Secrets of the Past (Sunset the Rainwing 13)

this is such a mess. Want to help? Visit my wall to *ask*. Please, I cannot bear this monstrosity. 
== My fanfic introduction ==
Hey y'all! this set 40 years after book 15, with a special new winglet. Please don't edit! Put suggestions in the comments pls. 
I wrote this entire thing at like 11 at night while listening to the Hamilton soundtrack on repeat XD 
==== Attention: ====
In Part 1, there are six POV's. In Part 2, there are 3 POV's. Since that might get confusing, after those first two chapters/sections/etc, I'll mainly focus on Sunset, Spireclaw, Rain, Banana, Celestial, and Myth, with some interjections by Lynn. 
==== Character pages: (SPOILER WARNING SPOILER WARNING) ====
All these character pages (except for Sunset's) are heavily wip. Some, I haven't even created yet. 
* Sunset
* Spireclaw
* Holly (no POV)
* Squelch (no POV
* Rain
* Banana 
* Golden (only one POV)
* Bumble (no POV) 
* Peregrine (no POV)
* Iceberg (only one POV)
== Secrets of the Past ==
By: Sunset the RainWing13 
Forty years have passed since Luna, now Queen Luna, defeated the breath of evil. All the dragons you know and love are grown up, with spouses and dragonets. There has been tragedy, as there always is; ten dragonets died one year before they hatched, which Starflight chalked up to a virus. (not a virus, btw.) But for the most part, the two continents are at peace, with some of the most just, longest-lived queens in all of history. 
At JMA, ten dragonets are being pushed together, by fate or the moons above, while in a place long abandoned and mostly forgotten, six dragonets grow stronger and prepare for their great escape. 
== Prophecy ==
Six from five, from legends well known 
Six to ten, they tear the queens down
Six will be crowned
As the ground is stained with blood
But
If you seek through the secrets
And fight the lies
Maybe they will find the forgotten hero inside
Written by PhantomHeroJ 
== PART ONE | Jade Mountain ==
=== Into to Part 1: ===
==== Letter to our ten gloriously noble queens ====
Greetings to you, our noble queens. I am Starflight, resident librarian and teacher at Jade Mountain Academy. Excuse any spelling or punctuation mistakes in my letter for, as many of you may know, I was blinded in the volcanic eruption at the Nightwing's old home over 40 years ago. As so, my fellow teacher Sunny is assisting me in transcribing my letter. 
Hi guys! it's Sunny! Mom, say hi to Sandstorm and Dusty for me! 
Sunny, are you writing something? Anyways. As usual, please provide us with the names of the ten students you will be sending us this semester. We will have 100 students this year, with over a dozen faculty. As well as this, though, I would like to propose a new idea. I understand that many of your dragonets- or granddragonets, or nieces and nephews, or grandnieces and nephews, have reached the age for entry in JMA all at once. For example, Queen Glory, your three granddaughters, Queen Thorn, your two dragonets, and Queen Anemone, Tsunami's granddragonets are all entering this year. In the past, we have tried to separate dragonets who may think that they are 'better' than others, but this year, with your consent, the Silver Winglet will be dedicated to the relations of famous dragons. Please send me a letter detailing which dragonet you would like in this experimental winglet. Thank you for your time. 
Best regards, Starflight of the Nightwings
Starflight, 
My three granddaughters are all ready to go to Jade Mountain. I think Sunset would be the best candidate for your plan, as she is the most outgoing and, well, friendly. And to be clear? If ANYTHING happens to my granddragonets, I will hunt you down and rip your FACE off with MAGIC DEATH SPIT. Oh, right. I forgot that Sunset is technically a Silkwing, since she's 1/4 Rainwing, 1/4 NightWingand 2/4 Silkwing, since my daughter married that ditzy Silkwing. I suppose Banana could be the Rainwing? I respect his mother for raising her own egg, plus she's a teacher there. 
Sincerely, Queen Glory
Starflight, what an interesting idea! While Sandstorm and Dusty are going to JMA next month, I think Moon and Qibli's granddaughter, Golden, (or Goldie,) deserves that spot. She is very clever (like her grandfather, you may recall) and will do well in that environment. 
