Wings of Fire: The Forgotten Dragonets

When two continents fight, talons united
To defeat an ancient evil that must be righted
And bridges are formed, two becomes one
Such thin threads must be undone
A hatred yearning for the world to shake
For fights to be had, to make wounds you can’t make
Hatred so strong, with the strength of a war
Old  wounds will reopen, and dragons no more
Three dragons must meet, and work in sync
Through old bonds, they are linked
Each one unique, yet each one mistreated
They must beat a being that  was never defeated
Must stop the war before we die
Before three lights shine in the sky
For when dawn turns to dusk and the moons position 
Your lands will be gone to ones ambition
Prologue:
A year ago…
Sundew breathed a sigh of relief. After a couple days, moons at most, they had finally come up with an answer. Bridges were built across the islands that Clearsight had foretold on the map, and Pantala and Pyrrhia were united. 
Willow arrived at her side, in the dens of the PoisonWings. Sundew hissed irritably. “I told you! We aren’t called PoisonWings.” Sundew spat. Willow laughed, embarrassed.
“I suppose we are LeafWings now, aren’t we?” Willow asked. Sundew gasped in mock surprise. “How dare you elevate yourselves to our level, SapWings.” Willow elbowed her playfully. “Aw come on! I messed up once and now I’m a SapWing?”
“I could never!” Sundew proclaimed loudly. They stopped walking. 
Blue dragons with luminescent doodles on their wings were running on the bridges, webbed talons hitting the wooden planks without making a dent. Dragonets laughed and played before staring in awe at the Poison Jungle.
“That’s probably a safety hazard.” Willow whispered to Sundew, chuckling at the dragonets' antics. 
Sundew silenced her with a talon. “Greetings, fellow dragons. I am so pleased to have the OceanWings-'' Willow smothered a laugh. “SeaWings.” She murmured helpfully. Sundew composed herself under the SeaWings’ outraged stares. 
“Greetings, fellow dragons.” Sundew announced in a grand voice. “Welcome to Pantala.” After the slight mishap, more dragons appeared. “Like a rainbow!” Willow mused. 
“Welcome, SwampWings, OceanWings, AirWings, DuskWings, ForestWings, ColdWings and DesertWings.” She laughed under the disapproving looks. 
Willow butted in, sweeping her wings in front of her partner. “Welcome, one and all! As our tribes aligned talons and wings to defeat a dangerous evil that could have taken us all, we are truly gratuitous to your help. In a great peace, I hope our tribes can join talons to create greatness!” She smiled as she empowered the other dragons.
“And, Sundew, that is how you rile up a crowd.” 
Sundew clicked her tongue, with mock annoyance. “I can do better.” Willow stared. 
Sundew chuckled. “But you’re pretty good.”
Soon, the dragons began to talk amongst themselves. RainWings and LeafWings exchanged flowers and fruits, HiveWings and SandWings tested poisons and SilkWings and IceWings made statues and tapestries. 
Sundew looked wistfully at the cheery dragons, as Willow joined her. “I hope that we stay like this forever.” Willow looped her tail with Sundew as she closed her eyes in the sun. “I do too.”
Moon interrupted their romantic moment, her eyes urgent and blank, as if having a vision. Sundew hissed with annoyance. “Sheesh! Sometimes I wish we never had a future-teller!”
Willow calmed her down, as Moon regained her pupils, filled with fear. Willow met them calmly, and offered her a cup of tea, silent.
Moon let the words rush out of her. 
“When two continents fight, talons united, to defeat an ancient evil that must be righted, and bridges are formed, two becomes one, such thin threads must be undone. A hatred yearning for the world to shake, for fights to be had, to make wounds you can’t make, hatred so strong, with the strength of a war, old  wounds will reopen, and dragons no more. Three dragons must meet, and work in sync, through old bonds, they are linked, each one unique, yet each one mistreated, they must defeat a being that was never defeated. Must stop the war before the night, three moons begin to shine a bright light, for when dawn turns to dusk and the brightest night begins, you may never see your homelands ever again.”
She broke out of her trance. “What… what?” Those were the only words she could say. Sundew, the great and powerful Sundew, looked a bit scared. 
