Imprisoned, Rebelling, Loyal, or Dead ~WINGS OF FIRE FANFIC~

Hi! This is a Wings of Fire fanfiction written by Brambleshade of ShadowClan. It is based on this roleplay on the WoF canon wiki!
You can find a list of the characters here.
You can find the cover for the book here.
DISCLAIMER: THIS BOOK CONTAINS GRAPHIC SCENES AND PROFANITIES. IT ALSO CONTAINS SCENES ABOUT DIVORCE, PARENTAL ABUSE, AND ATTEMPTED KIDNAPPING. IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, PLEASE DO NOT PROCEED IN READING.
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PROLOUGE 
Midnight was listening.
If he pricked his ears and listened but didn't listen for anything in particular, he heard everything.
A paperdragonet on the streets was handing out news phamplets about how amazing and spectacular the new queen was; the couple next door-Oh, why doesn't Threatlife just grant them a divorce, Midnight thought frustratedly-were arguing again, and from the sounds of it,  throwing things; and somewhere, a scavenger was screaming while dragons laughed loudly. Midnight could hear music from the nearby local bar, The Combusted Scavenger, and guessed that they were holding scavenger contests again-and the screaming one had lost.
But none of these mostly-horrific sounds were what Midnight was listening for. No, the small, scrawny NightWing was waiting for something. A very particular noise, which would come at a very particular time. Midnight was lying on the floor of his small bedroom in the tiny house that he lived in with his older sister, Dead of Night, and her cat Crush. They lived on Pyrrhia-or what used to be Pyrrhia, anyways. The new Queen, Queen Threatlife of the NightWings, renamed it The Continent that Threatens Lives. Midnight sighed, pushing the thoughts of NightWings are evil that bothered him a lot out of his head and resuming listening.
Suddenly, he heard it; the sound he had been waiting for....
Tap. Tap-tap-tap. Tap-tap. Tap.
The secret code! The one Midnight had just learned at his intuition the other day. Hurridly, he tapped out his own pattern.
Tap-tap-tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
The dragon underneath his floorboards paused, as though listening for something. Evidently hearing nothing, the dragon continued into a message in RTC-Resistance Tap Code-and Midnight scribbled it down onto a scroll.
After a few moments of continual tapping, the dragon tapped the code for See you soon, and when Midnight paused and did his half-listening half-not listening thing, he could hear faint talons slithering away down the secret tunnels. The NightWing read the code eagerly-and his heart sank to his talons.
More have been captured. Commander Tornado calls meeting tonight. Your name. See you soon.
Midnight's thoughts whirled frantically. Who? Who have been captured? No-it can't be Oasis. She would be too swift, too fast, for them to catch her, I think. I hope. Right?
WHY are you only thinking about OASIS? Another part of his brain grumbled. She's not the only one, you know!
I KNOW, but- Midnight's thoughts were cut off as he suddenly felt a violent shiver up his spine. He knew what was coming, and managed to get himself to his bed of grasses and hay before collapsing into a vision...
Darkness, darkness everywhere. Midnight could see nothing but shadows all around him, whispering Queen Threatlife's name and another undistinguishable one, voices filled with fear. A bright red light suddenly seared his vision and he flinched, momentarily blinded. When his eyes adjusted, he instantly wished that they hadn't. 
Threatlife and a small dragonet-maybe two, even one-stood together, heads held high, smirking smugly, on a huge, three-dragons-tall pile of bones. All around them were dragons screaming as they ripped out their own hearts AND ATE THEM. Others yowled in agony as they tore into their own stomachs and scratched out their eyes. Their blood poured out of them onto the streets, creating streams of blood that turned into rivers, which turned into lakes which turned into whole OCEANS of blood, red and blue blood mingling to turn purple in some spots and the blood washed over Midnight. ''
Horrified, the NightWing tried to run, but his talons seemed glued to the ground. He watched as shivering, terrified dragons in chains were marched up to Queen Threatlife. One of the chained dragons turned her head, and Midnight recoiled. "OASIS!" He tried to scream, but the dragonet flicked a claw at him and he stayed glued to where he was. His heart shattered as he saw his love's perfect face as a bloody, muddy mess. Midnight screamed as his mate fell from a blow from seemingly nothing, dead, to the ground. 
