Fic Collab: Weevil.

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Part 2 is all about the quest, and start of character development and lessons learned. A big journey full of dangers, and the raise of more questions.
Part 3 is the Climax, the where we will answer the Big Question, Weevil will finally free his beloved friend, but at a price, and then it will solidify character development. Then we have the conclusion, and end.
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== Prologue ==
((This is having stuff added to it by KinkajouIsTheLiteralBest))
(This all can be edited to your liking, as can the rest of the fic. I was thinking on a reason to make Weevil only partly controlled by Wasp, and settled on making him have Silkwing blood. In THQ, Scarab mentions that, if a Hivewing had had silkwing ancestors in the previous three generations, it wouldn’t work. Weevil is 4 four generations away from a silkwing, so the control is glitchy.  Also, I think this chapter, and my writing Is a bit of a bore, so please… let’s edit this…XD)
Weevil was young. Very young. About two. Almost three. Which meant he was also dumb, like all dragonets. It was early today. Very early. The insides of the house were cold, and everything was still dark. He was sitting on his mother’s bed, tail wrapped on his. He was observing his mother’s breath. He sat there still. And waited. And waited. Soon, she opened her deep, odd coloured eyes, and looked straight at him.
“Good morning, my little beetle…” she said, affectionally stroking his snout.  He smiled back at her.
“I know your secret. I know why the Queen can’t control you,” he said, then gently stretched a talon towards her head, but stopped midway, afraid that he might hurt her.  His mother just looked at him, almost as if she could right into his soul. Then she gently put her long and elegant pair of antennas out for him to see.
“Shhhhhhh. Don’t tell anybody,” she said with a warm smile.
“I won’t,” Weevil promised. They snuggled a little. “Mom, am I part SilkWing too? Like you?”
“Hmmm … you are the fourth generation … which means not too much … but, what do you think of that idea?”
“I don’t like it too much …” he said politely. He was wondering if when he turned 6, he would spin himself a cocoon and get extra four wings. He would look VERY weird, if that ever happened. And he sure didn’t want that. But it would be nice to have silk… there would be many ways to prank his awful teachers with silk…
“Well…Weevil… your eyes. You sure have Silkwing eyes. Big and expressive, and more than once, I have seen you predict the weather, so I think you can sense pressure change with your wing membranes, like a Silkwing. Just small tiny details. And one of these tiny details, makes the Queen unable to control you, too.” 
Just then they heard a knock on the door. Weevil's mother stiffened up immediatly, her antenna reaching out towards the door.
"Run," she whispered in a low tone to Weevil.
Creak.
The door opened.
"Weevil, I'm telling you to run," his mother said in a more urgent tone. A trio of HiveWings with white eyes grabbed his mother, and started to drag her away. Another one came for Weevil. 
"Mama!" he cried out in fear. The HiveWing started to grab him but then froze. They saw Weevil's eyes had turned white. Weevil heard a voice in his head. Obey. it said in a female tone Weevil thought, though it was hard to tell. He froze up as still as a board following the commanding voice.  
== Chapter in Part one in Which Our Main Charater is introduced. ==
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Maybe instead of using caps use italics, -Jaguar))
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Weevil was a Hivewing who thought Silkwings should have their own Queen. And that they shouldn't serve Hivewings. Nor be at the market. No. He was a dragon who believed all SilkWings should vanish off the face of dragon world. Or at least live on the other side of Pantala, where they wouldn't bother him with their always sad expressions, (Come on, evolution. Why do they always have to look so miserable? Even when they are happy?) or their extra shiny, beautifully distracting scales. Honestly, Weevil hated Silkwings. Actually, hate was a weak word for what he felt for them. None of the words he could think of worked, it was more like a mushed up jumble of, hate, despise, and whatever the other words for hate times a million!
Weevil wished that they had gone to war against the SilkWings and ended all of them instead of the LeafWings... Or at least the LeafWings end them. but no. His crazy claws Queen decided to stuff SilkWings on the HiveWing homes. And make them work like crazy. And clutter the hive with their wingless dragonets.
IF he was Queen, (Yes, Queen, Kings, and nothing are the same thing in the dragon world. They only good for one thing: Making dragonets.), he would have burnt the book of Clearsight in front of the whole tribe, because whoever suggesting something so ridiculous as keeping three tribes, that have different needs, and tastes, and culture under the same fricking Crazy Queen that does not deserve any attention.
Weevil would just throw any HiveWing that disagreed with his opinion on SilkWings out of the Hive and maybe even off the face of the earth. Well. Any HiveWing... Except for Widow... And his mother... If she was still here anyway.
Speaking of Widow... she was there, just beside him, trotting around, her glittering wings folded behind her, her black scales with yellow stripes shining on the low light of the inside of the hive. Weevil knew she was amazingly beautiful. If anyone said she wasn't, he would throw them off a cliff.
She was an artist. A real good one. She made oil paintings so good, Weevil thought that the dragons in her paintings would just come to life and leave the canvas.
Both were walking side by side on the market place. It was quite full, with noisy crowds lingering everywhere, and the sunlight illuminating the incredible hexagonal pattern on the wall that, in his opinion, was being cluttered with too many posters about how incredible Queen Wasp is. They both had just left Sugar Dream, one of the best candy stores at Cicada Hive, and were both carrying neatly wrapped little pink boxes full of sweets.
Widow had been ranting about his behaviour since they left the store, but Weevil wasn't paying too much attention to her. He was more interested in walking.
"By the Moons…Weevil…our teachers…our parents… Everybody s always saying that SilkWings are easily spooked, easily hurt. Like I always say: if you want to talk to one, you need to drop your many layers of thorns, and a bit of your arrogance, or at least let them know you better, so they will know your curiosity know NO BOUNDARIES, and that, 12 out of 10 times, you say things without thinking, hurting other dragons feelings and looking like a creep!” Widow lectured. Or finished lecturing. He wasn't sure.
“Widow...why were they even there?! There are about an infinite row of shops and a whole side of the market for them, and those wingless things were at Chafer’s!” Weevil argued, exasperated.
“Well… they have the right to be there. But…Weevil…you can't just…do not do that. Curiosity killed the reading monkey, remember?" she said softening a bit.
“Good thing I’m a dragon, then,” he said, looking somewhat annoyed at her, She rolled her eyes.
“Can’t you just imagine being another dragon other than yourself for like, ten seconds? Those SilkWings will NEVER know why we got served before Lady Scarab. That blue one was probably thinking that you are a total jerk and has been one for all your life.” Widow scolded him, tail lashing.
“He wouldn’t be wrong… but they will think it’s because they are useless worms and we are not, which sounds about right to me.”
“But, both us and Chafer, knows that is not the case. He was afraid that you would trash his store. Again,” Widow argued back.
That had been a while ago. And he did out of good intententions. He was not planning on smashing one of the beautiful wooden cupboards full of the delicate sculptures Chafer put so much effort on… He would have never done it on purpose. He just wanted to teach a punk why he shouldn’t cut line in front of three dragonets who were waiting for ages. But that day, he picked on a dragon who knew how to fight back, and it resulted in Chafer calling the guards to bring them both out, and he received an earful from his friend. One of the few the ever took without raising his voice or telling Chafer why he was wrong. 
“That green SilkWing was almost asking to be thrown out of the store, though. You noticed the problem and ordered in a hurry so we could get out. Do you think we got enough sweets?” Weevil asked, looking into Widow’s brown warm eyes.
“I think so… there will be only about 10 dragons on Roach’s retirement party. And we aren’t the only ones bringing sweets… but you know what? I should have really asked Chafer to leave a honey drop out so I could eat it…now, I can’t open the box without ruining everything and I'll have to wait till the party…” she said, fiddling with the box. Then she had a look around, her expression suddenly turning a little sadder  “Weevil, I know you are mostly vegetarian, but etiquette says you don’t simply walk into a retirement party with a platter of cooked green beans, zucchini, and eggplant.”