Queen Thorn 
Thank you for reaching out, Starflight. I suppose my son, Prince Iceberg, could join your strange winglet. He seems to actually prefer the company of other tribes, much more than even I, and as such will do well. My daughters, Glacier and Fox, will also be joining. 
Thank you. - Queen Snowfall 
Starflight the Librarian:
As you know, my own dragonets are adults, but my brother, Prince Cliff, adopted a dragonet named Peregrine who is around the right age. She is less... temperamental than most Skywings, so she should do well, as I have heard rumors that us Skywings have a habit of alienating our peers in other tribes. 
Queen Garnet of the Skywings
Starflight; my dragonets, Violet, Glimmer, and Forest, are all coming, but they could do with a healthy dose of humility, given all the things Swordtail is stuffing in their heads about being princes and princesses. I did hear of a half-SilkWingrelated to Queen Glory living in Pyrrhia who seemed good for this? Ask Glory, she'll know. 
Best wishes, Queen Luna
Starflight
You may know our tribe's customs, and therefore know our families are held together loosely. I probably couldn't pick out my own dragonets in a crowd at this point. However, you may remember Reed, Clay's brother? His four dragonets - Heron, Bog, Squelch, and Puddle - are all ready. Perhaps put Squelch in your winglet? He could use the social experience. 
Queen Mangrove 
Starflight of the Nightwings:
I have not yet had any dragonets, and neither has my brother, but one of the dragonets in my school claims kinship with Moonwatcher. I believe his great-grandmother and Moon's mother were sisters? You may take him. A warning though- he can be very pessimistic and often fakes visions of the future. We think this started when his parents and older sister died in a rockfall several years ago. his name is Spireclaw. 
Yours truly, Queen Shadowstar*
*this is 100% a Warriors name. 
Starflight, as you pointed out, Tsunami's two grandchildren, Rain and Reef, are ready for JMA. I would suggest Rain for your winglet for no reason other than I have a hunch it will do her good. 
Queen Anemone 
Dear Starflight, 
Bumblebee, the dragonet rescued just in time from Queen Wasp's talons by Cricket's brave actions, has a son. His name is Grasshopper, but I believe most dragons call him Bumble, perhaps in honor of his mother?
Queen Raven of the Hivewings
Starflight; I have no school-age relations, but I heard of a clever young dragonet - Holly, I think her name was - living all alone at the edge of the jungle. Perhaps she would suit your plan?
Queen Hazel
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=== Chapter one ===
==== Sunset ====
“Starlight!” I frantically yelled my sisters name as I tore around our treehouse, disturbing one of Kiwi’s statues with my long, elegant (if I do say so myself) tail. 
“What?” she poked her head around the corner. 
“It’s the JMA letter!” I waved it in the air, grinning madly. Her eyes lit up. 
“Well, why didn’t you SAY so, sloth brain?” 
“Um, I literally just DID,” I answered, indignant. She was already calling for Kiwi. 
“Kiwi! Sunset has the JMA letters!!” she yelled. Wow, Starlight NEVER yells. She must be really excited. A minute later, Kiwi came dreamily towards us. Kiwi has always been different, speaking slowly and sometimes oddly, and sometimes preferring her statues to her sisters. Technically, we all hatched on the same night, but Starlight and I treat Kiwi like our little sister. 
“Letters.” She said with a nod of finality. “Letters are good.” 
“Yes, they are, because we’re–” “going to Jade Mountain!” Starlight cut me off mid-sentence. I scowled at her. 
“Go stuff a mango in your face. Actually, WAIT. Stuff a mango in MY face. Mmmm, mangoes.” I sighed happily – about both acceptance to JMA (!!) and mangoes – as I opened the letter addressed ‘Sunset of the Rainwings’.
           Dear Sunset of the Rainwings, we are pleased to accept you to Jade Mountain Academy! You will be joining the Silver Winglet, located in sleeping cave 8. Due to the fact you are part Rainwing, part Silkwing, and part Nightwing, we had some trouble deciding who you would be with. However, after contacting your grandmother, Queen Glory, we have decided to place you as the SilkWingof the Silver Winglet. We look forward to meeting you next month!