Midnight suddenly felt the corners of his jaws turn to an insane smile and his talons forced himself to bow to the queen and the dragonet. "Thank you, Midnight," The Queen said smugly to him. "We couldn't have acheived so much power without your help."
Petrified but controlled, the NightWing felt his talons reaching for his own heart. He started to claw at himself, knowing this was awful and undescribably bad but he just was CONTROLLED to do it somehow. But all of the sudden, Midnight heard a familier voice calling his name.
"Midnight..Midnight...MIDNIGHT!"
"Midnight!" Midnight jolted out of his vision and yelped to find Dead of Night's face barely inches from his own. She had a twisted, sour expression like she always did, but sometimes, if you looked but didn't look (like listened but didn't listen) you could see a hint of worry, compassion, or even fear-but that was the rarest. In fact, the only times Midnight had seen fear on his sister's face was when her best friend had been captured-and when their mother had been executed for treason.
Don't think about that. Midnight focused on his sister. "Hey, Dead," He croaked.
Dead of Night sighed, rolling her eyes. "Did you seriously have another vision?" She asked crossly. Midnight's sister was very bitter about not getting any NightWing powers. Crush, a huge silver tabby, leapt onto Dead's head and she shook him off.
"Uh,, yeah..." Midnight replied, still a little terrified-no, a LOT terrified, definitely a lot-from what he had seen. He realized his muscles were tensed and tried to relax them, whiiiiiiiich proved impossible.
Dead rolled her eyes. "It probably won't come true, little brother," She hissed, picking up Crush and going towards the door. "I'm going to the Combusted Scavenger to watch scavenger games," She growled. "You aren't invited."
Pretending to be mad at her, Midnight stomped back to his room, quickly setting the deciphered RTC note on fire. Perfect, he was thinking smugly, though he was still terrified. Now, I can sneak out tonight.
And maybe I can be useful after all.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------CHAPTER ONE
TORNADO
Commander Tornado was sketching. He was, like most SandWings, homeless and was carving his drawing into a tree. Him, and the one they had caught-his most beloved Chirp-like a brother to him, and then more.
And now all that was gone, swept away by a legion of guards and a paper with the False Queen's name on it.
Tornado's eyes pricked with new tears, and his already-puffy face swelled more as his eyes swam and became blurry. Blurring out Chirp. Blotting out everything that happened in the past few years as they founded the Resistance together, wing by wing, heartbeat by heartbeat. And just recently, they had both begun to feel a deeper connection than just friends, or even brothers.
It was love, and it was strong, but then like always the False Queen had to ruin everything.
Tornado sighed again, a long, drawn-out sigh. We leaned against the tree, closing his eyes to rest for a moment, dreaming of how it could have been, how much further he and Chirp could have gone. 
When he opened his eyes again, it was dark. Glancing at the stars, the Commander figured that it was about ten-thirty; enough time for him to get ready for his meeting, and then some. Stretching, Tornado arced his neck gracefully, shaking off some of the dust on him, and was about to walk away when he heard it-a tiny wail in the distance. 
Snapping his neck around, Tornado pricked his ears. Was that a dragonet he had heard? Low snarls and laughs sounded as well, and even the yowl of what sounded like a drunken cat, if that was possible. Deciding to check it out and make sure nothing was wrong, Tornado crept through the shadows, keeping as quiet as possible. He avoided the brittle stacks of sticks built on the ground like homeless dragons like him, when the tried to set fires but were stopped by the guards-stupid, he thought, because most of the dragons trying to set fires were just setting them for warmth but were muzzled anyways.
