Forgotten, Ridiculed, Tormented ~A WoF Fanfic~

==About This Story||==
Forgotten, Ridiculed, Tormented is a Wings of Fire (By Tui T. Sutherland) fanfic. It takes place in the future of the WoF series, where Pantala and Pyrrhia are united. Where the dragon world is, for now, at peace (growing tensions between tribes). While the world may seem to be peaceful, there are always those who are harshly mocked, ridiculed, and shunned. This fanfic will mostly be about those. Remember, this is in the future. None of the heroes or characters you know in the Wings of Fire original series will be here, but they may be mentioned. You may also notice characters from my other fanfics. Note that this is an entirely different WoF world, and some names may be reused. Thank you.
I really hope you like this story, and I thank all who read it. 
||Nightfall, The NightWing||
~Please note that I am actually a pretty busy person, and can not update as frequently. I will try and at the very least do a chapter a week, but it can not be guaranteed, since I have no clue what my schedule may be.~
==Chapter One || Some Things Never Change ||==
Kiwi curled her tail around her talons. She was hiding, again. 
“RainWings, one of the most peaceful and kindest tribes in Pyrrhia.” She sniffed. “That is certainly not what I’ve seen..” She muttered, as streams of tears rolled down her snout. Suddenly, she ducked as a coconut, about the size of her head came flying at her. She flapped her wings in alarm, rustling the nearby leaves with her tail. 
“Ha, you almost got her Python!” A laughing voice said, growing near. Kiwi growled, curling her claws, causing them to stab into the branch she was on. Toucans and other tropical birds squawked, as rainforest bugs hummed around. 
“Oh, that must be so funny to you, huh?!” She growled, lashing her tail in anger and frustration. 
“Yes, actually, quite.” A RainWing, Python, laughed. His eyes moved to the smashed coconut that had nearly hit Kiwi. “Darn, you were right Treefrog, I really was close!” Kiwi snarled, she was hot with anger. She may be infuriated, but her scales didn’t shift colors, they didn’t even shimmer in the slightest. Her scales were the color of a kiwi, obviously. But she was named ‘Kiwi’ specifically because her scales would forever remain the way the were. She was unable to change them. 
Treefrog took a step closer to Kiwi, and scoffed. “Scales still the same, eh? Not even the slightest bit vibrant, like ours!” He said, spreading his wings, and allowing waterfalls of color to devour his once dark blue scales. 
“Yes, yes, you’re so very shiny.” Kiwi said, yawning. She needed to act unbothered, and cool. If she ever showed how hurt their remarks made her feel, they would surely just worsen, right? Her sloth, Coconut leapt out of the branch above her and wrapped herself around Kiwi’s neck, like a loose, warm, floppy lei. 
“So Kiwi, will you be coming to the feast?” Python asked, his tone still mocking but his question genuine. “Can’t miss it, can ya? It only happens once every two years.” 
The feast. A ginormous feast the RainWings have every two years, taking place around the time of year that Queen Glory, a legendary RainWing queen, saved them from the NightWings. Practically no RainWing wanted to miss out on that, except, Kiwi. It was the perfect chance for those who enjoyed picking on her to make it a public spectacle. To be quite fair, not many RainWings actually made fun of her. It was just a few, but those few sure liked to take it as far as they could, and to make it public, would be exactly what they wanted. 
“You know that I have better things to do then celebrate. I’m a very busy RainWing.” Kiwi explained, stroking Coconut’s soft silvery fur. 
“Oh sure, but exactly how can you call yourself a RainWing? A RainWing who can’t change scales is no RainWing at all.” Treefrog laughed, while Python fell onto his side laughing. Kiwi imagined what color her scales would be if they could change. Red, dark dark red. Red darker then any red ever seen on a RainWing. 
“What a hilarious joke.” Kiwi yawned, then began studying her claws. 
“Oh look at the time! We’re late for the Hide N’ Seek game, wanna com- Oh wait, ha, never mind, forgot that you can’t.” Python said, while him and Treefrog flew off, their laughter echoing in the vast rainforest. Kiwi rolled her eyes. 