He stopped dead on his tracks, causing a few SilkWings to bump on him. He gave them a disdainful look while they apologized and walked away. He then had a look around. He was walking towards the SilkWing part of the market. Widow was smart, she knew he only ever came here to buy food, since HiveWing shops don´t sell “low quality” food items such as leafy greens, beans, okra, and eggplants. If he did want to eat those, which he often did because it reminded him of his mother's awesome cooking, there was only one place to buy it. 
The low-class end of the market.
Weevil sighed and looked around to see the place. He felt like his tail was going to the ceiling. 
==The Part Where Weevil Chases Blue==
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The guards at the door lifted the huge, noisy gates of Cicada Hive Dungeons. He, Widow, and a few other HiveWings clearly returning from lunch breaks.
Different of Misbehavior's Way, here was where the REAL THREATS were kept. (And all the guards, too. Because Lady Cicada is a numbskull. So all guards that do their best to protect and keep her Hive Spotless and Shiny and in order (because that lazy banana slug of a Lady does NOTHING) can be killed if the prisoners ever manage to escape.) The staircase was lined with claw marks and dents, and even some blood stains that didn't come out. There was no decoration, just bland, dark corridors and few flamesilk lamps here and there, the sound of a water leakage somewhere (that, despite the many requests, Lady Cicada NEVER came to have a look and get someone to fix, and they couldn't just fix things without her approval), and the nose wrenching smell of the conditions which the prisoners bellow were kept. He could hear some screams from bellow. 
After a few twists, Weevil and Widow reached another gate, and then, a much more well lit room, with huge hexagonal windows, and  light yellow colored walls with the engraving of cicadas.  He walked in, to stumble upon some hazy chatter in the background, and a beautiful SilkWing (well, he was still to meet an ugly one) clerk, who Weevil never really bothered  remembering/asking the name. She was writing something in a few papers. He never paid her much attention.  He just sometimes passed by to drop the documents she had to archive. To Weevil's luck, by now she knew better than trying to say "hi" or "hello" or "good afternoon" to him, and just kept her mouth shut every time he walked by. 
The rest of the office was filled with busy HiveWings, some flying overhead, their wings buzzing, some just having a nice chat by a water tank, some just writing somethings in a book, and most others discussing cases or epic stories about how they brought down Who-and-Who, or just simply providing help to those who walked into the office to report something. 
As he was walking to his destination, a bright fiery teal (is that thing? fiery teal? Eh. If wasn't, it is now) SilkWing dragonet caught his attention. He stopped to looked at him. His coral wingbuds were a tad bit more unfurled than the ones in the greenish-one he saw earlier. The dragonet noticed Weevil's stare, and tilted his head. Probably wondering why I'm looking at him. Weevil speculated. Just as stupid as all the other SilkWings. 
Widow gave a Weevil a light poke with her spear, making him jump and quickly return to the real world. "Staring is ugly. What's your fascination with their wings?" she asked. He didn't reply, and they proceeded to walk to the next room. 
He followed her, the dragonet's eyes still on him. Upon entering the new room, then smell of food filled his nose, and HiveWings of the color of fire were gathered around a table. Both Weevil and Widow left their their spears on the wall, and walked over to the group.
"Oh, Hello, Weevil and Widow. I was waiting for you! I see that you brought us some goods" Roach, a very old (not as old as Scarab, but still old) yellowish-brown HiveWing said, approaching. 
"All the best to you, Commander Roach. You deserve the very best," Widow said, while she placed the boxes near the rest of the food. The rest of Weevil's team seemed to agree about Roach deserving the best, since he could see the breads of the best bakery, the best spreads, the best meat cuts and cheese, and bows of some good-looking sparkling drinks. That, Weevil was sure of, wouldn't impair anyone from doing their job after the party. 
"Thanks, Widow. I appreciate your generosity," he said, then picked a drinking glass, filled it up, and passed it along. Soon, Weevil (and everybody else) had a drink in their talons.
"I would like to thank you all for coming" Roach began his speech, "I have dreaded retirement since the day I first set a talon on the Training Academy. But... Now I have served many, many, years, the time has changed, and I am not the most fit dragon to take care of your younglings anymore. But worry not. I have chosen someone of my uttermost confidence, that I'm sure will lead the training of this group well. Thanks, you all. Helgramite shall be your new commander" Roach said, spreading his shiny wings for effect. 
NO! Weevil thought. Everything went silent and still, all his senses felt numb.
"He is great at setting order, and is well-organized and established," Roach continued, though Weevil barely heard him.
No, no, no. It couldn't be, could it? Not Helgramite, not him! Of all HiveWings! WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE HIM!? Weevil, obviously, because he was still in training, was not expecting (nor wanted to be, he would lead everybody to DOOM!, he knew that much) the chosen one, but he wasn't expecting that Roach would choose an idiot in his place. Couldn't be. Just no. 
"Weevil... Are you okay?" Widow asked, turning her brown warm eyes to him.  He didn't answer, staring blankly at the wall in front of him. 
"Thanks very much, Roach, I'm glad you choose me as your successor, It's an honor to able to teach this group of grubs how to be proper guards," a blood-red black-striped HiveWing replied, approaching Roach to shake his talon.
"Sorry to disappoint, Helgramite. This is not a group of your clones. Maybe you need glasses," Weevil said. His intention was to offend, but he heard some (nervous?) laughter that got quickly shushed in the background. 
"Oh, Weevil" Helgramite said, almost spitting the last word as if was a rotten fish, and wrinkling his snout, flashing his bright white teeth. Helgramite always did that as a warning. His lethal poison may scare most away, but well...Weevil is not most. But... With Helgramite, Weevil was always sure to be somewhat what careful. That one was known for biting the training HiveWings as punishment. Weevil had seen him bite a dragon... more than once. Just guards that failed their job. Some, Weevil agreed were pretty bad fails, such as letting someone steal from the markets, harm a dragonet or burglary, and other things like that, But the great majority of dragons Weevil had ever seen Helgtamite bite didn't deserve it. And even those who DESERVED punishment,  Weevil believed it shouldn't be something like that.
Helgramite's poison made dragons yell and cry endless, while their wounds got black, ugly and their scales dissolved, in a matter of minutes. MINUTES. And the right risk of death.
And yet, all got taken to the hosptal. And if his memory doesn't fail him, all survived, but all of them are terrified of Helgramite in a way they do their best to never cross paths with their boss again.
Weevil had never seen Helgramite do it to a SilkWing. Well. Not that he gave two figs for the SilkWings... But rumor said he did it quite often, when there was "no HiveWing with paralyzing venom around". 
"I don't fear your flashy teeth," he said, defiantly. Helgramite suddenly turned his oily expression into a fierce snarl. 
"Oh.. You don't?" Helgramite challenged back, walking towards Weevil. 
"Boys, let's calm down and appreciate the food, shall we?" Roach said politely, in the same tone as before, but who knew him well also knew it was better to obey. 
"You always have someone to keep me from giving you a behavior correction, don't you, little beetle? Well. Your lucky days are over... You better behave... Or you know very well what will happen to you," Helgramite whispered, before turning around, with and obvious fake smile to his face.
It was not long before all that tension was undone, and dragons were just eating and talking and drinking and having a good time. Weevil... was still not having so great of time. He was mad about Helgramite's promotion. Good thing Widow was there, just beside him, talking something about she and a friend had done last week. He was sure that as long Widow was close, she would always be able to un-do his anger just with her calm warm eyes and keep him from murdering Helgramite's face off. 