Cautiously, the SandWing pushed away his thoughts and peeked around the corner-and what he saw made his stomach clench, made him feel infuriated, made him feel like he was going to throw up. 
Two huge NightWings, a female and a male, were prodding a small dragonet who was whimpering and screaming. "How much 'chu think we can sell 'er for, Dead?" One of them, the male, said in a thick accented voice. 
"Dunno," The female, 'Dead,' hissed back. "We can tell the queen she one of those rebels they all been whispering about. Can get her in for a pretty penny-opinions?"
The male shrugged. "Dead, we bo' hate that creep very much-kill your parents, eh? And my family, 'oo. Bu' you're right. Goo' idea, Dead. This is why you're my girlfriend." 
Dead laughed darkly, arcing her neck above the dragonet, who quivered under her imposing stare. Tornado thought he saw a flicker of doubt in her eyes. "Deathseeker, I don't know-maybe we should just-,"
"Dead, we need the money. You need it. I need it. Yo' brother and yo' cat need it." For the first time, Tornado spotted a mangy old cat sulking behind the dragonet, who was still crying. She was a SeaWing, Tornado noted from the moonlight spilling out of a nearby glass windowpane onto her aquamarine scales, but she could've been a NightWing from her body shape. A hybrid? Tornado guessed. Either way, he had to help her. 
His brain calculated his options. Option A-run away and forget about it. Option B-Help. Option B, obviously. Option A-the cat. Option B-Dead. Option C-Deathseeker. His eyes roved them. Heh, just going to stick with the cat, he thought warily as he eyed the muscular NightWings in front of him. 
Tornado's gaze flicked to the tangle-furred creature, who to his luck was pacing towards him. Glancing frantically around, the SandWing spotted a brick. Better than nothing. Reaching his talon out for it, Tornado fumbled with his claws, gripping the brick tightly, then swung it around the corner, whacking the cat in the side. He didn't kill it, but it flew across the alleyway and hit a wall, falling to the ground unconscious. 
The female-Dead-roared with fury. "WHO DID THAT?" She screamed. Death followed her, picking up the brick and murmuring, leaving the dragonet unguarded. The full moon shone above them, and Tornado tensed, ready to dart forward. 
Suddenly, though, there was a flash
and Death was lying on the ground, unconscious. Tornado blinked and then Dead
was on the ground, too. Wha…? 
A dragon leapt stealthily from the rooftops
of the buildings above. It grabbed the SeaWing dragonet and then its eyes met
Tornado’s. Somehow, the tough SandWing felt heavily intimidated by this dragon –
and reasonably so when he felt his talons started to move out of his own
accord. Tornado’s eyes flickered with terror, but there was nothing he could do
as his disobedient talons forced him to walk towards the dragon. 
The dragon-Tornado could see now
that it was a he, and it was a SkyWing, though his scales were so dark he could
be a NightWing; Tornado could only see faint flickers of red.
The SkyWing took flight suddenly, and
Tornado felt his wings spread. He tried to fight the intense force, but it was
impossible, and he followed the dragon and the dragonet – who was also flying
but whose head was drooping limply and was clearly unconscious, so how in the
world was the big question – and thoughts whirled unstoppably through his mind.
How is this dragon controlling me?
Is he an animus? There’s really no other way, right? Why are his scales so
dark? Why hasn’t he said anything? What happened to Death and Dead?''
The Commander felt his wings dropping
in the air, angling downwards, and inwardly sighed as the dragon made him land
beside the dragonet, who instantly crumpled. He felt the pressure on him relax,
and realized he was in control of his body again. 
Including his mouth. 
“WHY THE **** DID YOU KIDNAP
ME YOU *******?” Tornado roared harshly. The SkyWing (hybrid?) put a
talon to his mouth in a shhhhh gesture. Tornado hesitated, knowing the
dragon was right, but he was still infuriated. “Well?” The SandWing muttered,
quieter. “And by the way, mind telling me HOW you kidnapped me?” 
