Book sixteen: The pendant of power. Arc: the flamesilk prophecy

= Book Sixteen: The Pendant of Power. Arc: The Flamesilk Prophecy. =
DO NOT EDIT NO MATTER THE CONTEXT. 
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Also, most chapters including the prologue are unfinished and/or awaiting my grammatic comb.
(I make sure to correct any grammar mistakes). 
Sorry that the cover is dodgy. It was the only way I could upload it.
(Also, on the label "Queens", don't change anything. It is in the far future, when Blicket and Moonbli's dragonets have a dragonet.) BTW, when it says Moth got her 'abilities from Moonwatcher', it means that Moth got her NightWing genes from Moonwatcher, not the powers themselves
The war has ended... the Darkstalker defeated... the abyss destroyed by talons united... but secrets still hide... Sides divided
(Note: That is not the prophecy)
base by Peregrinecella
== Queens: ==
SilkWing Rep: Lady Azure
HiveWing: Queen Choresine
LeafWing Rep: Lady Juniper
NightWing: Queen Stardrop
RainWing: Queen Stardrop
SandWing: Queen Beetle
SkyWing: Queen Rubellite
SeaWing: Queen Auklet
MudWing: Queen Caramel
IceWing: Queen Aurora
== The Flamesilk Prophecy ==
They walk the ground, scorch the trees...
Burning mountains and burning bees...
A piercing shriek, a spark alights...
Then comes a fire, burning bright...
Beware the gem that swirls of moon...
Beware the pendants that light the room...
Beware the one who's power is unmatched...
Beware the one whom's burning egg has cracked...
Together we face an evil as one race...
Dragons... Humans... A force of one...
The streak that burns like the setting sun...
== Jade Winglet ==
=== SilkWings: ===
Moth, Actias
=== RainWings: ===
Paradise, Peacock
=== SeaWings: ===
Hurricane, Pelican
=== NightWings: ===
Stargazer, Wingstorm
=== SkyWings: ===
Ember, Blazetide
=== HiveWings: ===
Silkworm, Yellowstripe (On a quick note, Silkworm is a SilkWing name, as silkworms produce silk, unlike wasps, bees, etc
=== MudWings: ===
Ox, Wildebeest
=== IceWings: ===
Skyfall, Snowfox (another quick note, but Skyfall should definitely sing like Adele) (Let the SKYFALLlllll and it CRUMBLEESsss we will STAND TALLLLLl and face it all...)
=== LeafWings: ===
Pine, Grove
=== SandWings: ===
Ra, Deathstalker
== Prologue ==
"PEPPER SPRAY!!!"
"Don't yell at me! You dropped the loot!"
"You caused it!"
Lumindra sighed, letting the calmness of the outdoors seep into her bones and cool her inner self. Perhaps it was her stress, but she was feeling much better. She closed her eyes and sighed again, listening to the sounds of her forest under those of her shrieking kids.
"Can't I change my name?"
"Your name is fine."
"Hmmm... you're right. It's not as stupid as yours."
"There's NOTHING wrong with my name! There's something wrong with you."
"Me?"
"Yeah! You chose the name Pepper for your character and Pepper Spray as your codename, so I don't see what's wrong!"
"Yours is Juniper and 'Jungle Oats'. Jungle Oats! That's so stupid!"
"We live in the rainforest, and I like oatmeal, so there should really be no problem."
"Children," said Lumindra calmly, eyeing her two identical children, just one with a kind, stubborn, round face, and the other with sharper features and underlying frustration. "Lunestrie, apologize to your sister. She chose the codename 'Jungle Oats' purely because she enjoys eating Oats' and living in the Jungle. Lumiera, don't undermine your sister's attempts. Both of you, stop playing around and act serious."
Lumiera popped her head through a raised bar in their intricate treehouse, sticking out her tongue, her golden eyes glittering, her mind pulsing with magic, magic Lumindra knew she'd inherited from her. Lumindra stared at her daughter, then down at her other daughter, Lunestrie, who glared up at her twin, and pursed her lips. 
"You two can't go about fighting forever," Lumindra said sternly. "Lumi, Lune, come here. I have a story to tell you." 