When Weevil was having a perfectly good day at Roach's retirement party. Naturally right when he began to have some fun, Wasp HAD to do a whole hive command. Naturally. Chase. Find. Wasp whispered in his mind. Weevil didn't really want to, but he also didn't have a choice. Weevil found the SilkWing. Hey, that was one of the SilkWings from the Sugar Dream! He's HARMLESS. Capture the flamesilk. Wasp said in his mind, and he realized that all of the HiveWings, including Weevil, had said "Capture the flamesilk". Soo we are chasing a harmless SilkWing that might be a flamesilk. Greaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat. Weevil thought.
Weevil and the other dragons marched out of the room perfectly synchronized. They spread out, Weevil was forced to fly up towards the higher floor of the Hive. He was glad to see that Helgramite was going the opposite way but when he saw Widow going that way as well he felt a twinge of anger. He landed on the floor above to see the Hivewings alert eyes white and surveying the SilkWings intensely. 
Suddenly, a {insert Io's main color here} Silkwing with her wings already dove twards a hole in the wall of the hive. A blue and purple wingles dragonet followed her. Thats him! Weevil thought with a jolt of anoyence, this little dragonet had sent the hive up in caoss and he just had wanted to go home for the night. Well I guess the sooner we catch him the sooner we are relesed. Attack! The voice in his head comanded. He obeyed, yet again not with his own free will, he might add. 
Weevil saw a Hivewing dragonet fling himself at the Silkwings at the corner of his eye before him and all the other Hivewings lunged forward. The Silkwing with wings dove head on into them fighting them with verosity that he hadn't ever seen in a Silkwing before. But apparintly Wasp had singled him out and he was now moving twards the Flamesilk.
Weevil moved faster, trying to catch the SilkWing so he could just go home and get this all hive command over with.  Somthing like Silk shot out from behind him blinding him. Next thing Weevil knew, the flamesilk was gone. Wasp didn't give up, The flamesilk and the Silkwing trator were gone. They had to search the Savana till very late in the night finaly she let them go home for the night. No dougt she would send search partys again in the morning. 
== The Part Where Widow Gets Captured (The Inciting Incident) ==
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Weevil was very relieved when it was finally evening. After all, evening meant home, and home meant bed. Weevil was exhausted, and he was about ten minutes away from trying to marry his (very nice) silk mattress. He buzzed through the air, forcing dragons out of the way as he went. Widow looked like she was about ten seconds away from yelling at him. Something about how "it's rude to force other dragons to move out of your way" or "Weevil, we are inside a Hive, so be a good, polite HiveWing and. Slow. Down." Or perhaps she wanted to tell him that marrying your furniture was both stupid and illegal (a true tragedy, all things considered).
Sometimes, Weevil wondered why she was so adamant on criticizing him. Was she right? Sure, no doubt about it. But why? It wasn't like he was planning to change any time soon. He didn't get it. Maybe she just liked yelling. That was fair, Weevil certainly liked yelling.
Widow didn't say anything, surprisingly enough. She simply huffed and glared at him. He was distracted enough by this that he ran headfirst into a SilkWing. "Hey! Watch it!" He barked out. The SilkWing hurriedly apologized and then rushed off. Widow gave him the look of somebody who was deeply ashamed but way too tired to deal with it.
"Weevil...you're a bit...was your day that bad?" 
Well. his day had began well...as normal. Then there was that incident on Sugar Dream, afterwards at Roach's party there was nothing but sweets that felt like eating because there was meat everywhere...and he DIDN'T EVEN get to enjoy them or say goodbye to Roach, since Wasp took over EVERYBODY to chase an apparently HARMLESS SILKWING. 
Next he spent his time following Wasp's commands to break things whose owners wouldn't be able to replace, (and believe it or not, he felt sorry for that), ate nothing all day, got freed from Wasp at like 12pm in the MIDDLE OF NOWHERE. So yes, his day had been that bad. 
"I have seen worse days. But also... I have seen better ones"
Finally, Weevil's moderately sized house came into view. Weevil and Widow touched down, tucking their wings in. Widow was going to be staying there until her transfer to Cicada Hive was officially approved. She would become part of the Hive network and continue training to be a guard, only this time it would be with Weevil. Despite their occassional (read: frequent) disagreements, he was really looking forward to it.
Of course, this would be when Wasp issued a whole Hive command.
Weevil watched with a sinking feeling as the HiveWings around him halted, their heads whipping upwards and to the east. Their eyes were a pale, milky white. Weevil was certain that his were not. He could hear Queen Wasp, could feel her thrumming and buzzing at the edges of his mind, but it was faint, and sometimes faded out altogether.
It was even worse when Weevil looked at Willow and instead of seeing a white-eyed monster, saw his friend with warm brown eyes full of confusion and fear.
It was luck that they were in a relatively deserted area, and it was luck that the HiveWings were looking away. Weevil did not want to rely on luck for any longer than he had to. "Quick!" He hissed. "Over here." He crept as quickly as he possibly could behind a row of hedges, not looking back to see if Widow was following him.
They hid behind the hedges, peering through the leaves as HiveWings took to the air. Some were soaring out of the windows of their homes, wings buzzing furiously. Weevil peered at the house behind him just as a large male HiveWing flew out of one of the windows, angling straight towards him.
"Well," He muttered to Widow. "It was nice knowing you. I really hoped to live long enough to say a final goodbye to my bed, but what can you do?"
"Weevil, you idiot. Now is not the time. Run!" She shoved him out of the way just as the mind-controlled HiveWings rammed into her. He could hear buzzing as more approached. He wouldn't be safe here. He could either die with Widow, or he could run. He fled the scene, hopping over bushes and under fences until he found a small nook in the hive wall, and he was certain that he was safe.
Weevil didn't cry, ever. But he had abandoned Widow to a horrible fate, and he hadn't even thought twice. The guilt, the stress, and the sadness weighed on him more than his exhaustion ever could.
Weevil didn't weep, but tears leaked out of his eyes. He was silent and he was shaking, thinking about what just happened and what he had done, and it would be a long time until he stopped. Shame overtook him, and he collapsed on the floor in sorrow.
Weevil curled his tail around himself, he heard the silent drops of his tears. She was gone, Widow was gone. And it was all his fault, his.
His brain immediately buzzed, SILKWING! 
It wasn't his fault, it must have been a SilkWing. His mother was gone because of one of them, so Widow must be because of one too. Rage surged into him, he clenched his talons trying to stop himself from doing something stupid. 
He punched a nice hole in one of the treestuff pilars. His rage didn't dull, so he did it again. His fist and arm went all the way through the pole. He breathed heavily, and used his other talon to dry his tears. 
"Widow will be back with the others when the Hive command is over," he told himself, standing on all fours.  He said it again, over and over and over until it felt like it could be true (no, not cold. It felt like it was true). 
He didn't want Widow to be gone. He couldn't go looking after her now without being chased and likely killed. He could do nothing... Only hope she did come back.
He went home, didn't even eat, just curled up on his bed, but couldn't sleep. All he could do was stay there, his eyes opened wide, staring at the door, hoping the hive command would end soon.
Without realizing, he drifted to sleep. He woke up to sunlight on his face. 
At first, he thought that all the Wasp taking Widow away thing was a nightmare. A terrible, awful nightmare that would linger in the back of his mind forever. He slowly walked to the room she was staying. He knocked once, then twice. There was no reply. He felt like there were dozens of butterflies inside him, tickling his guts. That nightmare couldn't be true, could it?
"Widow?" he called, knocking a few more times. He opened the door. The room was empty. And by the looks of it, she hadn't even been there that night. He felt tears running down his snout.