The dragon sat down next to the
dragonet, curling his tail around his talons, sitting silently. “I am Clot,” He
said finally, “And I have brought you here in the ways of blood-puppeting.”
Tornado remembered what one of the
members of the Resistance had told him once, about blood-puppeteers. They were
SO rare-usually one in ten thousand dragons-and had originated from an animus
curse on the SkyWings from either Darkstalker or another evil animus who hated
the SkyWings.
Clot continued, “I was looking for a
way to bloodpuppet the queen, so I can make her kill herself, and put an end to
this-,”
“-HOLD UP,” Tornado interrupted, “One,
why can’t you just do it from here or something, and two, what did you do to
those NightWings?”
The SkyWing looked annoyed, but
replied, “I only have a very weak power, and I can only bloodpuppet under the
full moon, while looking at the dragon, or dragons, I am bloodpuppeting. As for
those NightWings, I didn’t kill them though they deserved it.” He snorted. “For
hurting – and almost abducting and trafficking – an innocent dragonet.” Clot
looked angry, and Tornado thought that maybe he had a soft side, though
everything about him so far had been cruelty and fury, as far as the Commander
could tell. 
Clot continued, “As I was saying, I
am a SkyWing, but I have the markings of a bloodpuppeteer.” He spread his red-black
wings, which gleamed translucently in the moonlight above. Tornado nodded, fascinated.
“Well, what about you?” Clot asked.
“Oh-I’m Comm-err, Tornado. I’m a
SandWing. I don’t really do anything and I don’t have any powers,” He hedged.
Suddenly, Clot’s eyes lit up with excitement. It was startling.
“Commander Tornado of the Resistance!
I’ve been looking for you,” He said, narrowing his eyes as the SandWing. The
excited look in them went away and his face sunk back to normal, kind of relieving
Tornado. “I met someone from the Resistance while in the queen’s prison, trying
to find out a secret way in by talking to the prisoners.”
Tornado’s ears pricked. “D-did you
see someone named Chirp? Black scales, blue and yellow-,”
“He’s the one who told me to go to
you,” Clot interrupted. “I’m glad, this proves that you know him.” The SkyWing
flexed his talons. “Can you find me a way into the palace? I need to bring down
the queen to earn back my old status.”
“Which was-,”
“-Being free,” Clot replied curtly. “The
queen knows of bloodpuppeteers and the danger they pose to her. She is looking
to find me to use my power –,”
Suddenly, the dragonet made a small
choking noise and lifted her head blearily. Tornado’s and Clot’s heads snapped
around as she leapt staggeringly to her talons. 
“Who are you, what do you want, and
how did I get here?” She snarled, obviously terrified despite her demeanor. 
Tornado paused, regarding her. “My
name is Tornado, and this is Clot. We saved you from two NightWings. Then we…”
He glanced at Clot. “We carried you here.”
The dragonet narrowed her eyes,
suspicious, but relaxed slightly. “I’m Galaxystar. I’m SeaWing but my mom said that
my dad had some NightWing, which explains my coloring.” She shrugged, then
looked at Clot. “If I had to guess I’d say you’re a hybrid too,” She said
curiously, letting her guard down slightly. 
Clot nodded. “SkyWing/NightWing,” He
replied. Tornado looked at him with surprise and the SkyWing gave him a you-seriously-want-to-explain-blood-puppeting-to-her
look. Tornado gave him a look back that very clearly said, good point.
“Where do you live? We can take you
home before sunrise,” Tornado said gently to Galaxystar, turning back to look
at her. But she was shaking her head. 
“Mother says not to trust
strangers. I can find my own way back,” She said stubbornly. Clot
shrugged. 
“Fine,” He replied indifferently,
though Tornado could sense a small amount of worry under his cool demeanor. Galaxystar
spread her wings. 
“Well…thanks,” She muttered
awkwardly, before launching into the air. Tornado waved, but Clot didn’t; he
just watched her go. Then he turned to Tornado, who remembered something. 
There was a meeting that night.
