Book 1 - Blackling Hive - A WoF Fanfiction

This fanfiction is a major W.I.P. 
=== Prologue ===
An amber egg was nestled in the great hatchery of Blackling Hive. Black and jasper shimmered beneath it's surface. The egg was ready to hatch. Soon enough, an eerie crack slithered along it's quiet shell, although it seemed full of life. Then another, and another, until a beak-like snout was visible. Then deep seafoam irises, until the whole egg was decimated and all that lay in it's place was a newborn HiveWing dragonet. A pineapple-yellow SilkWing took one look at him and then flew out of the hatchery with a purpose.
Meanwhile, a HiveWing couple were waiting anxiously for news of their dragonet. He should've hatched three days ago, and they both feared the worse; the egg was dead. Unexpectedly, a yellow SilkWing with emerald wings dotted with brown, announced, "You have a healthy dragonet, Damselfly and Deathwatch. A son." 
This was immediately followed by a cry of joy from Damselfly, her perfect jasper scales rippling as she dove to meet her dragonet, swooping low to the entrance of the hatchery, lit faintly by lamps and warmed by flamesilk. She bounded down gracefully to the nest where she knew the worrisome egg had been laid. The smooth tangerine egg had been replaced by a dragonet, curled up and snoring soundly. His scales were so much like his mother's, but he had the freckles on his snout, talons and tail that were so evident in Deathwatch, his crimson father. 
The young HiveWing woke up, flexing his toxic talons and looking up curiously at his parents. "You can choose his name," Deathwatch offered. "I don't like mine, and I'm worried bad naming runs in the family."
Damselfly snorted in amusement and leaned down to touch her snout with her son's. "I will name him Weaver. A beautiful name for a beautiful dragonet." Deathwatch and Damselfly scooped up Weaver and made their way towards their cell.
=== Chapter 1 ===
4 years later...
Weaver wolfed down his honey drops, savouring every taste. He licked his lips guiltily to clear away any traces of sweet nectar from his lips. He had stolen some from an old shopkeeper. This wasn't the first time he had stolen something and definently wouldn't be the last. Suddenly, a pretty melon-coloured SilkWing caught his eye, and he found himself flying towards her against his will.
The dragonet was about Weaver's age, with shimmering wing buds the colour of lemons, with white flecks. Curiosity sparkled in her pine-green eyes as she approached Weaver while he was landing on the floor of the Hive. "Hi!" Weaver rumbled cheerfully, ignoring the fact that he had just committed yet another theft. "I'm Weaver. What's your name?" 
"I'm Rosy Maple. Weird name, I know. Just call me Maple. By the way, I saw what you were doing back there, HiveWing." 
Weaver stiffened. Was his treachery about to be found out? "Don't worry! I'm not a snitch!" Maple purred in amusement.
Category:Fanfictions
Category:Fanfictions (Fanon)
Category:Fanfictions (Incomplete)