The RainWing Throne

For the Workshop of Wings, the Wings of Writing!!
My prompts were Longing, Builders, Usurpation. Without further ado, enjoy!
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The NightWing's have vanished off the face of the contient. Rumors have spread around Pyrrhia that they were running from Darkstalker, a dragon who apparently did something so horrible, the entire tribe fled. But what he did was lost . . . no one knew besides the NightWings. 
The SeaWing's and SkyWing's are on the verge of war, tensions brimming for yet another secret, but terrible, event that no one knew about. 
The IceWing's are thrown into utter chaos from their disappearing enemies, to the IceWing's who are killed every full moon. In other words, the contient is in chaos. 
To make matters worse, Queen Anaconda has died peacefully in her sleep, but has left no heirs to take the throne. The entire RainWing council was brought together, and after many weeks of discussing, they found a solution . . . 
==Chapter One==
Could it be true?
The rain pounded at my back like talons crushing my wings as I flew through the trees. Even though thunder was rumbling and lightning was flashing, and the wind was enough to blow a dragon away, my wings were spread as far as they could go. A sudden blast of howling wind blew my course off, but I managed to right myself before I slammed into a large banyan tree. I rubbed my head, and checked my wings for any damage.  
Nothing. So I continued towards the distant building I could barely see through the pelting rain and howling wind. I mean, it was called the RAINforest, it would be even weirder and more awful if it was, let’s say, snowing all the time. No, snow was for those snobs IceWing’s only.  
I did a flip in the air, smiling as raindrops pelted my body. It could’ve possible! My dream could come true. I did another flip in the air and landed in front of a small building labeled “Orphanage”. I stepped through the narrow doorway, brushing past the leaf crayons easily.  
“I’m back!” I called, shaking the raindrops off my wings as I stomped on the rough hardwood the floors.  
“Blueberry!” Drop yelped, skipping towards me on graceful talons. To everyone else, Drop may seem like a sweetheart, but I know what she truly is. “You’re back!” She seized my shoulders in a hug, but her snout was next to my ear and the dragons I heard approaching probably wouldn’t be able to hear what she was whispering to me. “It’s about TIME.” She whispered harshly in my ear, pulling back wuth a smirk.  
She grabbed the bag around my shoulders and dumped out some fruit, picking through the pile. “Ooh bananas!” She said cheerfully. “Perfect for you Banana.” She tossed the banana to a small, nervous looking RainWing, who caught it and held it in his talons like it was covered with slugs.  
“Thats not the only exciting thing.” I said, barely containing my excitement. I took the bag back from her and searched through it, until I found the tiny slip of paper. I held it out triumphantly and Drop snatched it from my talons.  
“Let me see.” She said, dipping her snout to read it, her eyes darting back and forth so quickly t made my head hurt just watching her. She suddenly looked up, her face so comically disbelieving i just barely held in my laughter. ”Is this real?” She spat, waving it in my face. I nodded, shooting a smirk at her.  
“I think I’m going to run.” I said proudly, looking at all the disbelieving faces of both the orphans and the caretaker, Liana.  
“Run for what?” Liana said slowly, wringing her light pea green talons nervously.  
”He wants to be king!” Drop laughed, waving the paper in Liana’s face. “This says that anyone who wants to run can run and the entire RainWing tribe will vote in the next ruler!” Liana looked at me, her scales slashing a lighter shade of green.  
“But darling,” she said softly, gently towards me. “You’re male.” I glanced down at my talons, then back up at Liana, and Drop, who was flashing me the most smug smile ever.  
“I mean,” I said, trying to say the speech I practiced on my way here. “Does it matter whether I’m a girl or a boy? If I have good ideas, which I think I do, it shouldn’t matter, right?” Liana rubbed her chin, thinking for a long moment. 
”I suppose not.” She said finally, tossing her talons into the air. “Very well, you may run.” Drop looked from her to me with a disbelieving look on her face. It was so priceless!  
“Thats not fair!” Drop said furiously, stomping her talon. “If that transplant from Stupidville can run, then so can I?” Everyone looked at her, their mouths agape. Her scales were a furious beet red, but a bit of embaressment began to crawl through her scale. “I mean,” she said smoothly. “If sweet Blueberry can run, then I think I will.“ Liana sighed, looking from me to her, then back again. 
”Very well.” She muttered. ”You both may run.” 
== Chapter Two ==
”You’re going down.” Drop hissed at me, leaning so far off her pedestal, I thought she would topple right off. Which, lets be honest, would be absolutely hilarious. Me, Drop, and another RainWing, I’m not totally sure of his name, had been campsigning for two weeks now, and even though I had longed to be a king (well, let’s be honest, not really a king, since I never thought that was possible, let’s say I had always wanted to help my tribe in a position of power) basically my whole life, I was starting, just starting, to regret it.
It was so tiring. I barely got any sleep from worrying somuch, and every time we campaigned, Drop just got more and more vicious every day, constantly making snide remarks or making false promises, basically whatever she could do to me.
”I don’t think so.” I said back to her, flicking my wings. Don’t let her see how nervous you are because she will eat that up like a coconut on a sunny day. Category:Fanfictions
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