“Maybe it was the dark and ominous voice!” Willow cheerily added when Moon only looked more scared at Sundew’s reaction.
“Besides,” Willow added, the only calm one. “We have each other! No one can undo our “thin threads” and I’d like to see them try! We’ll always stick together, ‘til the end! Your prophecy is dead wrong.” Moon’s expression darkened. Her prophecies were never wrong. “I hope.”
Chapter 1:
Firefly
Firefly was sick. Just sick. He had no external injuries, but he was still sick. And it was all because of his “friends.” 
As he soared through the merciless cliffs and crags, fighting back tears, Firefly had time to contemplate everything that had happened throughout his life. “Torch.” The thought reverbed through his head as it had for the last moon, a constant, throbbing sorrow that refused to leave. Firefly wasn’t even sure if he wanted it to leave. “That would be disloyal to Torch.” He remembered the moment vividly, the moment his soul had been wrenched away in front of his very eyes.
He felt himself sudding arching downwards, as he had forgotten to think about gliding while he had been consumed by the heartache of losing Torch. 
“Stop thinking about that.” Firefly hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but it slipped through before he could even think about it.
As Firefly finally entered his cave, he realized something that he had never even thought about before. It represented his life in such an ironic way, he almost laughed. The gloomy shadows, surrounded by a wall of inescapable limestone was just like everything in Firefly’s life. And as a gale blew from behind him, it put out the lone torch lighting the room. 
As he cautiously flew in, careful not to get any of his wings snagged, Firefly entered the cave. He lit the room back upIt was a somber place, with not much in it, only a trio of compact nests. Two of them were in fair condition, with new twigs and feathers lining the edges. The third, however, was falling into shambles, with mold beginning to emerge from within it. Suddenly, there was a flurry of wingbeats from outside 
“What happened?” 
Firefly sighed. At least, if he had nobody else, there was always Nimbus to count on.
“Just that winglet again. Don’t worry about me, not with your exam coming up.” he muttered.
“You know I can’t do that. “ she flicked his ear. “You’re my best friend! I have to worry about you. Especially after what happened to Torch…” Firefly flinched as Nimbus veered off.
As she flew out of the cavern, Firefly was left in darkness. It covered his wings like a murky cloak, and while most dragons would have felt unnerved, he felt almost… comforted? He wasn’t sure if this was normal, but at least it meant an escape. An escape from Kite and his gang. 
They had constantly tormented Firefly with snide remarks, and today was no different. Today it was about his antennae, and how they stuck up like stalagmites. “Or maybe they're like one of those stupid bugs you make ‘friends’ with!”  
Firefly stopped, and breathed out a plume of flame. It lit up the space like a miniature sun, and as he looked around, he realized that something had elapsed while he had been gone. There were slash marks on the floor, as if a MudWing had come in and attacked the walls. Firefly was about to investigate more, when suddenly, he heard a noise. 
Firefly lit up the space again, and headed into a small gap in the wall, the only way to get in and out of the cave.
As Firefly found his way towards the crisp smell of the outside air, he abruptly felt a sharp pain, as if an invisible dragon had slashed at his eyes. For a moment he was ready to fight back, but then he realized that it was just his eyes adjusting to the suddenly bright light. 
As Firefly stepped outside, he felt waves rush over him. The cool air felt so natural compared to the musky cavern, and the wind was just calling for him to take off and fly to the stars. The sun was just falling below the horizon, but Firefly felt like he could get there faster than the mysterious dot.
Suddenly, there was a flash of movement in the air, as if a small scale had shot through the sky. Firefly instinctively darted towards it, but it changed paths. 
Again Firefly tried chasing it, with no luck. Finally, it stood still enough that he could decipher what it was. The creature was a beautiful crimson beetle, and for a moment Firefly was stunned. 
He then again dove towards the insect, and this time it didn’t duck away. Instead, it buzzed towards him, and perched on his shoulder. Immediately, Firefly felt a lot more self-conscious. Now, there was a miniature life sitting on his shoulder, and if he hit something, or if he bent his neck the wrong way, this creature would die. 