Best wishes, JMA staff & faculty
“Well, THAT was REMARKABLY long-winded, overexplanatory, and BORING.” I declared, then turned to my sister. “what’d they ‘place’ you as?” 
“Nightwing.” Starlight said offhandedly as she continued to scan her letter. That made sense. She was almost all black, with purple scales flecked across her wings. She was a beautiful dragon, with her wings like the night sky, her elongated SilkWing neck, and elegant features. She was the only one of us who’d inherited our SilkWing fathers’ purple scales, even in such a small quantity. I had RainWing scales, and looked RainWing-ish on my body, but my wings were a dead giveaway to my SilkWing heritage. Kiwi was a perfect mash-up of all three of our tribes and was usually bright green to boot. Suddenly, Starlight grabbed me by the wrist. 
“c’mon!” she begged. “let’s go pack! We’re going to Jade Mountain Academy!”
==== Spireclaw ====
           “Spireclaw, I’ve brought your mail,” my neighbor poked her head in the door of my cave. Since my parents’ deaths three years ago, she had taken it upon herself to make sure I stayed alive. 
“Fine,” I snapped, burying my head deeper into the nest of blankets I had built around me. 
“I think it’s from Jade Mountain Academy,” her voice was tentative, but also excited. “What?” I bolted upright, as she had hoped, but not with the emotion she wanted. I snatched it out of her talons and fearfully ripped open the seal. My heart plummeted as I read the words:
Dear Spireclaw of the Nightwings, we are pleased to accept you to Jade Mountain Academy! You will be joining the Silver Winglet, located in sleeping cave 8. 
I tore my eyes away from the terrible words. 
"Isn't it wonderful?" My neighbor prodded. I didn't answer. "It's amazing news-" 
“I’m not going!” I yelled as I threw it on the rocky floor of my cave, then rushed towards the exit. Why did they even pick me? It should have been Duskflower going. She was all ready, when she died. She had studied and tested and written letter after letter to Queen Shadowstar. And then that stupid rockfall. And just like it had every day over the past three years, the weight suddenly hit my chest and settled. “it’s my fault. I should’ve died. I would’ve died. She saved me. She pushed me out of the way.” The feeling of the rocks starting to fall would stay with me my whole life. It’s my stupid queen. Queen Shadowstar made me do this. After all, dozens of dragonets in the Night Kingdom wanted to go to JMA, to meet (most) of the ‘Dragonets of Destiny’, to have a brighter future. All I wanted was revenge. How I would get revenge on a rockfall, I don’t know. But Duskflower shouldn’t have died. That I knew. She was perfect, kind, clever, smart, wonderful. I was – am – weird, pathetic, cold, dark. I couldn’t go. Except… whispered a little voice in my mind. Duskflower would want me to go. She would want me to get my sorry tail out of my dank little cave and live a little. Suddenly, I glanced down at my surroundings. Oh, three moons. I was almost at the edge of the rainforest! I heaved a sigh. I would go to stupid Jade Mountain Academy. I would make friends – or not-enemies – ok, maybe I would just make dragons-who-sort-of-tolerate-me-sometimes. But it would be a start. And that would have to be good enough for Duskflower for now. 
==== Rain ====
           I gazed up in wonder at the massive stone cavern carved out of Jade Mountain, as if some dragon a thousand times bigger than Darkstalker had built a sandcastle into the mountain. Then I remembered I didn’t want to be here and tried to fix a scowl on my face. 
“Oh, c’mon,” my brother, Reef, nudged me. “I can tell you’re impressed.” 
“No, I’m not,” I insisted weakly, then gave him a half-smile. “Okay, it is pretty cool.” Reef and I trailed behind our parents as we made our way toward the check-in table. “Dad, do I have to go?” I begged, coming up to him and Mom. 
“Yes, Rain. You can’t stay with us forever, training dolphins and ignoring your friends.” Mom said patiently. 
“But they’re not my friends. That’s why I ignore them.” I pointed out testily. 
