The Deadly Poison

(Alright, so before any of you say anything, this is my idea on how The Dangerous Gift could go. I changed the title for obvious reasons, copyright and stuff, but yeah. Basically how I expect the 14th book to go. Please note that this is my take. And for reasons, I'm going to say that I started writing this on May 10th, 2020, so if anything I write is similar to the upcoming book, it's not my fault. Anyways... ON WITH THE STORY!)
==Prologue==
Sometimes, when Hazel felt sad, or scared, she would close her eyes and imagine her parents. She never knew them very well, because they died when she was a young dragonet, barely one year old. But she liked to imagine them. Her mother would have a kind smile and bright green wings, and her father might have a booming laugh and would teach her how to fly between the Venus Dragontraps. Sometimes, in her make-believe world; she would have a little sister or brother with her, giggling and laughing. Maybe they would like books as much as she did, and Hazel would sit down next to them and show them the right way to bind a book, and their talons would get sticky with tree sap and they would laugh loudly while their parents watched in amusement.
Hazel was brought back to reality by the shouting from behind her. She shook herself out of her dream. Focus, Hazel, she scolded herself, and turned behind her to see what was going on. It was the PoisonWing, Nettle, she remembered, scowling and arguing with Sundew.
Hazel didn't know quite what to feel about Sundew. She seemed relatively okay, and Willow trusted her, so Hazel trusted her as well. But she had a sort of angry aura that made Hazel slightly uncomfortable, but Hazel supposed that she would have to get used to it, now that she was kind of maybe queen after great-grandmother--
Nope. Nopety nope nope nope. Not going there today. Bad Hazel.
She's alive. She has to be.
Nettle was shouting something angry, and Sundew was snapping back at her, and Willow was watching them both with a sort of conflicted expression, as if not knowing whether she should calm Sundew down or try to reason with Nettle.
Pieces of the conversation reached Hazel's ears.
"I am not following a SapWing to who-knows-where to look for a mysterious continent that might not even exist!" said Nettle, obviously furious.
"That 'SapWing' is your new queen," snarled Sundew. "And she's going to save us. If you don't want to come, you can stay here and get your brain overtaken by a mind-controlling plant."
Nettle seemed to have nothing to say to that, so she snarled and stomped off, muttering furious things under her breath.
Turning, Sundew shouted at the LeafWings. "Alright, stop yapping and listen up! Hazel-" she gestured in the other LeafWing's direction, "Is your new queen--"
There was an explosion of noise and shouting.
"ENOUGH!" shouted... Willow? Hazel blinked in surprise at seeing her so angry. Willow turned to the dragons, her voice quiet but washing over the crowd. "Hazel has been practicing and learning as much as she can," she said firmly. "And she is also your only hope for survival. So listen to her."
"Or don't," interjected Sundew. "We have no problem leaving you here to get mind-controlled by a psychopathic plant."
The last statement seemed to make the PoisonWings (LeafWings, Hazel told herself. We're all LeafWings.)understand the seriousness of the matter. Still grumbling, but slightly less so, they got into position, complying, for the first time, to what they were saying.
Sundew turned to Hazel, eyes narrowed. "Well?" she asked, gesturing to the sea. "Lead the way."
Sometimes, when Hazel was sad, or scared, she would close her eyes and imagine a better world, one with a family and dreams and hope and laughter and peace. But now was not the time for dreaming. Now was the time for stepping up and doing so the dreams could become reality.
So Hazel opened her eyes—
And flew.
==Chapter One==
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