This small creature, who he didn’t even know, trusted him more than most of the other SkyWings did. Just as he was mulling all of that over, the beetle jumped off of him. It flew, swiftly and urgently, towards the moon, or at least the place where it was rising. 
As they were approaching the Claws of the Cloud’s Mountains, Firefly saw the Kingdom of Sand for the first time, at least in-dragon. To be honest, it was kind of underwhelming. He had expected to see at least some kind of life and decoration, but there was even less there than in the mountains. 
That is, if you didn’t count the sand. There was a LOT of sand. At least there was the occasional scattered cactus, so there was something else to see than the pale gold dunes. Suddenly, as Firefly and the beetle were about to reach the border, a thunderous voice rang out from behind them.
“Where do you think you are going?!” The roar sounded almost violent, yet still at least somewhat familiar.
“Whoever you are, I am just crossing the border to the Sand Kingdom. I do not wish to cause you any trouble, as I am just a student of the academy.” Firefly responded with false confidence even though he was terrified, because if it was a SandWing and not a SkyWing after all, he didn’t want them to think that he was an easy target.
“Firefly? Is that you? What are you doing all the way out here?” a smaller voice abruptly asked.
Hope flared deep in Firefly’s heart. 
“Nimbus?”
It was her! Firefly But instead of being joyful like Firefly thought, his friend’s face looked like she’d just seen his ghost.
“What are you doing all the way out here?! I’m here just to find out about the border, but you could get in serious trouble if they found out that you snuck away, you know?” 
“I was just following a- you know what, nevermind. You know, I think maybe we could…” Firefly began.
“Maybe what?”Nimbus interrupted, with an intrigued expression.
“Well, if you had let me finish, I would say that maybe we can sneak into the desert. After all, there’s only so much you can learn from tapestries, right? You have to see the real thing!”
All of a sudden, Nimbus fell into a fit of raucous giggles.
“Well, I guess we don’t have to…”
“No, of course I want to.” Nimbus quickly added. “It’s just that… Well, it sounds like something I would say. You’re usually the one who likes to hang back, and not get into any dangerous situations.”
“Well, maybe I’ve changed!” Firefly declared.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I like it. Although we should go quickly, before Caracal gets back.” Nimbus had an expression of haste, as if they didn’t have a moment to spare. 
Despite the rush, Firefly stopped as one last doubt crossed his mind. “You shouldn’t be doing this. Think of what Torch would do. You can’t do this.” 
But even so, looking out at the desert, and all it had to offer, and also at Nimbus with her curious expression, Firefly knew what his choice was.
“Alright, let's go. But who’s Caracal-”
His voice was interrupted 
Chapter 2:
Sunfrost
“Uuugh! It was another trick! Those stupid dragons!” Sunfrost moaned. He had been searching the savanna for hours in search of a so-called “Super pretty princess” that the older SandWings at Possibility academy had informed him about. 
“This is the eighth time!” He sat down on a nearby tree stump and thought about what a princess like that would actually look like until he heard soft, beautiful singing in the distance.
“Huh. Weird.'' 
The hybrid slowly inched towards the singing, getting his barbed tail and frost breath ready for a possible fight. He was used to fighting because of all the abuse he got at school, Sunfrost was the only hybrid in SandWing territories because of his stupid parents and their “Uncontainable love”. 
But as he was just a few meters from the cave that the singing was coming from he spotted, out of the corner of his eye, a spear flying down towards him. He skillfully hopped away from the incoming spear and fired a enormous amount of  his frost breath at the spot the weapon came from, 
“Augh! Three moons! Frost Breath?”
The attacker came out of his hiding spot half frozen and 100 percent rage.
“How dare you try to wander your eyes across the princess’s bathing area! I guess being a freakish hybrid makes you a pervert too!” Sunfrost suddenly blushed madly but felt a little insecure about his identity. He had never really fit into the SandWing tribe and was bullied a lot.
With his head hung the sulky dragonet muttered, “Stupid rat.” But instantly regretted it when the large dragon in front of him shot his barbed tail straight at him, “Hey!” cried Sunfrost as he dove out of the way and emitted a full scale frost breath murdering the SandWing, “Oops! The Principle is gonna kill me!” 