“Well, these people will be your friends. And your grandma is here, so she can help you.” Dad said. 
“Oh, three moons, it’s still SOOOO weird to be called a GRANDMA. Like, someone asked me the other day, hey, are your granddragonets coming next week? and I was all like ARRGGHH YOU SQUID BRAIN how DARE you call me a grandma – oh wait. But it was Starflight, so he went into this WHOLE thing about how I’m ‘getting on in years’ and how I probably will start suffering from memory loss and I was like three MOONS shut up or we’re going to need a new librarian. I’m not even FIFTY. But anyway RAIN! REEF! It’s so good to see you!!!!!!” and suddenly, large blue wings were squeezing Reef and me together as our grandmother – otherwise known as Tsunami of the Seawings – hugged us. 
“Wow, you just talked almost as much as I do!” a beautiful RainWingcame up to us as well, grinning ear to ear at my grandma. 
“Kinkajou, you JUST got your teacher position. Don’t make me fire you ALREADY.” 
“You would never. It would break Turtle’s HEART.” Grandma sighed. 
“Good point. I could still make you clean the prey center right after every meal.” Kinkajou paled with horror, then rolled her eyes and hurried away to help a lost HiveWingdragonet. 
“Rain, you’re in the Silver Winglet, sleeping cave eight. Reef, you’re in… Copper Winglet, sleeping cave five.” 
“Ok.” I hugged my parents and went off to find my Winglet.
I really didn’t want to be here. People always thought I was a hybrid with my unusually purple scales and extra-long tail. I had just been born this way, was all. I didn’t have all the glow scales needed for aquatic, so I couldn’t speak fluently, and I was thinner and lighter than most Seawings. No wonder people thought I was a hybrid, really. But I wasn’t. I physically couldn’t be; Reef and I had been twins, hatched in the same egg. Our parents and grandparents were Seawings, through and through.  I walked down the long stone hall, checking the numbers. 5…6…7…8. I slipped through the curtains of vine into a large cave. Each bed was specially chosen for its occupant. My pool of wonderful, cool water was between a rock shelf, (probably for a NightWingor Skywing,) and a mud pit. (Mudwing, obviously.) no one else appeared to be in the room. 
“What are you?” the question I had been dreading. I whirled around, searching for the source of the voice – and saw a small green head poking out of a pile of soft ferns and leaves. The LeafWingwas so well camouflaged, it took me a second to find her, with her large leaf-shaped wings blending right in. 
“I’m a Seawing,” I snapped. 
“Are you sure?” this I wasn’t expecting. Most dragons just left it there, with an ‘oh, I’m so sorry.’ “Because, while you do have strong SeaWingresemblances, you really do look like a Sea-Rain hybrid. I’m Holly, by the way.” 
“Well, I’m not.” I said with finality, then walked over to my pool and settled in.
==== Banana ====
“we’re here we’re here we’re heeereeeee!!!!!!” Mango shrieked, diving down to the main entrance of Jade Mountain Academy.
“I can’t wait yo meet the on-staff humans!” I said excitedly. Mango smacked me with her tail.
“Humans are NOT exciting, my slug-brain of a best friend. Do you know what IS exciting?? Our WINGLETS!!!!!! I’m in the Sapphire Winglet, what about you? We should find a teacher so we can sign in! speaking of teachers, where’s your mom? By the way, your mom is AWESOME. Like, being the ONLY RainWing(aside from the QUEEN) who raised her only dragonet? SO cool!” I grinned. Mango, my best friend since she accidentally flew through the wall of our treehouse four years ago, tends to talk a lot when she’s excited. I talk a lot every time EXCEPT when I’m excited. Wait, I got that wrong- Mango just constantly talks, there's no rhyme or reason to it.
“I’m in the Silver Winglet, my mom and all the other teachers are probably getting bossed around by headmaster Tsunami, and you only mention how cool my mom is roughly ten times a day.” She rolled her eyes, but otherwise ignored my snark.