He stared outside. He could only see a couple SilkWings. The rest of the Hive seemed deserted, as if all the other HiveWings had died overnight. But, since that couldn't possibly be true, it must mean Wasp still had control of them all. Weevil felt sorry for the others. They barely had time to sleep, and there was the Queen, ignoring everyone's searing muscles and leading them in a pointless, useless chase. Maybe Widow was with the others... And would get freed as soon as Wasp freed everybody else... Or maybe Wasp had made march herself to Cicada Hive's dungeons. He had seen Wasp do that before...
Weevil calmed down, and opened his door to peer out. There seemed to be nobody looking... The SilkWings seemed too busy with their duties to pay attention. Maybe he could walk to the Dungeons unnoticed... Or just place something over his eyes before going out. He walked to his wardrobe, took a nice green and golden silk scarf, and wrapped it neatly around his horns. The loose ends would keep somebody from having a too close of a look... Or so he hoped.
== Chapter Where Weevil Meets Silkworm. ==
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Weevil and Helgramite made quite a few dragons open way to them with their fight. Both were playing it dirty, trying to get a hold of each other's ears or aiming for blows bellow the belt.
Due to a lucky strike, Weevil managed to spin Helgramite down, holding his forewings. He seemed to be struggling to get away from his grip. Weevil gave an internal smile and arched his tail backwards, readying the stinger.
Helgramite was not dumb and struggled a LOT harder when he noticed Weevil's plans.
Weevil brought his stinger down, full force, ready to stab his supervisor. And felt happy about it.
Helgramite trashed in all directions, flared his four wings, and then, somehow, he succeed on rolling to the side, and out of Weevil's grip.
Weevil's stinger missed the target by a couple inches, and hit the hard, rock the platting of the Hive ground floor. Just like that, his stinger splintered. The sudden impact and sharp, searing pain made him wince, and distracted him long enough to Helgramite aim to give him a good uppercut. Weevil saw stars and heard the birdies as he was flung backwards. His knees just gave in, and he collapsed on the floor, soon seeing blackness.
The first thing he wondered was why he hurt so much. Then the memories of the fight started coming back to him. He regretted his choice bitterly. He heard a few dragons whispering.
“Do you think he is waking up? I think I saw his ear move...” a voice uttered. Weevil tried his best to just spring up and snarl at anybody who's too close, but his legs decided they wouldn't comply.
"See? I think he is indeed waking up. Silkworm, maybe you should let him be...like... NOW, before he opens his eyes and gets mad at you," the same dragon said.
"Well... I think even Hivewings know they shouldn't pay good with evil," another voice muttered, a male one. “Just... I think it's better than just let, him... you know? Knocked out in the middle of the street... he would be in trouble if his boss... or Lady Cicada... Or any other Lady... or Queen Wasp,” the voice said again.
Weevil's head was beginning to clear, and now he could also hear the crowd walking by. At first, he was a little afraid to what scene he would wake up to, but decided that didn't matter. There was NO WAY he could feel more embarrassed than what he already was. He slowly opened his eyes.
His vision was blurry at first, but soon it focused: he was still on the floor, right where he collapsed, surrounded by Silkwings. One of them, a white one, was gently holding Weevil's legs and tail up (to provide blood supply to his brain and make him regain conscience faster. He knew that. All Hivewings guards go through first aid training. But he was a bit surprised a SilkWing knew that).
"See? I told you it would be fine..." the white silkwing said, gently placing Weevil's legs and tail back on the floor.
Weevil tried to get up, but just fell again. As he prepared to re-try, the Silkwing streched a talon towards him.
"I do NOT need your help," Weevil told the Silkwing, snarling, and pushing his talon back.
"..." He said, or tried to say, changing his mind at the last moment for some reason. Then just took a step away.
Weevil tried to get up again, and this time, he was able to keep balance but had to keep his legs and arms all splayed up as if he was a deer to keep standing.
((Now here is a huge gap, in Which Silkworm takes Weevil somewhere. that has a bath tub and Epsom Salt. Somebody needs to fill this part in...))
Weevil felt almost immediate relief from entering the warm water of the bathtub. He just stayed there, lazying around. Thinking about life. About Widow, and if Wasp had released her already or if she was in a dungeon, waiting to be executed. He brushed the thought away. Then thought about this Silkwing. Like all others, he seemed to be a spineless and obedient worm, but different from all others, was not afraid of offering his help to Weevil.
That made him think about the way he had treated the Silkwing earlier.
His mother that taught him well not to pay good with evil. His mother. How he missed her, even all these years after. He just wanted to snuggle her, hug her, eat the marvellous food she used to make...
He sighed, then turned around the bath tub.
The Epsom salt was working its magic. He could barely feel the bruises now. Weevil just felt better and more relaxed overall. Soon, it began to get dark. At first, he thought that the flamesilk lamp on the bathroom was covered by some sheets to keep it from hurting one's eyes, but now he could clearly see there was no light bulb. Well, the darkness didn't forbid Weevil from staying soaked for a while longer. He just got out of the tub when the water got a little too cold, and was a bit TOO DARK to keep on that room without a lamp. So, he dried himself up and walked out the door.
To his surprise, the rest of the house was also dark. The only light source seemed to come from other house's lanterns trough the windows. The smell of food cough this nose and he walked to the kitcthen to see the white Silkwing standing near a pot, stirring whatever was in it.
"So...what do we have?” Weevil asked, waking in into the kitchen.
"Uh. Carrot soup," Silkworm said, stirring the pot.
Weevil opened a drawer. There were two sweet potatoes there and an onion.
“So...ONLY carrots? Isn 't that soup is usually served with salads? Or sandwiches?” He protested while opening a few cupboard doors. Most were empty, and, but he eventually found an okra and green beans sack and a piece of ginger that looked like it was being saved for something special. He closed the door and kept looking around. This place SURE needs an improvement...
“Sorry sir, I have no meat here. But carrots...aand other veggies...taste great...why, uh, why you don't give it a try? " He mumbled, looking at Weevil with his huge yellow and sad eyes, his silhouette glowing in the low light.
"Get ready. We are going out. Hurry, if we are to get something open."
"Going...out? To where?" He asked, shocked, bumping into the pot and almost spilling its contents on the floor.
“To the market. Buy some PROPER things to cook some PROPER food," Weevil said, rolling his eyes, as if that was obvious. The Silkwing blinked at him once, then twice.
“But I...” He began, but Weevil promptly didn't let him finish.
“We won't buy meat. Just get ready for us to go. Hurry,” he said, walking back into the dark corridors of the house. As he was walking in, he wondered if the Silkwing was planning on saying, "But I have no money”, instead of, "But I'm vegetarian,” as he assumed he was going to. Well, this Silkwing helped him. A lot. He should do a good deed back to him, too.
Veggies were "low rank" food, so inexpensive in Hivewing standards. As always, nobody expected HIM to do good things, and by the way things were going his way, he sure was in debt with Clearsight's spirit. So he might as well do something good for a change.
As Weevil was getting the vegtables, the shopkeeper reckognized him. "Weevil, why are you buying such low-ranked food?" the shopkeeper asked.
"I wondered what vegtables with meat tastes like," Weevil lied.
"OK, that'll be 5 scales," the shopkeeper said, nodding towards the 5 pounds of vegtables. Weevil paid and left. 
When he went back to Silkworm's house, Weevil put down the vegtables. This is a shack! I want to get out of here and into something that ISN'T a shack VERY soon. Maybe even Silkworm can be my servant, who will be paid, instead of having to work without pay.
"Thank you, Weevil," Silkworm said, "I very appreciate it."
