Hurricane Rising

Hurricane Rising
This is a fanfiction written by me, Hurricane Rising, please don't edit w/out my permission. I'm not really sure what I should say about cannons and non cannons and stuff like that... if you do know, please comment below. :) Thanks! I hope you enjoy! :)
Chapter 1
Tropica hatched in the mountains. Her mother, a large, strong, red SkyWing, was the only one there when she poked her tiny, spiral-horned head out of her rainbow-swirled egg.
“Mama?” Tropica asked. She hoisted her small, colorful body the rest of the way out of the shell. 
“Yes?” the SkyWing asked. 
“Yay! Mama, mama, mama! What’s mama’s name?”  Tropica asked, bouncing up and down.
“I… can’t tell you my real name.”
“Why not, mama?”
“Because. If I tell you my name, you may tell someone you found me. I’m not… exactly on the best terms with the rest of the world. But I will give you my code name, if that is what you desire.” 
“De-what-re?”
“Desire. It means really want.” 
“Okay, I De-sy-rre it.” 
The SkyWing laughed. “Okay, if you say so. You can call me Starset.” 
“Starset. Huh. Funny name. What’s my name?” 
“You are Tropica.”
“Tropica. Tropica is prettier name than Starset. Where is daddy?” 
“Your father… is one of the ones trying to find me.” 
“Why don’t you go to him, then?”
“Because! I’m a run-away. A criminal. I can’t just go turn myself in!” Starset fumed. Smoke started spouting from her nostrils like a grey, cloudy water fountain.
“What’s a criminal? Why does being one make them look for you?”
Starset breathed a plume of fire next to Tropica. “How about this: If I tell you about your father, you will stop asking me questions.”
Tropica thought about it for a minute, sitting down on her back legs. She picked up her front feet and put her talons together, moving them around. 
“Okay.” she agreed.
“Your father is a RainWing-SilkWing hybrid. He is loyal to both of his queens, and he doesn’t favor one over the other. He’s like an ambassador for both sides; a double agent who isn’t there to infiltrate one side. He and I were happy together for a little while, until his two tribes decided that they didn’t want me with their ambassador. The SkyWings didn’t approve of it either. But because he’s their perfect ambassador, they only punished me. I ran. I’ve been hiding in this cave with your egg for a while now.” She paused. “In their minds, I’m the criminal.”
All Tropica could think to say about that was, “Huh.” 
“I must leave now. If I stay in this cave any longer, I’m going to be found. You’re on your own.” Starset said. She spread her large SkyWing wings and flew out into the sky.
Tropica stared at the entrance to the cave, not sure what to make of what just happened.  
But she did know that Starset wasn’t coming back.
Chapter 2
Tropica stayed in that cave for about a day, waiting, though she knew it was pointless. But she couldn’t help trying, because even though her brain told her, “No, she’s not coming back,” her heart was still a dragonet’s heart, dependent on her mother. But when her mother still hadn’t come back at sunset, she decided to seek out her other parent: Her father.
“Mommy left me. Maybe daddy will love me! I have to find daddy. Daddy, daddy, daddy. Mommy mean. Rrrgh.” Tropica mumbled to herself as she stood up and began to walk out of the cave. She reached the edge, marveling at how beautiful the surrounding area was. It was large and rocky, with grey cliffs and pure white snow. There were little forests in the valleys that she could see by looking down. 
Looking down. “Uh oh…” Tropica said, looking down. The cave was on a cliff, about five hundred feet from the ground. She moved her four wings. She could tell they weren’t strong enough to fly, but she was hungry. She tried jumping up and down, her wings outstretched. Perfect! She could glide. Her landing would be rough, but she could try it. “Here goes nothing!” she said as she jumped off the cliff.
She plummeted. Falling down, down, down towards the ground, where she would surely meet her demise. But that was not the case, for halfway down the cliff, she stretched her little wings and parachuted down with them. She saw a little dragon village embedded in one of the little forests, which were growing bigger by the second. She tilted her wings, trying to go towards the town, but instead she managed to topple into one of the trees.