Suddenly a beautiful dragon about Sunfrost’s age came out of the cave, “What’s all the commotion?” she asked, But the dragonet was so paralyzed by her beauty that he stumbled over his words, “ Um, well I tried to- umm uhh..” Sunfrost immediately dashed towards the village in shame of his failure to communicate. 
WHACK! A stone came out of nowhere and hit him on the nose, “Augh! Three moons! What is wrong with you!?” He turned his head to face his second attacker,
“Heh. Stupid hybrid,” It was Drought, “Sorry, I mistook you for a hyena, heh.” He was one of the biggest dragons in the village, “Fatso.” muttered Sunfrost, “What was that, freak?!” The young dragonet tried to dash away, but he was snatched up with one of Drought’s claws and thrown across the village into a wall,
“Yowch!” cried Sunfrost rubbing his hand gingerly across his back. With nothing but rage and hatred he flew across the village and kicked up some sand into Drought's eyes and dug his barbed tail into his chest,
“AAAAARGH!” Cried the wounded dragon. He fell into the sand and died in front of Sunfrost with his eyes still staring up at him with disgust, 
“Oh no!” said the dragon, realizing what he had done, “Dammit!” He flew away from the scene as fast as he could with tears in his eyes. The hybrid could hear murmurs of remark and accusations against him, most of them rude, Sunfrost realized that he had no hope staying in the village,
I’m always gonna be an outcast, He thought to himself.
The dragonet fled to a small cave in the outskirts of the SandWing territory just shy of Possibility where he went to calm down but stopped at the sight of an weirdly coloured dragonet that looked oddly familiar,
I wonder if she's single, thought Sunfrost dreamily, while doing his best to stay out of sight.
He waited for what seemed like days, dozing off occasionally, until the odd dragon left his line of vision before advancing towards the cave. Screech! Sunfrost whipped around to see what the noise was but saw that it was just a small monkey. “Oh. Heh. I guess I can stop for a snack.” He said, reaching for the monkey.  
Right as he grabbed it, a rope came from underneath him, snatching his talon and pulling him into the cave, “Hey!! Stop!” he roared but as he went deeper into the cave his voice slowly faded away. 
Finally after a long painful ride into the cave, the rope was ripped apart by the rock floor, “Ooog,” Said Sunfrost holding his wounded head, 
“THREE MOONS!!” He backed away as fast as he could when he spotted a MudWing charging at him with a spear in each of his talons.
“Eep!” Squealed the dragonet as he dodged the attack, “This is the third time today!! Gimme a break!!”
He swiftly maneuvered his tail in front of him, slapping the MudWing in the eye and was about to kill him when he thought about Drought, all the eyes on him, poisoned blood on his talons, the guilt of killing a dragon. 
He slowly backed away with his eyes widened, “I-I’m sorry.” The hurt dragonet flew out of the cave and towards the mountains. “Hey weird looking, come here.'' said a raspy voice deep in the mountains.
”The hybrid slowly flew deeper into the mountains to follow the voice, his talons ready and tail fully extended. The voice suddenly became slurred and stretched out, “CoooooommMMmmmeee hhhheeeerrrrreeeee..”.
“Sheesh! I'm coming!” snapped Sunfrost, wondering why he was listening to this dragon. “BOO!” Screamed a young, chubby little SandWing dragonet jumping out from behind the mountains.
“Hahah! I got you, Frosty!” It was his half brother, who always tried to cheer him up.
“Hi Fossil. Sorry I’m not really in the mood to play. '' Said Sunfrost wiping his tears shamefully.
“I don’t wanna play! I wanna ask if you were famous!” The little hatchling was trying to pull the hybrid onto a small cliff near them.
“Stop talking nonsense. You know dad warned you about it!” But Sunfrost was still a bit curious as to why his little brother would think he was famous.
“I’m not lying! It’s all one gazillion percent true! Dragons are even putting up pictures of you!” Fossil pointed towards a slip of paper nailed to the mountain wall that had large words scrawled on it.