As they ate, Weevil's thoughts were whirling with what just happened. I left Widow to be captured! The sad part of him said in his mind. The rational part, the one he should listen to, said, She told us to run! It's not like we had any choice! Silkworm noticed how crestfallen Weevil was and said, "We'll save her, don't worry."
"Her name is Widow, and we CAN'T save her because even if we leave now, Queen Wasp could've executed her by the time we reach Wasp Hive!" Weevil said mournfully.
"Who says she has to be in Wasp Hive?" Silkworm asked, the idea almost bringing a smile to his face. "I know some dragons who might be able to help you."
"Who?" Weevil asked.
"Have you ever heard of the Chrysalis?" Silkworm asked.
Weevil wrinkled his snout. "No," He snorted. "And with that name, I'll say it's some sort of "SilkWing Rebelion," he said, then laughed. "As if your tribe could do such a thing. . If it exists, it is USELESS," He mocked.
Silkworm looked ofended. He blinked. "You know... This Willow... That you said got captured by Queen Wasp unfairly...Was she really your friend, or just a poor unfortunate soul that was obligated to follow you around? You sure seems to like her, since you want to go there reason with the Queen..."
"Reason with her? NO. I have NO PLANS on reasoning with our Queen. If I EVER have have to reason with Wasp, I will do so by ripping her eyes out and feeding it to her, so she can see me tearing her open and pulling her guts out," Weevil said. Silkworm looked horrified. "Second, it's not Wil-LOW. It's Wi-DOW. As in-" Weevil was interrupted by Silkworm, who promptly jumped on the table. 
"AS IN THE SPIDER? THE RED BACK SPIDER? WIDOW IS A HIVEWING?!" Silkworm said, his eyes wide. Weevil was to reply Yes. She is, what were you thinking, you numbskull?" But then Silkworm face palmed and grabbed his antennas and pulled them in a  way  Weevil was sure it hurt. 
"Why am I such an idiot... Of course she is a HiveWing. Otherwise, why bother going there, right?"  Silkworm lamented, wrapping himself with his gorgeous wings, then sat back down and resumed eating. "But you know...I'm still interested on this Chrysalis thing you  were talking about...What about completing what you begin and taking me there?" Weevil said. Silkworm just looked at him with huge eyes. 
"...Better not... I think I was mistaken about the meeting today and..."
"And why not?" Weevil said, trying to look imposing. Silkworm's eyes just darted to the floor, then to the wall behind, then back at Weevil. The Hivewing turned back to the wall, and saw his guard helmet and spear just there. 
"Oooo, are guards not supposed to know about that? Now I REALLY want you to take me there. It's an ORDER," Weevil barked, and Silkworm just slowly closed his eyes and flinched. 
Both finished dinner in silence. A couple hours went by, when Weevil noticed Silkworm trying to sneak out of the house. So he promptly called the Silkwing back and said he was going with him. Now he was getting ready."Urm... Sir...Why are you going to wear you guard gear?" Silkworm asked, as he headed to the door. ''To be easier to save your sorry tail if something goes wrong. And giving that you SILKWINGS planing  something, something is GONNA GO WRONG, because you guys are all useless in planning, he thought. 
"No particular reason. Just to scare off a few spineless worms..." he replied, rudely as always.  Silkworm looked down for a few a seconds, but said nothing. When Weevil finished taking the protector cap of his lance, they left. It was late, and the streets were calm the empty. The playgrounds looked like scary skeletons, and the guards on night patrol seemed utterly bored. 
Silkworm led him a few levels down. Soon, a guard barred then at a door.
"Just accompanying him," Weevil said. The other guard didn't seem to need much more an explanation. 
" You sure has come here this late often..." the guard said, then looked at  Weevil behind Silkworm, seemed to think a bit more, and let both of them go. 
"I... Don't think that you have this meeting of yours at place always, right?" Weevil whispered. 
"Er... We... Do. To keep easier to everyone to get there... you know...? but we always keep the key in a different place. " Silkworm explained looking Weevil in the eyes, then looking down. 
"No way you just told me that..." he retorted. Soon, they were taking turns right and left, through the beautifully painted tunnels, till they got to the Salvation Garden. He could see two Silkwings there, hardly, though. Very far in. 
Weevil was expecting some sort secret code, or an ultra hidden key, but nope. Silkworm just pushed the gate open. just like that. It was flipping OPEN. 
"Why is it open..?" Weevil asked, surprised. 
"Because a SilkWing already arrived.. So there would be no need to hide the key again... And the last one to enter would have no way to hide the key and keep inside, so... We just leave it open," Silkworm explained. Weevil just wrinkled his snout, and felt like bashing his skull open on the wall. This SilkWing HAD TO BE TELLING A LIE. They couldn't be THIS NAIVE, could they? Silkworm was a GROWN DRAGON. An ADULT. There was NO WAY that was true. Except that.... It was. 
"I'm surprised you actually brought me here" Weevil said, breathing in the fresh air of the garden. 
"What else was I supposed to do?" Silkworm said, a bit indignantly. 
"You could have lied. And led me to the wrong place. But no. You brought me here..." 
"Lied to you?! You would stab me!" he protested. Weevil, by the tenth time that day, rued his broken tail stinger. 
"Not if I never found out. You could have led me somewhere else and said "Sorry, apparently everybody else got barred by guards due to our unusual activity." Or "Urm... I think everybody had a busy day at work, so nobody seems to be showing up." or any other thing like that. You, for some reason, are very convincing. I probably would have believed you," Weevil said, then looked at the two SilkWings in the field, their wings glittering under the moonlight. 
"But instead, you led me right here, to the only place I was not supposed to be. So is either much naiveness or much dumbness, but since you are a SilkWing, I will say it's a good mix of both,"  Weevil said, as he prepared to enter the garden. Or too much faith in others... his mind added. 
"Why would I want to trick you? It wouldn't really benefit me to trick you and lead you into the wrong place. Come on. I should go first, because they will freak out when they see you, 'cause you are a HiveWing." 
"Right, Captain Obvious. But you know. Leading me here, can result on me telling the Queen, and you on you all getting hanged. So yes, that is good enought of a reason to trick me. But I guess you SilkWings are just too naive..." Weevil muttered. He and Silkworm went in a few steps, then Weevil stopped by a rock.
"Silkworm said. Silkworm went in, and then gave Weevil the OK to go in. "SILKWORM! Why did you bring a HIVEWING into the Chrysalis? Are you an idiot? Wasp could control him whenever she wanted and then we would be discovered!" an amber and brown SilkWing said.
"This is Weevil. He needs help. His friend was captured and he demands that he needs his friend back." Silkworm said.
"Fine. I'll have to believe you. I am Amber, it's pretty easy to tell because my coloring is EXACTLY like my name would suggest. This is my sister Violet, also named exactly as her coloring." Amber pointed to a purple SilkWing that must be Violet, "and that... is Tiger." she said, pointing to a orange and brown striped SilkWing. "Then there is Firesky," Amber looked at a red and orange SilkWing who waved at Weevil, "and Iris." 
"Silkworm, are are all Silkwings just plain dumb like that of go trusting everybody they see, or just the wingless ones?" he asked, intentionality a bit too loud.
"Amber, you know how much I like to introduce myself!" Violet complained.
"AMBER! DID I EVER TELL YOU THAT YOU COULD TELL A RANDOM HIVEWING MY NAME?! NO! SO DON'T!" Tiger yelled.
"Tiger is a bit firey, I sometimes think he likes to yell all the time. He gets on Misbehaver's Way a lot," Amber said.
I believe that.
"Greetings, you never told me your name." Firesky said to Weevil. It looked like he was calculating Weevil's every move.
"Hello. I'm Weevil, and you WILL help me get Widow back." Weevil said, ordering everyone there. 