“Ow!” she exclaimed as the tree’s branches got caught on her. She hit her head on a larger limb and began to fall out of the tree. The last thing she saw was the tree before the world went dark.
Chapter 3
“Is she okay?”
“What happened?”
“Poor thing.”
“What type of dragon is she?”
“Look! I think she’s waking up.”
And sure enough, she opened her little golden eyes.
“Can you hear me?” a lime green RainWing asked her.
“Yeah.” Tropica croaked out. Her throat was dry and scratchy, and she was aching in multiple places.
The lime green RainWing sighed in relief, his colors darkening a little bit. “I’m Lime. What’s your name?”
“Tropica.” she whispered.
“Okay, Tropica. How old are you?”
“Um… how long was I asleep?”
“You were out cold for a whole day. You really scared us here.”
“Where is here?” Tropica asked, attempting to sit up, but stopped when her movement caused her severe pain in her head, sides, legs, and wings. Pretty much everywhere hurt.
“Woah, there, Tropica. Stay still. I can’t have you hurting yourself more, now. Also, you never answered our question. How old are you?”
“About two days old.”
A couple of the dragons surrounding her gasped. “What are you doing without your  mother?” asked a royal purple female.
“She left me.”
“Why didn’t you wait for her?” the purple dragon asked.
“I did!” Tropica said, tears forming in her eyes. “I waited for her for a whole day! Even after she said, ‘You’re on your own’. So I left the cave, and glided down here. But landing is hard. And now I’m here, and I can’t move because it hurts too much! I left to find my father.”
“Have you met your father?”
“No.”
“Did your mother give you her name?” Lime asked.
“No! She said to call her Starset. She said that was her codename.”
A teal RainWing in the back sucked in a breath. All of the dragons in the room turned to look at him. 
Now that Tropica was looking at him, she saw that he wasn’t completely a RainWing. He was part SilkWing, too. He had glowing red wrists, four SilkWing wings, and color changing scales that went pink with the embarrassment of everyone staring at him.
“What is it, Ambassador Glowworm?” asked Lime. 
“Would everyone please leave this room for a minute?” Ambassador Glowworm asked. Almost everyone dipped their heads and nodded as they tucked in their wings and walked away. But Lime and the royal purple dragon stayed.
“Lime, please leave.” Ambassador Glowworm commanded.
“I need to give Tropica her medicines first,” he protested.
“Fine. You have one minute. Starting now.”
Lime jumped around the room, grabbing hundreds of medicines and having Tropica swallow them all. When she had finished with the last one, Ambassador Glowworm sent Lime out the door, who went without any further dissent.
“Tropica, I am Glowworm, and this is my mate, Starfruit.” he said, sitting down next to Tropica.
“Okay.” Tropica said.
“I know who Starset is.” he said.
“Who? Tell me! Tell me who mommy is!” Tropica demanded.
“Your mother is Sunfire. She’s a SkyWing who was raised by NightWings, but she is 100% SkyWing.”
“Sunfire.” Tropica said, letting the name fill the silence that followed Glowworm’s explanation. “How do you know her name? How do you know my mommy?”
Glowworm stayed silent for a moment, looking at Starfruit. Starfruit stood there, searching his gaze, trying to figure out what to say next.
“Starfruit…” he began tentatively, “Remember when I told you about that SkyWing who… who I liked before I met you?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Well… that was her mother.”
“And?”
“Wait a second. I need you to promise me that you won’t be mad at me.”
“Okay, I promise.” she said, nuzzling him with her snout. “But I don’t see why I need to promise this to you, because I could never hate you. Nor be mad at you.”
Glowworm nodded, then turned to Tropica. “Tropica, did Sunfire tell you what type of dragon you are?”
“Well… she said that daddy is a RainWing-SilkWing hybrid, and since she’s a SkyWing, that makes me…”
“A RainWing-SilkWing-SkyWing hybrid.” Starfruit said. “Wait a minute, Glowworm… are you saying… that you think you’re her father?”