Sunfrost: Wanted dead or alive. Payment: stash of diamonds
Sunfrost just stared open mouthed at the paper, That's why that MudWing tried to kill me! He thought, But why am I wanted? Oh yeah. I killed two dragons. But how did word get out so fast!? A stalker?“ 
Um big bro?” His brother was tugging his tail trying to get his attention, “ Who’s that hottie? A fan?” Sunfrost turned around to see what Fossil was talking about and saw a weirdly pretty little NightWing peeking at them from behind a boulder.
“ Hey! Are you the one stalking me?” he said expecting a reasonable response, “Um.. no. I’m just a student at Jade.” Her voice was  quiet and soft and sounded like she was hiding something.
“Are you a student too?” She asked with a hint of embarrassment in her voice, “ I’m kind of lost, I-I'm new here.” 
He kind of had a liking for shy and pretty dragons, “ Well, I don’t really go here so I’m sorry. But I could take you out for lunch or something?” She suddenly looked at him like he had just lied to her,
“Um but I saw your face in the attendance.” “We could go to one of the jungles and I could catch a leopard for- WHAT!? I’m in the attendance?!” Sunfrost shouted. Why would anyone enroll me in Jade Academy? THE Jade Academy! 
“ No. Just no. I’ve had enough with this. Is this a trick? Did Cactus and Granite put you up to this? I was gonna take you on a date!” 
Sunfrost was in the middle of storming away when he heard the Nightwing say, “How dare you accuse me!” He whipped around at the surprise of the dragonet’s change in voice. 
“Why would you just assume that someone is lying? Huh?! What if I was just trying to help you!? Then what?” She was absolutely furious at the shocked Sunfrost. 
“Whatever. Class starts soon, room 3.” The Dragonet walked away quietly with her head lifted up in disgust.
I gotta find out what's happening before anything worse happens! Sunfrost quickly dove behind the angry Nightwing while being careful not to touch her. 
“Class will begin soon.” droned a scratchy voice coming from a dragon that looked like he was ready to claw his own eyes out, “Y’all better work hard on your first day!” 
Dragonets from all around him began hurrying into their classrooms as if they would be hung by their claws if they didn’t make it on time, “Hey weird looking!” a loud Seawing dragonet with crystal spectacles shouted. Sunfrost turned around knowing it was him the dragonet was talking to, “Whaddaya want four-eyes?” He snapped but instantly was taken aback when he realized that she was a girl, “Oh! I’m really sorry! I didn’t realize you were-oh. Maybe we could go to the beach and, I don’t know, chill?” She paced away with no interest in him whatsoever.
Chapter 3:
Azalea
Azalea hummed as she killed scorpions. She extracted the poison carefully, Scorpion Den still in sight, as the blue liquid dripped slowly into the vial.
Her eyes flicked around. “Oh great. There aren’t any more? Rattlesnake must’ve killed them all. Won’t even use them.” She muttered.
Her vial of poison was half-full, the periwinkle glinting teasingly. “Well, because SOMEONE killed all of the blue scorpions a mile away from here, I’ll have to go into the rainforest or something.” She projected her voice loud enough for her mentor to hear, way in the Scorpion Den.
“I suppose I’ll have to bring weapons.” She mused as she placed two discs in her pouch, and a couple vines in the others. 
As she continued towards the tunnel, which she knew led to the rainforest, she heard multiple screams. She shrugged it off, knowing this happened a lot, but still kept a talon on her vines, hoping that she wouldn’t have to use them. She had to use them sparingly during her time in Pyrrhia, but a few days ago she used half of them attempting to kill Rattlesnake, her adoptive sister.
She winced at the memory. Not only was Sirocco, her brother, a bumbling idiot, Rattlesnake was jealous and sucked at killing. At least Qibli was smart.
She huffed in annoyance. She neared the mound of sand that magically tunneled to her home kingdom. Well, sort of. She didn’t consider herself a lazy RainWing. Suddenly, a wave of cold washed over her scales.
She whirled towards the offender. Ice spikes littered the ground. “Hey! This is no place for IceWings or your dumb ice breath!” She screamed, her talons clenching in rage. Her frills unfurled until they covered her ears, and she began to race towards the area. 