"Hmmm. Fiting name for a HiveWing. Evil, but with W to sound fancy," Tiger said.
"Yes. On other hand, your name is Ironic. Tiger, as in tiger moths. All tiger moths strive to copy wasps, in the same way that you seem to strive to look as powerfull as HiveWings are" Weevil said, then stared right into Tiger's eyes. The SilkWing stared back. Both were waiting to see who would give up staring first. It was a tie.
"Hi." Iris said shyly.
Iris came into the light and Weevil could see that she was mint green with iridencent drops of light blue. "So, what's the plan to get Widow back?" Weevil asked. 
"Who said we'd jump to help you when we haven't even known you for a day?" Tiger said defiantly.
"Because I could get you on Misbehaver's Way," Weevil replied.
"Misbehaver's Way stopped scaring me after the 15th time I went there. You can send me there, but then I will NEVER help you," Tiger said, defiantly.
== Chapter Which Weevil and Silkworm get to Bloodworm Hive==
((Not spell checked Cuz. Sorry guys. I just REALLY wanted to post this... but had no time to fix))
"Lady Jewel had the right to fill hers with crazy modern art, sparkles and crazy lamps, Lady Mantis' Hive is basicaly a library, some of the books there are even CHAINED TO WALLS to guarante no other Hive gets them, Queen Wasp filled her hive with statues, paintings and posters of herself. So It's fair that Lady Bloodworm can fill her Hive with what she likes... And she likes animals,"  Weevil said sternly to Silkworm.
"Stuffed, dead, weird creepy animals... AND DRAGONS!"
"Dragons are animals," Weevil said.
 
"No, we are not. we are DRAGONS," Silkworm argued
"Okay, so what are you? A plant? A Fungus? Algae?" Weevil teased.
"I told you. I am a dragon," he said.
"I think your Silkwing brain does not get the it..." Weevil said, jokinly. Many HiveWings seemed to ALSO not understand that...
As they go to Bloodworm Hive, Weevil notices a problem. "Doesn't Lady Bloodworm only let registered dragons in to keep the troublemakers out of her hive?" he asked.
"I don't know, never been there," Silkworm replied.
Sure enough, the guard wouldn't let them into the Hive.
"Sorry. Lady Bloodworm does not allow other Hive visitors without being registered and their visit aproved. She wants to keep the other Hives' misbehaviours out," she said, keeping her composture.
Weevil breathed then tried to pick the lock with his claws. The rather absurd round keyway kept that from happening. 
"Thank you..." he said to the SilkWing. The green dragon just looked at him, and seemed about to brust into tears.
"It's I that must thank you... It's so good to be without it..." she said, then moved her wrist around, and started rolling on the grass, and smiling. "Thank you, thank you!"
Weevil had a good look at the open bracelet. It  reminded him of a snake, a green mamba, ready to lacht on his arm and never let go. 
He eyed Silkworm's silver bracelet. "You have had to wear yours throughout your while life, right..." 
"Right" Silkworm said, with a bit of sadness. "This might allow us to get in... But... What if have  check our bracelets? Won't they notice you're wearing a Silkwing's one?" he added.
"I read about the difference of Bloodworm Hive's Silkwing and Hivewing's bracelets. It's mostly in the color, .and the Checkpoints are checked by the numbers of gems in it. Any writting is kept on the inside of the bracelet, to hide it. It looks just like and anklet of sorts... So if you don't know what to look for when you at one this on a HiveWing, will look like just like another piece of jewlery" Weevil explained.  "But they also have needles with anesthesics in them..." He decided to add, but regreted it as soon as he saw Silkworm sort of panic.
"So. You. Are. Telling me. There is. A. Needle on this thing. " he said, shaking his arm.
"Yes," he just said coldly.
"Haha. I see that somebody didn't pay attention on chemestry class" Weevil teased, using a wing to give Silkworm a not so light hit on the head.
The SilkWing rubed the back of his head for a bit. "I'm pretty sure those guards were wearing GOLD bracelets, not silver.  What you want to do is not chemestry. It's alchemy, and that is NOT possible."
Weevil just snorted. "Do you really think the Queen would waste her precious silver on SilkWing bracelets? No," he said, then laughed. "Do you know what pre-metamorphosis Silkwing's bracelets are made of?"
"Copper," Silkworm answered, spot on.
"Exactly. So are the the ones of the winged Silkwings."
"Weevil, it can't be. They're silver" 
"Haha, no. They coat it in zinc, to make it LOOK silver. And that is good for us." he said, as he scared some SilkWings off the webs with his walking, and held the bracelet at the end of his spear, just under a a flamesilk lamp. 
"How is burning a bracelet, and probably the WHOLE BRIDGE is good for us?" Silkworm asked, in alarm.
"Hmmm.... I see that the Queen doesn't invest much on SilkWing education, I'm surprised you know how to read..." Weevil said, as he carefully wathced the bracelet's writings melt into itself. A while later, it began to slowly turn golden.  Weevil (carefuly, to not burn the silk bridge down) took it away from the lamp. It was a solid gold color. But had no gems in it, and there was was nothing he could do about that.
"I can't belive my eyes...Is this really gold?" Silkworm said, blinking a few times, then streched a talon to touch it. Weevil quickly moved the spear out of his college's way. "Careful, numbskull! It's hot!" he barked, making Silkworm jump back.
"And no, Silkworm. This is not gold. It's brass. This is what happens when you melt Zinc and copper into one. This is sorta interesting. All the flamesilk and SilkWings who work cleaning the lanterns have gold-looking bracelets because of this. The heat made the copper and zinc melt into one," Weevil explained.
((gap))
 Silkworm closed the bracelet on Weevil's arm. That hurt. That really hurt. Weevil had been bitten by a green mamba one day,  when he was just marching around the savanah with a patrol. He just happened to not see the bright green blob on the tall grass and steped on it. The green mamba just took its time to hiss, then bite him full force, makimg him jump in fright over and over, and sending all the other guards flying, afraid that it might be a dragonbite viper.  Thankfully, green mambas can't inject a enough vemon to kill an adult dragon, so other than the shock, he was fine. But this bracelet was able to make him flinch in pain.
"Ow. Be more careful, Silkworm. That hurts. Does it hurt this much for your bracelets?" Weevil asked, then regreted asking it. He had taken that bracelet from a SilkWing. So obviously, Silkworm's one would be the exact same. 
"Yes. It does." Silkworm said coldly. " Good thing that once we have them on, we never take them off again." 
They got past the checkpoint with little suspicion, but then they stumble upon the walls that Lady Bloodworm had taken the pleasure to decorate. They were full of odd-looking dragons, insects, and animals. Silkworm flinched. "Yikes. Lady Bloodworm certainly likes her obsession..." Weevil said.
"Uh huh." Silkworm mumbled.
== Chapter Whatever (where Weevil met Blossom after Widow was gone) ==
((Written by Blossom. Feel free to edit/add new paragraphs, but don't twist the plot a lot))
((Here is Egg. I removed this chapter from the Quarentene.Yay. ))
Suddenly, when Weevil was glancing back to check if the HiveWings were following him, he felt talons wrap around his snout and pull him into a dark street.
“Shhh,” his rescuer whispered and released his snout. “Follow me and don’t do anything.”
Weevil knew that it was his only chance to survive, so he followed his rescuer through the dark street silently. He didn’t recognize the streets. Finally, after several twists and turns, they emerged into a bright light and went into a cave. There, he saw his rescuer.
She had a long, graceful neck and long horns, and has a long, slender tail with a light pink leaf-shaped thing at the tip. She is mint and moss green all over, and her wings were pink at the center, which fades to light purple, than to bright red, then back to green. Her wings were huge and shaped like two leaves.