She was sick. Sick of being laughed at, and called ‘not a real RainWing’, constantly. She so badly wanted to leave the rainforest, explore the world outside the humid rainforest. But there was one thing that was holding her back, her parents. Centuries ago, she heard that RainWings never ‘did’ parents. That they all stuck their eggs together, and raised them as a tribe. 
That wasn’t exactly the case anymore. They still kept their eggs together, but each pair would mark their eggs, making sure that they know who their dragonets were, and rose them together. 
Kiwi’s parents were old — and her mother was blind. Her father worked hard, building RainWing homes. So she was mainly the only one who could be home with her mother most of the time. 
Kiwi sighed, she did want to go the feast, but she needed to stay with her mother, and she was scared to find out what would happen if she went. They’d have the feast at night, so they could light the firefly lanterns. RainWings didn’t have fire, and so they used other things or their light resources. They could very easily use flamesilk, but it was pretty pricey, and the RainWings didn’t really have any treasure. 
Since it was getting dark, Kiwi flew back to her small home, swinging around trees and branches. She walked in the doorway, where an old faded door was swung wide open. She walked into the quiet cramped house.
“Mom?” She called out. It was unusual for the house to be so quiet. She went into the kitchen, and screamed.
Her mother, her scales pale green and white with pain and fear, was laying in the kitchen, her throat violently ripped out. 
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===~End of chapter note} Sorry for the chapter being kind of short. It was mainly to be used as a chapter to introduce one of the main characters. Each chapter will introduce a new character. I really hope you enjoy this fanfic so far, or what little there is of it so far. Each chapter will have these little notes at the end. Again, thank you for reading! Feel free to let me know your opinion of it down in the comments.===
=====This is just a fun little question to see if you read the whole thing, hehe. Why is Kiwi named ‘Kiwi’? Answer in the comments if you want to participate!=====
== Chapter Two || Colder Than Ice || ==
Polaris was obviously, in the library. She wasn’t reading, of course, since she couldn’t. It was surprising that scrolls could even survive in the freezing ice palace. The ice around gleamed and glistened, while particles floated in the air at times because of the deep chill.
Polaris sighed, her breath barely seen in the air. To be honest, the particles mainly came from Polaris. Her scales were much, much colder then any other IceWing’s. A normal IceWing’s scales would give you an extreme chill by just barely brushing against them, while Polaris’s scales would literally freeze a dragon from her horns to tail, internally and all. But of course, that was only If she touched them long enough.
More than ever, she always dreamt of reading a scroll. She had heard that so much knowledge could be held within a scroll. It was a weird wish, but, not that weird for a dragon in a situation like hers. Polaris stared at the scrolls, looking at every title and imagining what would be written within them.
An IceWing guard knocked at the icy doorway.
“Yes?” Polaris asked, politely, of course. She always had to make sure to be as polite as ever, and to make sure she had good manners. She was in the first circle, and always had to make sure to never make a mistake that would somehow make her rank go down.
“Miss Polaris? You’ve been in the library for quite some time, and Her Majesty has requested a meeting with you.” The guard answered, just as polite as her. Polaris nodded and thanked the guard, and the guard did a quick bow and left the large room.
“A meeting with Queen Snowdrift? Well, this’ll be entertaining at least..” She said very quietly. If she was ever heard saying such things, well, she’d be in big trouble for sure. She got up, and left the room.
The palace that the IceWing’s had was very luxurious. It seemed to always glow and glisten, and the cold air always gave it a magical effect. It was honestly a shame that basically only IceWings could see it’s magnificent beauty. Any other dragon besides an IceWing would freeze long before even reaching the palace, and they probably wouldn’t make it across The Great Ice Cliff, which surprisingly still stood.
Polaris never had to be too careful with her frostscales. Everything in the palace was already ice, so she never had to really worry about freezing anything, well, except dragons of course. IceWings were made to be able to withstand a lot of freezing cold temperatures, but they wouldn’t last very long against Polaris’s frostscales. Which made her the perfect weapon.