"Yippee!” shouted Lumiera enthusiastically, and rightfully so, as Lumiera loved writing and hearing stories, all adding to her overactive imagination. She jumped down her treehouse from the slide backwards and casually landed on her head, and Lumindra moved to put her right-side up. 
"Stop your tea-act-tricks," snapped Lunestrie, sashaying up to Lumindra as she set Lumiera on her buttocks. 
"It's theatrics." 
"No t'isn't. Mummy, she's pat-room-eyes-ing me again!" shrieked Lunestrie, flinging herself upon her mother. "She doesn't get to do that!" She began to wail, which was completely fair, as the pair were only seven years of age, and threw a massive tantrum in which she kicked and screeched. 
Lumindra winced, staring down at her smiley, grammar-knowledgeable, magical daughter then down at her other one, and scowls and attacks. She liked to think that she didn't pick favorites, but Lunestrie was more trouble than she was worth. Really. 
Did I just have that thought? she wondered. I'd better stop thinking like that.
Lumindra sighed down at her children, staring at each one in turn. "You two need to learn some discipline."
"Don't worry, Mummy!" chirped Lumiera, getting up and doing a dance. "I'll become a Mistress of Magic just like you!"
"And I'll punch the other clans like Mister Lion does!" shrilled Lunestrie, making her mother wince.
Lumindra's frown slowly turned into a smile, and she saw that her children would have a very nice future indeed. Sure, some paths led down nasty fates that involved a lot of bloodshed, but if she played her cards right, Lumiera and Lunestrie would make great contributions to the Clan. 
== Chapter One ==
Moth was a dragon who studied. A LOT.
She studied, studied, studied… in the form of books. She made books, wrote books, weaved and painted covers for books, read books… basically, her life revolved around books.
She was super-powered, too.
She had inherited a poisonous SandWing tail barb from Qibli, her grandfather from her father’s side, NightWing mindreading and future foreseeing prophecy-powers from Moonwatcher, her grandmother from her father’s side, SilkWing flamesilk from Blue, her grandfather from her mom’s side, a HiveWing wrist-stinger stabby- thing from Cricket, her grandmother from her mom’s side (Although Cricket didn’t have that stinger so, not really from her but still a HiveWing ability).
Her pet human, Tapir, could shape-shift into different creatures. His main form was a human, but he often shape-shifted into a leopard named Golden. And, sometimes, he would shape-shift into dragons. Once, Moth was exploring the Poison Jungle, and had to cross a pond full of waterweels and underwater Venus dragon traps. At the time, she was still recovering from a high drop that dislocated one wing, so Tapir had to turn into a Leafwing and use his leafspeak to grow a branch out so that she could safely cross. She was very, very thankful to him.
And now, Moth sat next to Silky on the pink cotton-carpet of their class, listening to their teacher, Termite, intently.
Moth’s antennae unfurled, sensing a new movement in the air, apart from her classmate, Earwig, who twitched constantly and moved and fidgeted. Their mind hummed with work and activity; Oh, I promised Queen Choresine that her daughter, Pterygota, could paint the Ten Tribes Mural tomorrow; What if I don’t get time to do the reading on the history of the scorching?; Will Queen Azure be mad at me if I miss the meeting in a few days’ time?; Ugh! shoot! I forgot to water the orchid-box! Will Actias be mad at me?
Moth instantly recognized that mind. It was great-aunt Luna, headmaster of Luna Academy.
Her mind had gotten frighteningly more busy than Moonwatcher, Moth’s grandmother , had described.
Luna stepped into the room. Her gentle caterpillar-green wings shimmered shades of bright luna-moth green in the sunlight filtering through the windows.
“Hello, class,” Luna said in a kind, cheerful voice. “Pleased to see that they’re not out-of-control, am I right?” She nodded politely to their teacher, who stepped aside.
“Today I’m going to be talking about the Scorching,” Luna said. If it weren’t for those stupid humans, we wouldn’t even have had the Scorching, thought Moth bitterly. “Does anyone know what that is?”
Bristletail raised his hand.
“Yes?” Luna asked, nodding at Bristletail.