“Come with me,” He told Clot. “We’re
going to meet the Resistance.”
CHAPTER TWO
FOUR O’ CLOCK
Four yawned, rubbing her eyes. It
was still dark, and for some reason she had – 
No. She was lying to herself. OF
COURSE there was a reason she was so distracted; she missed Chirp.
Why he had had wanted to go to
Military School when he’d hated the NightWing Military all his life (however
Four tried to persuade him to like them, they were just protecting the
continent and Her Most Wonderous Majesty…right?) was baffling to
Four. At least he wrote letters (but not often. In the couple weeks he’d been
at school, he’d only written five). But he hadn’t offered an explanation to
where the school was (he even came up with multiple stupid excuses for why she
couldn’t visit, never mind the fact that Four didn’t even think there WAS
a Military School on the CONTINENT, just saying) and the fact that he
hadn’t bothered to say good-bye was both INFURIATING and also MIND-BOGGLING.
With a long sigh, Four got out of her
bed, which creaked, as did the floorboards when her talons thumped onto them. She
walked quietly down her spiraling staircase. She knew that she should be
grateful for everything she had – most of the dragons here were homeless, let alone
had a two-story house with a roof opening – but none of this mattered without
Chirp. 
She twitched an ear frustratedly. In
the few months before he’d gone to Military School, he’d been more distant than
ever. Sneaking off in the dead of night and hanging out with homeless dragons
more and more. She’d even been able to pick up the scents of random dragons IN
THE HOUSE when she’d left town for her job.
Four opened her front door and
looked out. She noted the twinkling stars above her, which were slightly
outshone by the huge, shining full moon. She had always been fascinated by the
stars and the moon and the sun, always there but not always visible. 
Her eyes reflected the stars and the
moon, and her reflection could be seen in the glass windowpane across the street.
Four contemplated the world for another moment, then slipped back into her
house. She tried to go back to sleep and found it, again, impossible. So, she
went back downstairs, made a cup of honey tea, and climbed up onto her roof, steaming
cup in talon. 
Staring at the stars for the second
time that night, Four felt her gaze drawn to the savanna below her, which she
scanned with her sharp NightWing eyes, her SilkWing antennae twitching. Four didn’t
know why she was looking this way. She didn’t know why she thought she sensed –
There. 
Four realized that her intuition was
right.
Two dragons were lofting across the
plains, so low their bellies were probably brushing the grass. Four sat up
straight, spilling her tea on her talon. She flinched from the burn, but kept
watching the dragons. One was absolutely a SkyWing – Four could tell from his
broad wingspan – but she couldn’t tell what the other dragon was. Its snout,
tilted towards the moonlight, looked wide, so maybe a MudWing or SandWing.
But what bothered Four was that they
were obviously trying to hide. 
The SkyWing swooped lower until the
grass almost hid him, but Four could see his shadow pushing aside the wavy
grasses below, and the slight tilt in the grass he fluttered through. The
SandWing-or-MudWing dragon turned to mutter something to his companion, who
appeared to shrug before continuing. The SandWing-or-MudWing flicked his ears,
his whole poise frustration, then continued on, also sweeping a little lower to
the ground.
Four contemplated following. She
thought about the pros and cons. Pros: If I can find out that they are
traitors, or committing treason, I can report them to the queen and she’ll have
knowledge of my existence, she thought, and that would be amazing. Also,
I could get her to tell me about the Military schools in the area, so I could
visit Chirp. Not to mention that it’s what a loyal dragon to the Queen would
do.''
Cons: These could be dragons I know,
just out for a flight. They might be planning some kind of cult and might
kidnap me to use my blood for something.''
Four shivered. They could force me to commit treason.
But I have to follow them. Four straightened, putting down her tea. With a sigh, the hybrid slid back down her stairs, drawing a cloak around herself, then with a flourish opened her front door and slipped out into the night.
Stretching her wings wide, Four soared as low to the ground as possible without crashing. Quickly, she 
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