She knew of Queen Snowdrift’s plans, and she never tried to act like she approved. Frankly, she wasn’t a big fan of her unusual scales. She was the type of dragon who disliked harming others, and with scales that would literally freeze any other dragon she came in contact with.. Well, you can see why she’d dislike them.
Queen Snowdrift, however, loved her scales. Of course, what queen wouldn’t? Having a weapon that could freeze your enemies immediately would practically ensure you reign forever. Even frostbreath could hardly compare to what Polaris could do. But that wasn’t even the worst of it. Her plan was to marry Polaris off to her eldest son, Snowstorm. Who, by the way, did not appeal to Polaris at all. He was drippy, and had the personality of a bare room.
Polaris was absolutely tired of hearing about how ‘lucky she was’. She felt like she had the worst luck in all of Pyrrhia. Having a deadly weapon in her scales that she never asked for or wanted, and having to be soon married to the last dragon ever she’d want to marry.
But of course, that’s not how other IceWings saw it. Many were envious of her powerful scales, and the fact that she’d soon marry into the royal family, and inherit the IceWing throne. Polaris didn’t want any of it. Being queen sounded horrible. Every dragon in your tribe would have to look to you, and count on you, and Polaris could barely handle making a public presentation. She was not fit to be queen. She was not fit for her ‘gift’.
She thought of all this until she reached the throne room. She knocked on the door three times.
“Come in, dear.” Queen Snowdrift called.
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===~End of chapter note} I tried to make the chapter around the same length as the first, since these first chapters are only to somewhat introduce the main character’s and their backstory. I really hope you guys are enjoying this series so far. Please remember, you absolutely do not have to read these notes. They will have nothing too too important, so feel free to skip past them. Ack, again, thanks for reading my little fanfic. ===
====||Nightfall, The NightWing||====
=====Ready for the little extra? This is honestly just for a fun little quiz thing. Who is Polaris arranged to marry? Remember, she dislikes this IceWing a lot. (Answer in the comments, you do not have to participate.)=====
==Chapter Three || In The Deep ||==
Aquamarine sighed. What was wrong with her? How could she have made such a big mistake in front of the whole freaking palace? A SeaWing, dark blue with light blue underscales, and a kind face swam over.
Aqua? He flashed to her, brightly, to catch her attention. Her head snapped up, and upon seeing him, she sighed a stream of bubbles. He gave her a worrying glance. 
Yes Cobalt? Aquamarine flashed at him with her scales. She wanted to be alone, but of course, knowing him, there was no way that she’d leave her.
I just.. He began, but his luminescent stripes dimmed and went dark. Are you alright? I heard what happened. He flashed, along with making gestures with his talons. 
She wanted to nod her head yes, but ended up shaking it no instead. Aquamarine had never felt so small before. 
Aquamarine was a guard for Queen Azure. She was stationed in the Deep Palace, since construction for an above water palace was currently delayed. There were still parts of the famous Summer Palace still standing, and Queen Azure wanted her Animus dragons to restore it to how it originally was. It’s full glory was only told of in tales, and scrolls. But of course, it’d take a long time considering how careful she needed to be with her animus dragons. 
Aquamarine, however, felt like she wasn’t supposed to be a guard. It had always been her dream as a dragonet to grow up and be a protector of her people. But how was she to do that? Her powerful tail hadn’t fully developed, and was just like a normal dragon’s tail, leaving her with no natural weapons.
Guards had weaponry at their claw tips, but all the techniques they were trained in involved their tails mostly. Now, it was unusual, and most SeaWings often overlooked how important their tail was for everyday life. But it was extra crucial to Aquamarine, since her life wasn’t that of an ordinary resident. She was a guard of the Queen.
She couldn’t believe how useless she was. She had failed her Queen. The kelp in the underwater cave swayed, and fished moved about busily in the small coral reef nearby. Aquamarine often went there when she just wanted to be alone, even though Cobalt couldn’t really take the hint. 