“It’s when the old dragons burned a bunch of stuff,” Bristletail answered. “And then they created tribes and queens.” The MudWing-HiveWing hybrid was a maroon-saffron with red and black stripes. "Like Silkiana, the first Queen of the BeetleWings!"
"Yes," Luna said, a little impatiently. "Now..."
After school, Moth curled up next to Tapir, and his three kids, Quail, the eldest of the human dragonets, who was twelve years old, and who was also holding a baby white-tiger named Lunestria, and Rubie and Quill, the twins who were only eight. Her room was big and airy, with a nest-type bed hanging on golden chain links. Silk pillows and blankets of all colors were thrown on the bed. Three polished wooden desks took up one-third of the room, covered in book making supplies and art supplies and homework and collections of artwork and flowers and all sorts of stuff, but they were all packed neatly. The wooden floor was shiny and polished, but still a little scuffed by talons, and the room itself was suspended on a high, sturdy, vines-of-white-orange-pink-orchids-covered branch of an eighteen-year-old gigantic boabab which was born from Sundew's leafspeak. Artwork covered the walls, and sunlight poured through windows climbing in with vines of the same orchids as the branch that the room was suspended on had. Flamesilk lamps with single-strands of Moth's own flamesilk stood on a wooden side-table next to her bed, and on some parts of her desks, and little budles of phosphorescent moss and glowing flowers that looked like they each had fireflies swarming around their insides crept all along the exterior walls of her room. honestly, it was the room of any dragon's dreams.
Lumiera, Tapir's wife, climbed through the window of Moth's room. Her brown hair faded beautifully to pink, and a strand of gold ran down it. She had bangs, and two strands of hair flopped out on either side. She had two ponytails extending on either side, tied with golden hair ties, and two purple star-shaped earrings glimmered, hanging from each ear. Her dragonlike eyes shimmered golden, and a golden star pattern shone on her cheeks. She had skirt overalls made of leopard fur, and a shimmery golden amulet-pendant studded with a single pink gem that gave off a sort of powerful light energy. She had a black leather jacket with a line of azure-blue-violet-purple scales down each sleeve, and a choker in the same color of dragon-scales. (The scales were given from Moth) She had black leather shoes, that each had a long, leather piece that swirled up her legs.
Even though she couldn't read human minds, Lumiera still raidiated worry, but a fierce, majestic aura as well.
"Lion's dead!" Lumiera blurted. "Porcupine killed him. Porcupine's leader now."
That news seemed to startle Tapir; his glowing blue strand seemed to glow brighter in his hazelnut-brown hair. "But ─ but ─ Isn't she ─?"
"My enemy," Lumiera groweled. She sat next to Quail, who looked like a miniature version of Lumiera, but with her short hair down with a single bun. But she had the same bangs, jacket, earrings, shoes, star pattern and choker. She had overalls made of leopard fur, but not skirt overalls. It was the normal human type. "And guess what? My sister's the commander of TigerStripeClan's warrior force!"
Quail meanwhile, was pealing a banana with expert little twitches of her human paws. "You mean─?" She began, then hesitated. Then, lowering her voice a little: "You mean the one who killed Raja?"
Lumiera sighed. "Yes."
From what Tapir told her, Moth remembered how Tapir and Lumiera fled from their Clans (SeaShellClan for Tapir and TigerStripeClan for Lumiera) to be together, fourteen years ago. First, they kept it a secret. Then, Raja was born, with an unmistakable strand of glowing blue hair in his hair, that signaled that he was from SeaShellClan. Tapir couldn't take it back to SeaShellClan or it would raise suspicion, and Lumiera couldn't because the glowing blue strand would signal the Clan that had been her Clan's enemy for over five millennia. Lumiera fled, but Porcupine ambushed her, and Lumiera's own sister, Lunestrie, killed Raja with a crossbow, saying the words "You shouldn't have broken the rules, Little Sister; you should've killed him the first chance you got." Tapir had saved Lumiera by turning into a LeafWing and using leafspeak. After, they came to the very baobab that Moth lived in (Moth wasn't hatched then), and constructed a house. Soon after, Quail was born, now twelve, and then twins Rubie and Quill, now eight.