Just as she arrived at a cave, it seemed, she saw Thorn’s new daughter, Amber, and a fleeing…hybrid? Sure looked like it.
She smiled at the princess, spinning a flower from her pouches in her claws.  
She knew the princess quite well. She visited the Scorpion Den so often, it was her second home. And she was a lot better than Rattlesnake. “So uh… who was that?”
Amber chuckled, and then rolled her eyes. “I have zero idea. He bolted the first chance he got, and he killed my guard too!” She spat, outraged. 
Azalea spun a disc on her claw. The sheen of the silver chakram glinted dangerously, reflecting Azalea’s expression. “Should I kill him? I need something to do.”
The other SandWing giggled. “I’m a princess! Ain’t no way I’ll kill a guy for that, no matter how interested he is in… females.” Both of them laughed at that, though Azalea still had a dangerous gleam in her eyes.
“I was planning to go to Possibility anyways. I’ll see if I can catch up anyways. And Glory is a queen, isn’t she? She and her magical death spit have definitely killed before.” Azalea offered. 
“Oh but you and your magical death spit can’t harm an ant!” Amber retorted.
Azalea turned an angry red. “Let’s see you deal with my magical death-” She cracked up, as did Amber.
“Speaking of magical death spit, how’re your parents back on Pantala?”
“Well, they’re fine. My mom, Tiger Lily, is doing fine. Everyone is doing well despite her RainWing lineage. And Nightshade is doing well too! They’re very successful, enough for me to stay at Jade Academy as a transfer student while keeping my… other job.”
Amber clapped her talons happily. “For the midterm I hear they’re adding a winglet for all the other new dragonets, like the ones from Pantala. I’m just waiting for the next moon so I can prepare.”
Azalea smiled. “Ditto!” She cheered lightly.
A dusty-yellow dragon hovered over them. “Miss, you should return.” he stated. “And stop hanging with delinquents.” He said with a disapproving glance. “Oh, like that guy before? I’m sure Cactus was a big help with that, thanks guards, props to you.” Amber retorted, talons clenched.
“Miss, I strongly ask that you arrive at the stronghold. Right. Now.” He glared at Azalea. 
Within a fraction of a second, she had her claws over his throat. “I didn’t hear you correctly. What did you say?” She hissed. She bared her fangs. “Or need I remind you what I can do?” She unhinged her jaw, and venom just barely missed his neck. “Tell Queen Thorn we will be arriving in a few hours at most.” 
He nodded quickly, and flew away, towards the stronghold. “Well, that was unnecessary.” Amber noted.
“Right, I’ll be heading to Possibility anyways. And you get your supplies right?”
Amber nodded, smiling. “I’ll see you in a few days, Azalea!” She saluted playfully.
Azalea nodded as well, flying off, her scales turning from red to a golden brown.
The village in sight, she could practically hear the laughs of dragonets playing. She morphed her scales into a dusty color just in case, wanting to avoid trouble.
She landed quickly, arching her frills to look like a SandWing. Her talons squelched into the sand uncomfortably, but she dealt with it anyways. 
Walking around to search for the hybrid that Amber was looking for, she tucked her tail under her wings to hide her tail barb. She clicked her tongue, annoyed when she couldn’t find him, and started to leave, before she felt a scorching pain on her right wing, and her eyes began to drift closed.
Her talon darted to one of her pouches. She drew out a pretty ivory petal that looked like it came from some sort of lily. She bit into it and a scent started to emit, somehow jolting everyone awake.
She took out a dusty brown vine, covered in thorns. She heard a faint hiss behind her. Her eyes widened. “Fire!” She ran to the side, to the left of where blazing hot fire now scorched the dunes. “Viper’s Eye.” A low voice hissed behind her. “That’s right. The best vine to grow in dark or dry places. Lucky for you, guess which territory we’re in.” 
Grow! Grow, grow! Grow strong! Defeat enemies! Perfect area! Dry sand and hot sun! She could hear the vine respond. Dry…dry? Yes, dry! Grow! The vine grew, like a lasso, Azalea mused. 
It snatched the attacker by the neck, slamming them against the ground.