“I can’t WAIT to meet my Hivewing. Hivewings are so MYSTERIOUS and INTRIGUING. Plus, maybe I’ll fall in love with him! Just kidding, Banana. You’re the only male allowed anywhere near me.” She laughed, the large gold hoop on her ear and the golden chain around her neck chink-ing gently against her pink and purple scales.
“What if your HiveWingis a girl?” I teased, bumping her shoulder.
“Then I would fall in love with the Skywing. Or maybe the Icewing. Both grumpy and absolutely stunning, I’m sure- hey, Banana, isn’t that your girlfriend?” she pointed across the cave at Sunset, granddaughter of Queen Glory and only member of the Banana Hate Club. She caught my eye and glared at me. It wasn’t like I had PURPOSEFULLY abandoned her in the Rainforest, and how was I supposed to know there was that much quicksand?
“I’m going to talk to her.” I said resignedly to Mango, heading across the cave toward Sunset. As I approached, my talons clinking on the stone floor, her scales turned from her regular turquoise to a deep, angry red that better matched her name.
“Hi, Sunset!” I said cheerfully.
“Go away.” I did so, slightly relieved and also annoyed that she still hated me for something I did years ago. As I walked away, I heard her mutter to her sister, Starlight, “see? He came over just to annoy me!” I sighed as I rejoined Mango.
“Trouble in paradise?” she asked sweetly. I gave her a look. By then we were at the front of the line. I shivered in anticipation as a NightWingwhose nametag read ‘Fatespeaker’ gave me my student scroll, and I went to find my winglet.
==== Golden ====
“Tumble, GET OUT.” I poked one claw into my little brother’s chest and slid him out of my new cave. “You can’t come to JMA for three more years.”
“Yeah but I wanna, Goldie!” he protested, his three-year-old voice standing out among the sounds of older dragonets.
“Even if you were old enough, there’s only ONE SandWingper winglet. And I am this caves’ Sandwing.” I glanced back inside. There was a serene-looking Leafwing, a scowling Seawing, a RainWingwhose scales were giving me a headache, a beautiful Rainwing-ish dragon who was probably a hybrid, and a bouncy Hivewing. Unfortunately, while I was focused on my Clawmates, Tumble had slipped in again.
“Come back here, you destructive ball of camel dung,” I said affectionately, dragging him out and handing him to our mother, Cactus.
“we’re about to leave,” Mom said, giving Tumble a look that said yes, you are too. “Say goodbye to your grandmother.” I rushed forward to hug my grandma, Moon. She’d been at JMA a long time age, and her winglet and her helped defeat Darkstalker. I hugged my grandpa, Qibli, next.
“Just be as charming as me, and you’ll make friends in no time.” He whispered to me. I fidgeted with my bracelet, twisting the Skyfire stone set into it.
“Tell Dad I said goodbye!” I told my family as the four of them started to walk away. When they had turned the corner, I swiveled around and headed inside.
After a minute of mostly uncomfortable conversations, I found out the Leafwing’s name was Holly, the Seawing’s name was ‘Rain and also I’m not a hybrid’, the headache-y RainWingwas Banana, the hybrid was named Sunset, and the bouncy HiveWingwas named Grasshopper, but to call him Bumble. “I’m Goldie,” I told each of them before settling into my mound of soft, warm sand. I glanced at the mudpit adjacent to me and wondered about the dragon who would inhabit that space. Subtly, I pulled off my Skyfire bracelet and squinched my eyes shut as I called upon the one full moon I had been born under, which gave me very weak NightWingmind-reading, as I was ¼ Nightwing. The Leafwing, Holly was mentally checking off a list of poisonous herbs that I assumed were in the nondescript pouches around her waist and forelegs. The Seawing, Rain, was mostly just mad at life. Her mind was harder to access for my weak powers. Banana was thinking about the humans, as was the Hivewing, and Sunset was worrying about her sister, Kiwi, I think. None of them seemed particularly evil, and I hoped I would get along with them. And then, all of a sudden, a scroll flew through the air and bonked the HiveWingright between the eyes.