"While I was scouting the perimeter of the forest floor near our home," Lumiera went on, "I heard some of Porcupine's guards gossiping about her kill. Even though I know we have a force-field," she added quickly, catching Quail's eye-roll. "I just want us to be safe."
"Oh, you are safe," said a voice. A human who looked much like Lumiera stepped in through the window.
"Just not if you're a traitor," Lunestrie said, "Oh! You are. Well, have fun dying!"
== Chapter Two ==
Lumiera pressed a small light orb on a sort of ball made of gold and scales, and it turned into the two-sided light spear hooky-thing that Moth had seen before.
"Mother died of sickness," Lunestrie spat like rotten plums, her voice full of icy anger. "So, you need to rejoin the tribe, to be the next Mistress of Magic."
"No!" Lumiera flaired, then lowered her voice, shooting a look full of daggers at Lunestrie, "I will never, never, NEVER rejoin that stupid clan!"
Moth put out her left wrist, letting the venomous stinger slip out. Was she trembling? Was she hesitating?
But... She thought. But I don't kill dragons or humans. It's illegal. But? Should I? she's threatening Lumiera; I should. But we don't know if she's under a spell. Moth internally sighed.
Then, Lunestrie disappeared.
And in her place... A single pink star, that turned into a pendant. It had a dark pink gem that raidiated with bright golden energy. It had a golden rim and was set on a golden linked chain.
It floated gently to rest around Moth's neck. Moth... It whispered. I am the creator of the Flamesilk Pendant of Power. I enchanted it so that when I die, my soul could rest in the gem. You are the chosen keeper.
What? ME? Moth thought, then realized she'd said it aloud.
Yes... It whispered. Perhaps you don't think you're worthy, or ready, but with practice you will have some of the most powerful magic behind your claws. My brothers and sisters each put their souls in each pendant. The Tigers' Eye Pendant of Power is Lumiera's. My brother tiger's soul rests in it. Two twin NightWings named Stargazer and Wingstorm each have one of the Twin star Pendant of Power pendants. My little sibling twins Twinkle and Cloud created it. He sighed. I will train you, and you will hold some of the most powerful magic.
Suddenly, a loud crash came from outside. Moth looked out of her window, to see that her water collection bucket was toppled over, half in the river. She used the rope still hanging out from the pulley to hoist it up.
A small, blue shape caught the corner of her eye. Tall, handsome, green-blue eyed, large SkyWing-ish wings that were a greenish-yellow in fear, surprise, and joy, scales like diamonds, a sizzle of water touching his burning copper scales dotting his body, bioluminescent scales...
"Blazetide!" Moth cried in delight. She leaped through the window, climbing down the vines-of-orchids-covered branches, until she stood at the foot of the great baobab tree, next to Lumiera and Tapir's home. "Do you know what's happening tomorrow?"
"Um... should I?" Blazetide asked nervously. He wore a small bracelet with a single skyfire rock, so Moth couldn't read his thoughts. He also wore a single snail-shell earring, and a necklace with a similar shell.
"Tomorrow is the dry season!" Moth said. "And when it's the dry season," she sang, "we get to go to Pyrrhia! At Jade Mountain Academy! LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" I'll get to see Princess Peacock and Princess Paradise! And Stargazer and Windstorm! My awesome clawmates! Moth thought excitedly.
Her brown leather bag was slung across her chest, containing a brown leather notebook with a golden tree with yellow, orange, and pink crystals as leaves and flowers, two hubs at the bottom and top of the spine, and her name on the spine in between the hubs. Apon arrival at the Academy, she flew into the hall of her cave, and found it. It was covered in a vines-of-white-orange-pink-orchids curtain. She pushed it aside. Her room was big and airy, with two windows. A round table stood in the middle, with seats around it and a yellow fire-globe lit in the middle. Her bed was a hanging nest-bed, right across from the door, and was covered in silk blankets, pillows, and cushions of all colors. a large creavace was gauged out beside the bed. It had two scrolls from math and science and a big book from history neatly in it, with a label with Moth's name at the top. Blazetide had a similar nest-bed to the right of hers, and Princess Paradise, Princess Peacock, Stargazer, and Wingstorm each had a hammock to the left of Moth's. 