“Who are you?” She demanded, jaw unhinging to shoot venom. The other dragon, SandWing, didn’t answer. “Do you want to die?” Her voice took on a higher note. 
“I wouldn’t answer you, hybrid.” Now that she heard their voice at a regular tone, she could tell it was a male. His voice was full of venom, the word hybrid spat out.
“Tell me about it.” She rolled her eyes, while motioning for other dragons to move along. 
“Besides, your venom does nothing. Be careful, little dragonet.” He oozed, his eyes not visible and gleaming with bloodlust.
Her face turned from teasing to rage in an instant. With a careful shot, black venom hit his eyes. 
“Ding ding! You’re correct. You only get half points though.” She started to writhe in pain. “It may not do much, but I can assure you, never underestimate me.” She carelessly flicked her tail and sliced his neck, casual as his corpse lay still. 
“Bounty…” She flipped through a book, pages old and worn, yet the words were easy to understand. 
“Not even in here. What’s he doing, raising his head like that? Shoulda stayed unknown, instead of dead.” She snorted, dragging his body to an open place for one of the Outclaws to clean.
Outclaws. She admired them, really. But they wouldn’t accept a RainWing, much less a hybrid. She flapped her wings, a brilliant green, luminescent against the setting sun. Across her leaf patterned wings, pink spread across it to match the pink clouds. Her face turned a sky blue, her green eyes disappearing behind her perfectly painted face. Her tail turned white to match the clouds and her legs became yellow like the sun. 
Now completely invisible, she took off for the Scorpion Den, spying down below for any trace of living beings. 
“Aw, by the moons! I forgot to catch something.” She whined to herself. She landed, her invisible talons kicking up sand 
She spied a lizard, brown and gold, sitting on a dune. She flew up until her wingbeats were unhearable, and tucked them in.
With startling speed, she swooped down. Before the lizard could move, she caught it in between her talons. She snapped its neck with no effort, before opening a sealed pouch that had something that looked like air holes.
A white snake slithered onto her front leg, fangs bared. A small midnight blue collar was looped around its neck, metal jingling as she took a steel name tag in her talons.
Black was scrawled on, with a name barely legible. “Ivory” was written, as well as words. The location of the Scorpion Den and her name were written under it. With two taps of her talon, it slithered off to go find dinner.  
Using her claw as a knife, she slit the lizard in half, scarlet blood painting the sand red. She began to chew on one half of it. Chewy. And tough. She thought as she ate the meaty lizard. 
She wrapped the other piece in a leaf, which she stored in a blue pouch, along with some other types of meat. 
Around that time, her snake, a patch of white on endless yellow, came back, a rat in its mouth. She stored it in her pouch, where it snacked on its prey.
The Scorpion Den was in sight. She could practically hear endless dragons, bland yellow against her colorful scales, yelling in her ear about their quality assassinations. 
She scoffed. As if. No way they’re better than me. Oh well. It was cockiness that lost my first battle anyways. 
She morphed into a nice golden color that met the color of the moon like she was the sun. She preferred to blend in, in such a dangerous place. Nevertheless, she was mistreated quite a bit. She didn’t care. As long as she had a steady job and was a student at Jade Mountain, she didn’t care.
Wait! Jade Mountain. “I need to pack.” She muttered to herself.
“Yes, you do.” A sharp voice turned her scales back to her regular color, green. She knew it well. She turned. “Cobra!” She cried happily. The sharp-tongued SandWing was tapping her talons on the ground, amusement spreading onto her smirking face.
“That took a while.” Cobra noted. Her eyes glimmered at the glass vial. “I take it that Rattlesnake killed the nearby ones?”
Azalea nodded. “Mm hmm. Did she bring it to you, at least?” 
Cobra clicked her tongue, exasperated. “Nope. She left. Claimed she was “ready to kill someone”. Idiot. It’s an antidote!”
Azalea narrowed her eyes. “I’ll go and find her.” Her green wings turned clear against the night sky, white splotches blending into the stars. “See you.” She nodded at Cobra, her wings making loud flapping noises.
As she flew off, she began to glide. “I hope she hasn’t got herself into trouble.”
As she landed, she saw her sister, a blooming flower of red. “Rattlesnake!”
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