You know you’re still an amazing guard, right? You work just as hard, if not harder, and you do everything you can to help protect everyone. Cobalt flashed, moving next to her in the dark cave. It was comforting, what he said, but not comforting enough.
Small bubbles floated in the water, making the moment almost magical, even though just thinking it was cringe-worthy to Aquamarine. But she enjoyed his company, since he seemed to be the only SeaWing who wasn’t disappointed in her.
It was getting late, and Aquamarine was expected to be back soon. She flashed Cobalt goodbye, and hurried, riding a current back to the palace. She shuddered. That was where she’d be told her punishment.
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===~End of chapter note} Sorry that this chapter may have been a little shorter than the others. But as always, thank you for taking your time to read this! I’m hoping you guys are loving all of the characters so far. ===
=====Why exactly was Aquamarine in that cave? =====
=====a). She just felt like being somewhere cool and dark. b). She wanted to be alone. c). She was told to go there.=====
=====(remember that you don’t have to participate!)=====
==Chapter Four || Bloody Swamp ||  ==
===*{Gore Warning!}*===
Bayou breathed heavily. He hoped he wasn’t spotted. He hoped he wasn’t caught. Mud oozed over his mud-brown scales, hiding him the best it could. It still couldn’t hide the pools of blood, however. The rich mud, cool, liquid-y mud should’ve healed all his wounds. But they were pretty severe.
Large lumps were dotted all over the muddy swamp, pools of blood mixing in the mud, but quickly washing away because of the rain. It didn’t take a genius to guess what those lumps were. 
Bayou squeezed his eyes shut, and held his breath from underneath the pile of mud. He hoped he wasn’t spotted. 
In the chilling fog, something was moving around the MudWing’s territory, killing relentlessly. Another scream tore through the once eerily silent air. Bayou tried his best not to yell, or flinch. He needed to look like a fallen log, or at least like a dead body, being devoured by the mud. 
The rain had stopped, but the fog was still thick. For all Bayou knew, it could be right by him. His ears perked up, something was squelching through the mud toward him. But it didn’t sound like ‘it’. It sounded like another MudWing. 
She panted, a terrified look sprawled across her face. She was limping horribly, and blood dripped from all of her wounds. Bayou wished he were brave enough to jump out from his hiding place, and help her. Help her hide, and get down. But he wasn’t. Even if he did, it would most certainly be too late. 
Whatever was killing off these MudWings with ease was quick. Impossibly quick. It would be a death sentence to get up now.
A pale yellow blur came charging at the injured MudWing. Her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to scream, but couldn’t. She looked down, seeing her own throat, violently slit, then crumbled to the ground, the mud already consuming her. 
Bayou had seen the whole thing. The mud was arranged so that one of his eyes could open without getting any mud in it, and he had witnessed her death. Not wanting to be next, he quickly squeezed it shut. His heart was hammering loudly enough that the killer could probably hear it even a mile away. 
But surprisingly, nothing came for him. He opened his eye again, and felt like the luckiest dragon ever. Bayou stayed hidden, and three more screams had sounded before the swamp seemed to be silent for good.
He got up, and swiveled his head, looking around quickly. He sighed, thinking it was alright. In that moment he blinked, he opened his eyes again to see a pale SandWing, with a dragon-bite viper curled around her slender neck. Bayou was about to shriek when the SandWing grabbed his snout, holding it closed.
“Now now, hush, little MudWing.” The SandWing said, in a smooth voice. Her black tongue flickered out, tasting the air, while the viper stared at him with unblinking eyes. “Be a sweetheart and keep it down, won’t you?”
She released Bayou, practically throwing him into a mound of mud. 
“W-Why are you killing us? We-We’ve never fought with any SandWings for the past century!” Bayou stammered, scared and confused.
“Oh, why does it matter if you did anything to my tribe? I could honestly care less. SandWings these days are a bunch of cowardly worms.” She hissed, stroking the viper’s head. “I just felt like it.”