Princess Peacock came into their cave. she was a blueish-turquiose, with spots of purple. she had black wings, black horns and ruff, a black snout, and black talons reaching all the way up to her upper legs. Wherever there were black scales, silver ones were scattered. Other than that, little pink, orange, yellow, and green freckles polka-dotted her on her tail, cheeks, and front talons, as well as her wings, horns, and ruff. Her only jewelry was her floral crown and floral bracelet, golden necklace with little skyfire stones, and golden earrings with skyfire stones. She had silver scales near her eyes, signalling her mind-reading abilities. She blushed when she saw Moth. "You're here!" she said in her quiet but excited voice. She rolled her history scroll in her claws. "We had history with the Silver Winglet today, although Professor Jade had too many sprinkie berries and wasn't feeling well, so Professor Skyfire had to replace her." She shuddered, and the ruff behind her ears turned a greenish-black. "It wasn't my favorite lesson is what I'm saying." 
Then, sharp as lightning daggers, fast as a skywing in flight, furious as an enraged dragon... a vision hit. Moth let out a cry, before turning her snout up to the sky, eyes pure glass-white, words marched out... in a dark layered creepy voice not like her own: 
"They walk the ground, scorch the trees... 
Burning mountains and burning bees...
A piercing shriek, a fire alight...
Then comes a fire, burning bright...
"Beware the gem that swirls of moon...
Beware the two pendants that makes light fill the room...
Beware the one who's power is unmatched...
Beware the one who's egg of fire has cracked...
Together, we face an evil, as one race...
Dragons... Humans... A power... A force of one...
The streak that burns like the setting sun..."
Moth felt soft wings pressing her own.
"Is she okay?" 
"Woah, look her eyes were just white!"
"Oh my gosh! Was that a PROPHECY?"
"Oh so she was part NightWing."
"Moth! Moth, are you alright?"
That last comment was in the softly sweet, anxiously worried voice of Blazetide. At that moment, Moth realized that she'd been dragged onto her bed, and that almost the whole Jade Winglet and Gold Winglet had crowded her small cave (her winglet was supposed to do History with theirs). She only heard about twelve thoughts, but knew they were all there from their thoughts. She felt Blazetide's talons gently holding her trembling ones, and heard Professor Clay's thoughts as he entered the cave. He taught herbs and healing. She slipped his thoughts into a raindrop, as Grandma Moonwatcher had taught her.
"Shhhhhhhh, it's okay." She felt Clay's colder but warmer talons hold hers, and Blazetide's warmly cozy yet scaley talons slip away. 
"I-I'm fine," She said hoarsely, pushing herself upright. She felt the pressuring thoughts of others' minds close in around her, and she felt herself falling into an abyss, falling, crashing, until she could no longer feel herself. What... she thought, What is this...? and she collapsed into the darkness of her own faded mind once more. 
"Is she gonna be okay?" 
"I think so, nothing fractured or broken." 
"Are you sure...?" 
"Yes, I'll tranq her again in a sec." 
Moth saw the blurry forms of dragons' bodies, one of them picking up a tranq. "No," she tried to mumble, but her tongue felt swolen and rolled to the side, causing her to loose power over her speech. She tried to think back to what had happened. So, she delivered a prophecy, and... collapsed. But she didn't hurt herself badly, did she? She couldn't feel her talons, or her tail, or even her two wings. One of her eyes was sealed shut and there was an odd, potent smell of something minty in the air, as if it was all over her. Oh THREE MOONS! she thought dubiously. Mom will be SO ANGRY! She says never to let our scales get all scuffy-scuffy or we'll... we'll... 
She felt a sharp pain as another tranquilizer dart hit her neck and her vision went blank. 
"Is she alright?" 
"She hit her head pretty hard, so we're not sure."
"MOONS, Clay. Be a little more reassuring."
"Uhhh... right. Don't worry, she'll be fine, we think."
"You THINK? Blaze, honey, don't worry, your friend will be alright."
"I find it kind of funny your parents named you after that vapid SandWing Princess."
"CLAY!"
"All I'm saying is that my Grandson deserves better. Isn't that right, grandson?"