His rescuer was a LeafWing.
“Are . . . are you a L-L-Leaf —” he stammered.
The LeafWing grinned. “Yes, I am,” she interrupted. “Follow me. They might find us here.”
She turned to leave, but Weevil stayed where he was, his talons glued to the ground.
“If you want to stay here and die, then it’s fine with me,” she snapped, glancing back at him and started to leave.
“Wait!” Weevil gasped, running after her and caught up. “Who are you? Where do you live?”
“Not now,” she hissed.
As Weevil silently walked into the cave with the mysterious leafwing, he keener his ears and he swore he heard noises farther in.
Soon, he emerged into a larger, probably cut-out room. Inside of the room were a couple of SilkWings, and 2 HiveWings.
Weevil stood there, dumbfounded. The two HiveWings were talking to each other but turned to him when he walked in.
One was a girl and the other was a boy. The girl was a dark red with large black spots covering a good amount of her body. While the boy was the same shade of red as the other HiveWing, but with black around his eyes and on his talons.
Weevil suspected they were siblings
== == Chapter of the heroic breakdown== ==
((Egg here. This was written by a friend. Tweaked by me. The idea here is that Weevil and Silkworm ((and Blossom, but she is hiding ))made it to Blooworm's palace? on this scene... Only for the guards to tell Weevil that Widow was dead.))
Weevil didn't know what to do. She COULDN'T be dead, could she? Did he really just shove his friend death's arms? How could he be so cruel? So selfish, so useless as always. She wasn't. Couldn't be. They were where just saying this to be horrible. They had to be.
"YOU LIE!" Weevil barked, his snout wet with tears. "IT CAN'T BE! NO! NOT LIKE THIS! NOT NOW! NOT IN A THOUSAND YEARS!" he yelled, then tried to thrush himself agnist the Palace Guards. They held him securely in place. Weevil trashed out and about, and even tried to sting them both, but didn't work. They just threw him away from the palace's doors. No matter how many times he tried, or how much he yelled, how he tried, it just ended with him being thrown out of palace again. And again. Till... Weevil no longer had the energy to get up and try anymore. He just didn't. He just. 
He rose to his legs, and panted towards the guards for a bit. Both had pitiful looks in their eyes. 
He just looked at Silkworm. Didn't utter a word. Just limped his way back down through the hive floors. Silkworm followed, in silence, his head low. He seemed to have no words. But neither did Weevil. 
"She's dead. Nothing else we or I can do. Clearsight has her now"   He said to Blossom, without giving the Leafwing a glance. Just walked the way he did come. 
"Weevil... Are you sure?" 
He didn't reply. He didn't want to. he just wanted to be there and observe the vast endless savannah and belive Widow was is a better place and that none of this was his fault and that he hated Wasp and would have her head one day. 
"Did you... See her?" Blossom asked again, in a calm, caring voice. Weevil just sprang to his legs, raising his tail high, ready to sting.
"NO! I DIDN'T SEE THE BODY, BLOSSOM. NO. BUT I'm sure Widow is a nice stuffed statue somewhere by now. Nothing can ever bring her back. Not even the Ice Dragon's Magic" Weevil said, as  tears ran down his snouts lots. Lots and lots and lots of them. Soon, he was all waped up on his and talons, crying his heart out.
"Look... Weevil... This..." Blossom said, then used a talon to pat him on the back. "A Wise Queen once told me to never, ever, ever, let someone tell you someone died, and not let you see the body. That usually means something is up" She said. Her scales felt very warm, even though it was cold. Really cold outside. It must be nice to able to gather energy from the sun like that. He didn't reply. 
"It's just... Weevil. Look...You came all the way here... You endured so many things found some good, some bad, some even unimaginable things...Never ever letting someone tell you what to do, or what to be, breaking all rules in your way. I say... You should at least be sure. Like... Really sure. Maybe they saw Bloodworm have a look at your friend, but didn't see the outcome" 
"Look... It's... Really... Really important that you do make sure. Something... Bad... 
Might happen to this place tonight... And... If... your friend still alive... " 
"What sort of bad thing?" Weevil asked, even tho he wasn't that focused. 
"...This place...Is...Going to be brought down" Blossom said. Took a minute. but then words registered. This place... This HIVE was going to be brought down. That was what Blossom was saying. That explained the Silkwings. That explained they all just going out like that. That was probably the chrysalis plan. That meant Silkworm knew. Thst was why he was so eager to get out. HE KNEW. And he SAID NOTHING.  At this moment, Weevil slowly got up, and eyed Silkworm. The Silkwing seemed about to jump out into the open and fly away, but Weevil pounced first, pinning the beautiful dragon to floor  by the wings. 
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME! IF HE HAD TO STAY HERE FOR ONE MORE NIGHT, WOULD LET ME AND BLOSSOM SLEEP WHILE YOU JUST CREPT AWAY TO SOMEHWERE ELSE?!" Weevil roared, then used his tail stinger to poke a nice a hole on the treesruff floor right beside Silworm's head, making him swallow hard.  He readied his tail stinger again, arching his back nicely, and intended to not miss this time. 
Then, Blossom stretched her thick, leaf-shaped wing right on his face, making him look at her. 
"Weevil!  Stop! He is not to blame! Neither am I! Look, Weevil. The Leafwing in charge of our mission, told EVERYBODY to not do so. To  CANCEL IT, by whatever reason. The Hivewing that is with her proved something really important. I tried to argue against it too, but the  leaders of our tribe have other plans. The leader of this mission is strong-willed, and usually gets what she wants from her parents. But we don't know. They might bring the place down, or they might listen to brains in their family and not do so... But, if your friend... Or you... Are here when it happens... I don't think you will be able to get out"
"...No, not with our stupid Queen. She will send everyone here, to see what's the problem, instead of being smart and taking all the hivewings OUT OF THE HIVE " Weevil said, then started making his way back to the palace. Flying this time. He had no time to sulk around. Maybe, just maybe... Widow was still alive. And if there was small chance, it meant he wasn't giving up just yet. He had hope. HOPE. He was filled with it. From his snout to the tip of his tail, the edge of his wings, even his guard helmet was filled with hope. 
== == Chapter of betrail yay == == 
"WAIT!" Silkworm yelled, almost smashing himself against the door to prevent Weevil from going out. Even tho Weevil could just trample all over him and go out if he REALLY wanted to, and go out regardless. 
"Silkworm... We are a bit of hurry. We may get to the Leafwings in time, and maybe, hopefully, they will have a look at this books and old scrolls and things and stop this madness!" 
"I... Urm. Er..." Silkworm said, twitching his antennas nervously. Weevil sank his claws on the floor due to impatience. 
"I... Don't want to stay here alone and all and... urm" Silkworm tried to say. 
"Widow is here with you. You are just waiting for her to able to able to get up, then you two get out, and we meet under the Silkbridge if all goes right" Weevil said. "BUT. I would prefer VERY MUCH if you went with Blossom instead of me. Because one: The Leafwings  will be much more receptive of you than of me, Two: If Widow doesn't show up with you under the bridge, I will personally snap your neck, and I'm sure you won't appreciate that very much" Weevil said. He saw some sort of weird expression on Silkworm's huge yellow eyes. He was just not sure wich one it was. It seemed to look wrong on a Silkwing...Could it be despise? Or..Disdain? 
"Erm...Blossom.. In your pouch of deadly things... Is there something... Anything that I can use and that I won't kill myself with? ...Just... In case?" Silkworm said, turning his gaze to the Leafwing. Weevil resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and just took a few steps back so Blossom could approach. 