“I… yes.” Glowworm said. “But I had no idea that she was going to have an egg! I… we weren’t even officially mates!”  
“Woah there, no need to get offensive.” Starfruit said. “I’m not mad at you.”
“You… aren't?” he asked. 
“Of course not! I just promised not to be! It’s not your fault that she didn’t tell you.”
“Wait. You’re my father?” Tropica asked.
Glowworm nodded.
The three of them sat there, unsure of what to say. Starfruit broke the silence.
“Glowworm… can you talk to me over there for a second?” she asked, gesturing to a corner away from Tropica with her tail.
The two of them whispered to each other for a little bit, then walked back over to Tropica.
“Tropica, how would you like to live with us? You would be my adopted daughter, and you would be an older half-sister to my eggs, when I have them.” Starfruit said.
“You’re going to have dragonettes?” Tropica asked.
Starfruit and Glowworm nodded.
“Cool!”
Starfruit smiled. “So? Would you like to live with us?”
Tropica didn’t hesitate at all when she told them her decision: “Yes please.”
Chapter 4
“Glowworm, can you tell me about your job? We’re supposed to fill out a page about one of our parent’s jobs for school, and since you have a very important job, I felt like you’d be the best person to ask.” Tropica asked. She had started school four days after she’d been accepted into Glowworm and Starfruit’s family, and since then, a whole year had passed.
“Of course, Tropica!” Glowworm said. “I’m an ambassador for both the queen of the RainWings and the queen of the SilkWings, since I’m a hybrid from both of those tribes. I live in Mountain Valley, which is a SilkWing and RainWing village on Pantala.”
“What was your last project or assignment?” Tropica read from her sheet. 
“It’s classified, so I’m not allowed to share that information.”
“Okay…” Tropica checked her list again. “I think what you said covers it all, so-”
“Glowworm! Tropica! Come here!” called Starfruit.  
Glowworm immediately lifted off the ground, with Tropica close behind. They bolted into a large, round deck with a straw roof, which was settled in a tree. In the center were two eggs, which were royal purple swirled with lime green. The area was the same as it had been all the hundreds of times Tropica had gone out there, except one thing: A large, slowly growing crack, forming on one of the eggs.
“They’re hatching!” Tropica breathed. And sure enough, a large crack filled the air and a little green head with purple spots popped out. It squeaked and tumbled out of the shell headfirst. Tropica giggled.
“He’s beautiful!” Glowworm breathed. He leaned his head down, nuzzling his new son. His typically lime green head was golden with his happiness. Pink crept into his spots, showing his excitement.
The pink spread across his scales as the second egg cracked, and a little purple head with green spots popped out.
“What gender is that one?” Tropica asked.
“She is a female.” Starfruit said, nuzzling the little purple dragonette.
“Do you have names for them yet?” Tropica inquired.
“Um…” Starfruit said.
“Why don’t we name the male Banana?” Glowworm suggested.
“Sure! And we could name the female Ladybug.” Starfruit said, then turned to Tropica. “We have names for them now! Banana and Ladybug.”
As Starfruit said her new dragonettes’ names, their colors changed. Banana’s green scales melted into a yellow, and his purple spots faded to a deep black-brown color. Ladybug’s purple scales went red, and her green spots went black.
“I think they like their names.” Glowworm said. Starfruit nodded in agreement.
“Tropica, come over here.” Starfruit said.
Tropica hesitated, but Starfruit reassured her. “It’s okay, you can come over here.”
Tropica nodded and walked forward.
“Banana, Ladybug, meet your older sister, Tropica.” Starfruit said. Tropica put her left front foot on the side of the nest that the two dragonettes were in, and the two dragonettes put their feet on hers. Tropica smiled.
“Hello, Banana. Hello, Ladybug.” she whispered. Banana squeaked in response, and Ladybug managed to jump out of the nest and onto Tropica. Everyone giggled until a giant rumble shook the floor.