“F-Felt like it?! You’ve been mercilessly slaughtering us because you felt like it?!” Bayou snarled, forgetting his terror and replacing it with anger. He was ready to lunge at her, but she raised her venomous barbed tail and shook it in his face.
“No no, don’t get all violent with me now.” She chuckled, pointing her barbed tail to hover over his heart. She then whispered something to her viper, putting her snout to its head. The viper then lunged at Bayou, wrapping it’s long slithery body around his two front legs. “Try anything funny and that snake will not hesitate to strike.”
He wanted to claw her, but he knew the powerful venom a dragon-bite viper possessed. One bite and he’d be dead in moments. 
“Why, why? Murdering innocent dragons just because.. Just because you want to.” Bayou said quietly, glaring at the SandWing. She looked as if she didn’t care at all. 
“I am one of the most powerful kinds of dragons, and my tribe only wanted to use me for cheap party tricks. So of course, I had to break free, right?” She laughed, a cold, heartless laugh. “Now, well now, I can do anything! Anything I want, and no dragon can even stop me without facing the ultimate price.” 
“Most powerful kinds of dragons? What are you talking about?” Well sure, she certainly was fast and good at killing, but how could she be — 
“Yes, I’m an Animus worthless worm. The only dragon who can stop an animus is another animus. And guess what? I’m the first animus in centuries.” She chuckled, studying her claws. The rain picked up again, thundering overhead, and washing away the blood that had stained the swamp a violent red. 
“I should’ve known. Animus dragons.. Freaks of nature.” Bayou snarled. MudWings were taught to believe that Animus dragons were evil, based on several encounters with them. Darkstalker, Albatross, and other animus dragons that went insane. 
“Hah, maybe I am a freak. But I’ve embraced who I am with open wings. All of the rules that once held me down no longer matter.” She said spreading her wings and opening her arms.
“But who are you?!” Bayou hissed, lashing his tail. 
“My name, is Isis.” She snarled, then lunged at Bayou. 
===*{GORE AHEAD!}*===
====||You have been warned.||====
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He screamed in agony as Isis ripped his left wing off of his body with brute strength. She then snapped his horn, and raked at his right wing, tearing it. His shrieks tore through the swamp, seemingly shattering it. She sliced through one of his legs, making him scream even louder. The pain continued on, but the blood stopped.
“There, now you won’t die from blood loss. But at least you’ll still feel the pain.” Isis laughed. She then stalked away, her tail dragging behind her. 
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===~End of chapter note} Sorry if this chapter was a little longer than the others. It had to be a bit longer to introduce two vital characters to the plot, so yeah. I promise there won’t be very many gore-y parts, and when there will be I will put warnings. For those of you who skipped that part, all that happened was that Isis basically amputated him, and other things. As always, thanks for reading! ===
=====No little thing this time. Next chapter though!=====
==Chapter Five || Forgotten Flame ||==
Honeydew hissed as a pair of SkyWings entered her cell.
They wore protective armor, shielding any sensitive spots on their flame red and clementine orange scales. The cell was dark, gold, and musty. The only light was the light coming from the torch one of the guards carried, and the very faint glow of Honeydew’s scales. 
Her antennae were waving around, having sensed the vibrations from their footsteps long ago. As the got nearer she growled, causing one of them (the one with clementine scales) to step back. 
“Don’t worry, she’s just a SilkWing. And plus, she’s chained up.” The dark blood red guard said to the other. He chuckled, elbowing the other guard. 
Yes, Pyrrhia and Pantala were said to be peaceful with one another. Animus enchanted ships traveled between the continents. But that didn’t mean that they were still treated a little, well, badly. The dragons from Pantala were still fairly new to the Pyrrhian dragons, and a lot of them found each other odd or strange. 
The SkyWing queen, however, seemingly took it to a whole other level. Queen Cinder was one of the most loved queens. But that was just a facade. She was cunning, and always had to make sure she was one of the most powerful and loved queens. Keeping Flamesilk SilkWings was one of those things that most of the SkyWings wouldn’t agree on, but she did it for the ‘good of the kingdom’.
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