and she could see white in them. Grey had a feeling her wings were gonna be awesome.
She hopped up the spiral staircase to Tsetse Hive’s Cocoon, alone, as her parents were on a long business trip and her friends had school, and the principal would not be happy if they disappeared. Grey got a special pass, as it was her metamorphosis, of course. She landed at the top with a soft ‘thud’ of her talons. Unlike the other tribes, the Cocoon was at the top floor, and had an open sky, so SilkWings who had finished could test out their new wings. Lady Tsetse was much nicer to her SilkWing citizens than the other hives, other than Jewel hive, and that was what Grey liked about her. She scratched at her wrists, which were kinda irritating her, but her father told her that always happened. Nothing to worry about. A few HiveWing guards walked up to her, inspecting her wristband. Under the armor, the one looking at it’s brows furrowed. “Who’re your parents again?” They said slowly. “Uh, Swallowtail and Spearmint.” She stammered, confused. The guard was about to speak, but another butted in. “Spearmint didn’t make it to the cocoon in time, remember? It’s all fine.” They said.
Woah, did he just save me from loads of trouble? Nice of him. she thought with gratitude. “Oh right. You can go along,” the guard said as her wristband was taken off with a ‘click!’ Grey looked at the HiveWing, trying to telepathically say “Thank you.” He just nodded, and pointed his tail to the Cocoon entrance. She bolted in, excitement winning over the anxiety.
Grey stood in the center, with a few other SilkWings she didn’t remember next to her. One to her right fell into their trance and started spinning silvery white silk that wrapped around them. She blinked tiredly, feeling a bit woozy. Her thoughts were all slurred together when suddenly a sharp pain brought her back, out of her trance. Uh oh, that isn’t supposed to happen! Should I be like, asleep right now? She looked down, and watched as her silk underneath the stormy blue wrists pushed out, except it was purple. She yelped, trying to figure out why it was purple and also trying to not collapse, as a wave of tiredness hit her in the face. A guard dropped her spear and sprinted over to Grey as fast as her legs could carry her. Grey’s vision was soon covered by purple silk, as the cocoon closed near the top. With a jolt, she felt like she was being carried into the air. And out of the hive, Which was her last thought until she finally let the trance win.
== Chapter 1 ==
Grey awoke to the sound of trickling water to her left. And to purple, lots of purple. She felt something big and heavy on her back, and saw the faint outline of blue wings splayed across her cocoon. My cocoon. That’s where I am. She unfurled her white antennae to try and sense some more dragons, but all she got was somebody in front of her. She slashed the walls with her white claws, breaking the first layer of silk. She heard something clatter to the ground, probably belonging to the dragon. She ripped more and more silk off before finally, the cocoon gave way and ripped open. She saw a flash of warm golden scales as her rescuer(?) ran out of the way. Grey broke out of her cocoon, shaking herself to get the feeling back in her limbs. Her wings felt unnecessarily heavy and big and in the way, though she suspected she’d get used to it pretty fast. The dragon beside her let out a breath of relief, and she looked over to the silhouette of a HiveWing leaning against the wall. “Wha-“ she began, dumbfounded. Why was a HiveWing here? Where even was here? “ Who are you?” She said sharply, craning her neck to get a better look at her. She had yellow scales, with bursts of black like fireworks all down her spine to her tail. Her talons were black, and so were her horns and snout. Her wings were mostly black, with a stripe of yellow, making visible to plant patterns on her wings. That must be hard to live with, having something banned permanently stuck on you. “Izula. I’m Izula.” The HiveWing responded. “You?”
She took a moment to filter that question through all the other ones overstuffing her brain. “Grey, why?” Izula drew in a sharp breath. “Grey, huh? Daughter of Spearmint, which means you are Dust’s granddaughter, correct?” How does she know all this? Grey thought, but answered all the same. “Yeah, but what does that have to-“ Izula ran up and shushed her, looking her straight in the eyes.
“Grey, Dust was the original Queen Monarch’s son, which makes you royalty.”
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“WHAT!?” Grey roared, flinging out her wings. “But I’m not- I’m not Monarch’s great grandsomething!” She narrowed her eyes. “How do you know all this anyways?” Guilt briefly flickered across Izula’s face. “I uh, maybe broke into the old old SilkWing kingdom, figured out where Spearmint’s father hid her cocoon, and interrogated her when she came out...?” Grey somehow managed to look even more furious. “I KNEW IT! I KNEW HIVEWINGS WERE ALL SNEAKY LITTLE DIRTY SNAKES!” Izula ran up and shushed her again with wide eyes, pointing outside, where sunlight was filtering in. “First of all, I’m not as bad as you think, and second of all, if you are gonna keep screaming, do it somewhere they can’t hear you!” she hissed, dragging Grey to the back of the cave. “They’re looking for me?” Grey asked, her anger had stayed behind while Izula was walking her over there. “Yes, and it’s kind of a big deal... I mean, you would think Wasp wouldn’t care about royal SilkWings all that much, but I guess she sees them as like, a huge threat to her power.” She rambled on for what felt like ages. Suddenly, a silence fell, and Grey picked up the sound of talonsteps. Close ones. 
Somebody’s inside.
== Chapter 3 ==
Izula bolted into a crack on the wall, and Grey was soon to follow. She squeezed herself, and her wings, inside as the dragon walked past. "Two missing SilkWings. Just great. And one has a HiveWing with them, shame I don't know her name." muttered the dragon darkly in a weird creepy double-layered voice that made the spines on Grey's neck prickle uncomfortably. "Wasp." breathed Izula behind her, in a voice that was possibly more terrified then Grey felt. Grey whirled around. "That was Wasp?" she hissed. "No, I mean, yes, but technically no." Izula replied, squeezing out of the crack. A HiveWing walked by again, and Izula snapped rigid, her eyes full of terror, but she managed the whole "HiveWing soldier stance" pretty well.
wip
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