“AVALANCHE!” a dragon screamed from below them. Glowworm and Starfruit grabbed Banana and Ladybug, picking them up.
“Tropica, fly to the top of the mountain!” Starfruit commanded. “We’ll meet you there.” She lifted off the ground. Tropica spread her wings to follow her, but at the last second, she dove down through the trees. She swerved to avoid branches and dragons as she dove down through the trees.
“There.” She thought, angling her wings so she would land on the doorstep of the Village Hatchery/ Nursery. She pushed open the door, surprised that she only saw one egg and one dragonette inside. The dragonette was crying.
“What’s your name?” Tropica asked the little dragonette.
“Bluebird,” sniffled the dragonette.
“Can you fly, Bluebird?”
Bluebird nodded, tears still pouring out of her eyes. Tropica scooped up the egg next to Bluebird.
“Then follow me! And hurry!” Tropica said, motioning for the door. She lifted off the ground again, the egg still in her talons. The avalanche was pretty much at them then, and when she and Blubird managed to get about five feet above the treeline, the avalanche hit the village.
“I can’t fly for much longer!” Bluebird warned after about two minutes of the avalanche sweeping away their home below them. But it was still going.
“It’s alright, neither can I.” Tropica said. “Follow me.” she flew to a little ledge about forty feet away from the avalanche. They landed, and Tropica set down the egg. She tilted her head up. Neither Bluebird or herself would be able to fly up to the meeting place above them on their own. They were stuck there until the dragons on the cliff above them flew back down to the village, and even then they had to hope that they’d be seen or heard, since the dragons above couldn’t see them from their position.
Bluebird started crying again, and Tropica beckoned Bluebird over to sit next to her.
“Shhh. It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.” Tropica reassured her.
“How can you say that?” Bluebird sniffled. “Our homes were all just destroyed, and who knows how many dragons were lost in the avalanche!” 
“We’ll be able to rebuild. And I don’t think we lost anyone, though our parents up there and the parents of this egg probably think that we’re… well… dead.”
Bluebird stopped crying immediately. “They think we’re… dead?”
“I’m not sure, but that’s what I would assume.” She saw moving shapes on the horizon. “Hey, do those look like SilkWings or Rainwings to you?” Tropica asked.
“No…”
As they flew closer, Tropica recognized the one at the front of the group. “Camouflage your scales!” she hissed. “And cover the egg with your wings!”
Bluebird did so without hesitation. The shapes still grew closer, until Tropica could hear what they were saying.
“-Sunfire, that was a genius plan.” a deep red SkyWing with scars all over his large body said.
“Thank you.” Sunfire said.
“I mean, seriously!” the red SkyWing said. “You managed to have us not be seen as we toppled those boulders off the cliff, and they were so perfectly toppled that they created an avalanche to destroy their little village! I even saw that Tropica wasn’t up there with the rest of those cowering SilkWings and RainWings.”
“Good. Wait, stop. There’s a dragon over there. It’s camouflaged.” Sunfire pointed to right where Bluebird and Tropica were hiding on the cliff.
“How well can you shoot venom?” Tropica whisper-hissed.
“Pretty well? I can’t hold my camouflage while shooting venom, though.” Bluebird replied.
“Okay, then on my count, we’ll shoot venom at them when they get closer to inspect us.” Tropica whispered. The group of SkyWings moved closer. “One… two… three… Now!”
Bluebird and Tropica uncamouflaged and hit the SkyWings with all the venom they could possibly muster. They hit SkyWing after SkyWing, until all that was left was Sunfire.
“Thank you, daughter, for getting rid of them for me. But now I shall get rid of you.” She lunged for Tropica and Bluebird, breathing a thick stream of fire.
It was hot. It felt like the whole world was burning, burning, burning. Tropica was just about to lose hope when the heat abruptly stopped. The rush of air after that felt like a cool ocean breeze, ready to take her away. And she let it.