"All I really care about right now is Moth, grandpa. I don't really care about my name."
 
Moth shook herself, blinking out of the sleepy haze the tranq darts had put her under. She looked uneasily around the room, at the three dragons around her in the Infirmary. There stood three dragons, one the everworried Blazetide, the other a sweetly grumpy Clay, and the third a concerned-looking Sunny. It seemed she got quite a welcome party. 
"Moth, dear, you're awake." Sunny was weary of Moth; Moth could see it in her thoughts. Of what, though? Something about what she'd said before? Moth was still trying to remain upright, so her mind reading was a bit wonky. 
Blazetide rushed to Moth, his snout crinkling worriedly. "Are you alright?"
"A little woozy, but yes, I think," Moth said, wincing from the sudden upwrightedness and the bright light. 
"Well, now that that's over," said Clay, limping over to Moth, "we have a few questions."
"Quite a few," Sunny chimed in, seating herself besides Clay. 
"Before you fainted, do you remember seeing anything strange?" asked Clay. "Like, say, a vision?" Sunny glared daggers at him.
"I-I can't remember," replied Moth, not quite knowing what they were getting at. She hadn't gotten any visions recently, had she? She always found those odd and cryptic, so she shied away from them as much as possible. She gave the wall opposite her a hard look. "At least, I think I can't remember. I'm really trying though, if that helps?"
Clay nodded knowingly, staring into her eyes. "Moth, you gotta understand... before you passed out, what you said sounded a lot like a Prophecy."
As soon as those words left his mouth, Sunny mumbled, "oh dear," and Moth was left reeling. A Prophecy? From her? What, talons of doom and a distant land and dragonets destined to save the day? What was this, a dragonets' scroll? Moonwatcher was the only certified Prophet in the tribe. Shouldn't she be delivering all those prophecies? And why did it have to be dragonets anyway? Moth had come here to learn, didn't she? Did she really need to become a runaway superhero?
She realized she was possibly reading too far into this, so she looked up at them with wide eyes. "A Prophecy..." she said faintly, blood rushing to her head and her heart beating frantically. "Me, delivering a prophecy? No siree. I think you got the wrong dragon." She felt her head get all woozy, and she chuckled dryly. "That's something to tell my parents at the end of today. I can just imagine our conversation: 'Today I learned a lot! We did maths and science and, ooh, I almost forgot! I delivered a prophecy! Gotta go save the world from impending DOOOoooOOooOOoOM! See ya!' That will certainly go well."
"Moth," said Sunny firmly, looking straight into her two eyes, "we thought all the Doom was over, alright? We're just... worried." She paused over that word. "The last time a student delivered a prophecy, they ran off into the great unknown. And, well, since Tsunami is the head of school, this may not go over well."
"That's quite an understatement," Moth heard Clay think, but his warm brown eyes reached hers before she could speak. "Moth, If this prophecy is important, like all the others out there, you just need to do what feels right," he said. "Think about it. In all the past prophecies, has anyone super important died?"
"N-no...." Moth was quite confused now. "I mean, except for maybe the bad guys. But... why are you asking me this?"
"Because," said Clay matter-of-factly, "you likely won't die. You'll be completely, one hundred percent OK."
"Well," said Sunny, "I recall three prophecies ago, we were locked up in a cave and then sent to the arena. I doubt that would be safe for little dragonets."
"We were little dragonets," Clay replied, "and Glory saved us with her magical death spit."
"She doesn't have Glory's magical death spit this time," Sunny said, rolling her eyes.
"Yes, well, Moth can read minds, I'm sure. She has flamesilk, and a poison barb. She'll be fine, I think."
"There are tons of quadbrids out there. One will overpower here some time or another."
"Yes, but--"
"Guys," she interrupted, somehow managing to capture their attention for the first time in centuries (although her latest episode had sure garnered enough attention as it was), "have you thought about how important this must be? Think about it; your prophecy ended a war that killed countless dragons. The second one stopped a plague caused by Darkstalker. The third one was literally you guys up against a mind-controlling plant and an evil Queen. If this really is another prophecy, then shouldn't I try, even if I end up getting hurt?"
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