"Something that you can use... That won't bite you, poison you, sting you, or worse..." She said while browsing thought her pouches. She took out a jar filled with fire ants. "Not this..." She said, then took another one, with a centipede, out "And definitely NOT this one..." She grumbled. After a minute or so, she took out one white flower.
 "I think this will do" Blossom said, handing Silkworm the flower. " just try to shove this into whoever-you-need-to's nose and crumple it. It should make them pass out. JUST DON'T BE DUMB, and don't keep your head too close when you do that. You don't want ro be inhaling any of its nasty powders." Blossom explained. Silkworm nodded in thanks, then proceeded to give few steps back inside the room. 
Weevil waited while Blossom walked up to him, and they both readied to leave. As he was about to open the door, Silkworm just cut in front of him, wings spread wide, making both Weevil and Blossom jump back and get momentarily stunned by the beautiful pattern on his wings. 
Weevil blinked and shook his head to clear his mind. Then, he realised Silkworm was holding that strange little flower a tad too close to both his and Blossom snout's. Weevil arched his tail the best that he could then lunged forward at about the same moment Silkworm squeezed the flower, releasing a fine white mist in the air. 
Weevil instantly felt light-headed, and his vision went dark. But... he heard a  terrible, spine chilling roar, and then he realized his stinger must have  hit a soft spot. Then, bit by bit, his conscience drifted away. 
== Chapter Where our Twist Villain show their true colors ==
((Egg here. So. This was written by a irl friend of mine that does not have a fandom account (nor intends to create one XD)) It's free for editing tho. I didn't post everything my friend wrote and edited a thing or two ((cuz it was like... 2 pages of drama dialogue and monologue XD. So I placed ((gap)) where...Well. There is a gap. XD. ))
Weevil woke up to a faint smell of smoke, and a rather bad headache. At first, his vision was very unfocused. A few minutes later, when he could see it clear, he turned his head to the side, and his heart missed a beat. Widow was there. Alive, breathing, with the legs, wings, and tail pinned to the floor silk, and her snout tied up. Her eyes were huge, and she looked absolutely terrified. He tried to get to her, just to find out that, his legs and wings too, were bound by silk. He looked to the other side. Silkworm was there, just finishing tieing Blossom, who also seemed to be just waking up, and seemed about as confused as he was. 
Weevil rubbed his snout on the floor, till he was able to get rid of the silk gag.  "You want to see this place go down, don't you?" He snarled at Silkworm. The Silkwing stopped what he was doing, and stiffly turned to him. 
Weevil had to hold hard to not wince. Silkworm's face was ruined. Well. Half of it. His right eye was gone. A good chunk of his face and neck were stained by blood. His right underlip was lifted in an unnatural way, exposing his teeth. That was some serious damage he had caused. 
"You don't seem very guilty from what you did to your "friend". But that must have everything do with me being a Silkwing, right? " Silkworm said, walking closer, slowly and somewhat in funny way.
Weevil had seen Hivewings leave Misbehaviour's Way like that before, when the paralyzing venom is still wearing off, so they are stiff and awfully sore, but can mostly move. Silkwings, on other hand, seemed to wait till they could have full movement again.
He snarled at the Silkworm, and readied a witty reply, but then the entire Hive shook, vibrations went up the walls and wood creaked. Then, something snapped loudly, and the Hive tipped to the side, like a broken water tower, making the books and vials fall off the shelves, Silkworm slide on the smooth treestuff floor and hit a wall. 
Weevil was sure he heard dragons yelling... And some of those yells seemed to be Silkwings... And... Were his senses pranking him... or the room had gotten hotter, and the smell of smoke stronger?  
((GAP))  
"Aw, Weevil..." Silkworm said, backing off. "You were the closest that I ever got to a HiveWing with a soul... Not that you have any." 
"Silkworm...What... Why..." 
((gap))
"But... ARG. And I thought that you-" Weevil began, before Silkworm promptly cut him off. 
"...You thought what? That I was your friend? You should very well known that there is no such thing as friendship between Hivewings and SilkWings."
"Bold of you to assume I was going to say friend!"  Weevil barked, pulling the chains forward. 
"What were you going to say, then?" Silkworm asked, stopping, and siting in front of Weevil. 
"That I thought you ((witty line goes here. This wiki can't handle the original line XD))"
((gap))
"Know the problem, Silkworm? I kept you too far, and Blossom too close," Weevil said, gritting teeth. 
"Hmmm... As the old saying goes: Keep your friends close... And your enemies even closer," Silkworm said, pacing around the room, his antenna twitching. 
"Yes. Too bad I mistook one for the other," Weevil added, making Silkworm chuckle a bit.
"You HiveWings. Always thinking you're so great and smart and everything... Always thinking you're one step ahead of us... Why? Because nature gave you stabby poisons bits? That only proves you all are just uncivilized and aggressive. Which you are." Silkworm stepped heavily on Weevil's tail tip, making him wince and close his eyes hard. 
((Small, three line gap))
"Do you mind if I ask the colour of the pretty stars that you are seeing?"
"...They are green... The color of envy..." Weevil snarled. "If you fancy seeing some too, just untie me."  
"Envy... What makes you think that I envy dragons like you? Is it your blinding charisma? Maybe your money? Know, Weevil, that I most certainly DO NOT. You guys are always: 'Ooo, look, a poor miserable SilkWing! Oh no! There is a low-class Silkwing in my store! Sales are ruined forever now!'" Silkworm said, pacing overdramatically over the place. "You guys don't deserve envy. There no point on envying loathsome creatures like you." 
"And YOU guys don't deserve ANY Empathy or sympathy! Always with your sad faces, pretty butterfly wings! Charming the world with your beauty and blinding them with yours whinny speeches. Always thinking that you can do no bad, always doing NOTHING AT ALL AND BLAMING OTHERS FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO CHANGE THE SITUATION YOU ARE IN! Both Hivewings and Silkwings are descendants from the same tribe. You know the difference between us, Silkworm? Hivewings fight for what they think is right. You may not see it, but because you don't see it, doesn't mean it doesn't happen. You call yourselves pacifists. Guess what? YOU'RE NOT! Pacifists don't use violence, but they fight regardless! You just do nothing. You just think how miserable you are, how the world is against you and your ways! And then, you blame the rest of the world for your misery that is result from your own doing! You are cowards. That's what SILKWINGS LIKE YOU make the others think of your tribe. That you are whinny cowards,"  Weevil snapped. 
"And all HiveWngs are mean, violent, entitled, rich spoiled brats, that, like wasps, have no regard for others!"
"You must have gotten an F in biology. Wasps are as good pollinators as bees. They even produce honey. But their honey is bitter, so other animals don't get their hands on it. That's why the world see wasps as "mean" and "evil" because they don't bend to other wishes. Wasps don't simply let you get their honey, that they NEED. And because you WANT IT, but don't NEED IT, they are mean when they sting you. They are mean YOU get too close to their food source. Wasps aren't to blame. Hivewings are the Wasps of dragon world, and we aren't to blame for all the evil that happens. Find another tribe to blame. Maybe one that like the like the shadows and night. Afterall, if there is something rhat dragons seem to hate more than wasps, is darkness"
Silkworm snarled. He flicked his tail angrily. “I don’t care. HiveWings...aren’t even supposed to exist anyways, remember? Ever-so-precious Clearsight came along and made you abominations of nature exist. So...your not supposed to exist invasive-excuse-of-a-hybrid... that’s why the less of you there are the better...” he shot some silk at his tail, keeping it pinned. Silkworm would bring his head close to Weevil’s. “You dirty sky rat, I’m going to pin as many HiveWings into this dieing hive as possible...even if it brings me down too...-” “YOU CANT DO THIS! All those innocent lives!” Cried Blossom , struggling to break free
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