Chapter 5
“Tropica? Tropica, can you hear me? Nod if you can hear me.” a lime green shape said. Tropica couldn’t place who exactly it was because the world was blurry. She tried to nod, but when she moved her head the tiniest bit, it felt like fire rushing through her veins.
“Yes.” she croaked.
“Can you move without it hurting?” the blob asked.
“No. I also can’t focus on you. You’re just a blob right now. Where are we?”
“That’s not good. We’re in the healing wing. It was constructed right away. Pretty much every place in the village is already reconstructed.” the blob said. “Close your eyes.” The blob put something cold and wet on her eyes, and it felt wonderful.
“Thank you.” Tropica said, her eyes still closed.
“No, thank you. You saved Bluebird and my egg from that avalanche.” The blob said. “My mate and I each thought the other had grabbed it, so when neither of us had it…” The blob swallowed. “Imagine our relief when we saw that it was okay.”
“But we got blasted with fire!” Tropica argued.
“Only you did. I’m pretty sure it was instinctive, but when you saw the fire coming at you, Bluebird, and my egg, you spread your wings and acted as a dragon shield to both of them, and almost died in the process. But you saved Bluebird and my egg.” the blob lifted the compress off her eyes, and said, “Try opening them again.”
Tropica did as she was told, and after a couple of blinks, the dragon came into focus. “Lime?” she asked.
“Yes.” Lime said, and Tropica could see that his eyes were brimming with tears.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
Lime wiped his eyes. “You have no idea how much it means that you’re awake and talking again. You’ve been out for over a week now, and… I was afraid that you’d be the first patient that I lost. And I couldn’t let that happen, after you pretty much sacrificed yourself to save Bluebird and my egg, and… are you up for visitors? Your parents and siblings have been here almost nonstop, asking to come in and see you. They’re sitting out there now.”
“Yeah, I think so.” Tropica said.
“Okay, I’ll go let them in.” Lime turned and opened the door. “She’s awake.”
A millisecond later, he was being trampled by two green shapes, a yellow one, and a red one.
“Tropica?” Ambassador Glowworm asked.
“Yeah?”
“Oh my goodness, I’m so glad you’re okay!” Starfruit said, sitting down next to Tropica as her scales shifted back to her normal royal purple. Glowworm’s scales did the same, fading to his typical icy-teal self.
“Tropica okay? Tropica okay?” asked Ladybug and Banana.
“Yes, I’m okay now. I just can’t move without it hurting too much.”
The dragonettes must have ignored the second part of Tropica’s answer, because the next thing they asked was, “Tropica go play? Tropica do a race with us?”
Lime, Glowworm, and Starfruit burst out laughing.
“I can’t move around right now, so I can’t play nor race.”
“Why? Why not move around?” Ladybug demanded.
“It hurts too much because of my burns.” Tropica explained.
“Hmph.” Ladybug said, sitting down. Banana copied her.
This time it was Tropica’s turn to laugh. But laughing hurt. The fire in her veins that was at first just a throbbing pain intensified, searing through her body like a wildfire in a dry forest. She stopped laughing, squeezing her eyes shut to try to cope with the intense pain.
“Are you okay?” Lime asked her.
“Everything hurts.” Tropica said, squeezing her eyes tighter.
“What does it feel like?” he asked.
“Like… fire. Like someone is burning me from the inside. Especially in my core.”
Lime was silent for a minute. Then two. Then he said, “I’ll be right back.”
Tropica looked at Glowworm and Starfruit, but both of them just shrugged. Lime returned a minute later, holding a venom target. “Okay.” he said.
“Okay what?” Tropica asked.
“I was just getting to that. I would like you to hit this target without moving anything except your head. Don’t use your venom either.” He said.
“But… how?”
“I have an idea, though I need to test it to see if it’s right. It’s okay if you don’t end up doing anything.”
“Okay…” Tropica said, looking at the colorful target. She looked at it, willing herself to do something - anything - to hit the target. She was starting to give up hope when the fire inside her started pouring out, hitting the target.
Everyone except Lime backed up a step.
“I knew it!” he said, pouring a bucket of water onto the target to extinguish the flames. “It’s your SkyWing DNA. You being hit by  - and seeing - another dragon breathing fire sort of triggered your fire breathing abilities.” he explained. “Are you still hurting?” he asked.
Tropica moved her legs, bracing herself for the pain, but all she got was stiffness from not moving for so long.
“I can move again without it hurting!” she said, excited.
“Now can we play?” Banana asked. “And race?” Ladybug added.
“Not yet, you two. She still needs rest. You all can stay and talk to her, she’s just not allowed to get up from her hammock.” Lime said.
“Tropica, would you like to talk to Bluebird? She’s been here about the same amount of time we’ve been here. She is really worried about you.”
“Tropica?” a voice asked from outside the room.
“Bluebird? Is that you?” Tropica asked.
“Yeah. Can I come in?”
“Me too? Me too?” squeaked a different voice.
“Beetle, is that you?” Lime asked.
“Daddy? Daddy?” Beetle asked.
“You guys can come in.” Tropica said. Bluebird practically ran into the room. A little green dragonette followed her, tripping over his little feet.
“Tropica, this is Beetle. He just hatched yesterday.” Lime said, introducing his son.
“He’s adorable!” Tropica said.
“And it’s thanks to you that he lived.” Lime said.
Tropica didn’t know what to say to that, so she just nodded to Lime and turned to Bluebird.
“Are you okay? Were you hurt at all?” she inquired.
“No. You were the only one who got hurt in the whole thing.” Bluebird replied.
“What happened after I got burned?” Tropica asked.
“Glowworm sort of dove out of the sky and landed on Sunfire. He attacked her, and she got hurt in a couple of places and fled. You should have seen the murderous expression on his face - look, he’s doing it again-” she pointed to Glowworm, who indeed was glaring into the distance. Glowworm shrugged, then Bluebird said, “-And then they took you here, and that’s where you’ve been for the past week and a half.” Bluebird said the second part in a forced cheerful tone, and Tropica could tell that she was going to cry. 
“Hey,” Tropica said, putting her front right foot on Bluebird’s shoulder. “I’m okay now.”
“I know, it’s just…” Bluebird looked away and wiped the tears that were starting to stream down her face. “I saw how you put your wings out and shielded us… and at the moment I wasn’t really thinking of anything except ‘AAAAAH DON’T DIE!’ but after Glowworm tackled Sunfire and you weren’t getting hit anymore, you sort of slumped down and you looked so… burnt. I thought you were dead and I… I’m so glad you’re okay now. I don’t think I could have lived with myself knowing that you had sacrificed yourself for me and Beetle.”
“Well, then, it’s a good thing I’m okay now! Don’t worry, I’ll be back to tree gliding and venom competitions in no time. Do you think it’d be against the rules for me to hit the targets with fire?” Tropica asked. 
“Fire?” Bluebird asked. 
“Lime, could you explain it? I’m still confused about it myself.” Tropica added to Bluebird, who giggled.
While Lime explained his theory of Tropica’s new fire breathing ability, Beetle came over and talked to Tropica.
“While daddy is talking to the blue dragon, I going to do exam on you. I going to be best doctor EVER when I grow up!” Beetle said. “I going to poke you, and if it hurts, you say ‘yes’. If it no hurt, say ‘no’. Got it?”
Tropica nodded.
“Okay!” Beetle started poking her, and every time the answer was “Nope.”
“Okay! I think you are good!” He turned to Lime, who had just finished explaining the fire to Bluebird. “Daddy? Tropica not hurt anymore! Can she play now?”
Lime laughed. “Did he give you one of his exams?”
“Yeah. He basically poked me and I told him if it hurt or not, and-”
“She always say nope!” Beetle finished for her. 
“Tropica, do you feel like you’re ready to stand up?”
Tropica nodded.
“Okay, then you can go home!”
to be continued...
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