==== Iceberg ====
           I came into the cave just in time to see the scroll - seemingly on its own - hit our Hivewing. I'm guessing the culprit was the nervous-looking SkyWingwho was rushing into the cave right in front of me. Her large wings were a bit spread, and almost caught uin the door before she flew through, land on the stone floor and muttering apologies to the Hivewing, who immediately introduced himself as Bumble. Behind me, the last two students entered, a friendly-looking MudWingand a scowling Nightwing. "Hi!" The MudWingsaid jovially. I'm Squelch." He pointed at the Nightwing. "And that is Spireclaw. Or rather, his name is ‘Spireclaw and I’m only saying that once and if any of you annoy me too much I will claw off your faces in your sleep, then burn your wings and talons to a crisp. He was very friendly.” I laughed, but before I could answer, a voice echoed through the halls. 
"All student, to the Main Cavern for a meeting!" The dragon that had spoken was a large blue Seawing, headmaster Tsunami, I'd guess. As I passed by her, I heard her mutter under her breath, 
"Huh, there really are 100 of you. Wow. This could be bad.”
The Main Cavern was huge, soaring far up into the mountain. All the dragonets started settling in, grouping either by winglet or by tribe.
“Welcome, students and teachers, to Jade Mountain Academy!” the headmaster announced from her perch far above us. I 'd still been talking to Squelch when she started speaking. Squelch seemed to have two personalities inside him: one was the studious, knowledge-hungry dragon who belonged entirely at JMA, and the other was a constantly hungry, very easygoing dragon who loved his MudWingswamp. The dragonets farthest away were Goldie and Peregrine, and it appeared Bumble had just bounced up to them. Banana was subtly edging towards Sunset, ignoring the death glares she was shooting at him. Holly was carefully sizing up the two most unfriendly dragons in our winglet, Rain and Spireclaw. Across the cave, I saw my sisters, Glacier and Fox, eyes their respective winglets (Pearl Winglet and Topaz Winglet) with disdain. I was the only one of us three who’d actually sort of wanted to come. Headmaster Tsunami continued talking, and I snapped to attention.
           “As you may know, and you will know this afternoon in history, the last forty years have been the most peaceful in Pyrrhian history, with some of the longest-reigning queens, including Queen Anemone of the Seawings and Queen Shadowstar of the Nightwings, having come here when they were young. This year, JMA has offered to host the first-ever Convention of Queens, in which all ten Queens and an escort of dragons – dragons close to the Queens, some of your family, and our old friends – will come to Jade Mountain tomorrow to communicate, mingle, discuss diplomatics–” Tsunami said ‘diplomatics’ like another dragon might say ‘Queen Wasp’ “–and to spend valuable time with other tribes. I believe the lists of guests is, so far:
           “Icewings: Queen Snowfall and her husband Frigid, Prince Winter and his wife, Lynx, and Prince Hailstorm, Princess Mink and her husband Crevasse, their two small dragonets, as well as eight royal guards.
           “Sandwings: Queen Thorn and her husband, Prince Smolder, Sunny’s husband, Antelope, and Sunny’s adult children, Caracal, Mouse, and Mirage. Moon and Qibli are coming, (yeah I know Moon isn’t a Sandwing, but she’s coming with them,) and Moon & Qibli’s children, Shadow and Cactus, with Cactus’s husband and son, Scorpion and Tumble.
           “Skywings: Queen Garnet and her older brother Prince Cliff, along with Garnet’s adult children, Prince Peak and Princess Thrush, and Peril Clay’s wife, with her daughter Kestrel.
           “Seawings: Queen Anemone and her husband Driftwood, and Princess Auklet, as well as Tsunami’s husband, Riptide, her three children, Hurricane, Conch, and Current, and Hurricane’s wife, Wave. Prince Turtle is coming, but with the Rainwings.
           “Mudwings: Queen Mangrove and her sibs, Reed (Clay’s brother) with his wife, Mocha, (Clay is going with the Skywings), and Reed’s sibs.
           “Rainwings: Queen Glory and Deathbringer, with their two children, Firefly and Apricot, and Firefly’s husband, Orangetip. Also Kinkajou, her husband, Turtle, and their two adult children, Axolotl and Hibiscus, are coming to see their dragonet Atlantis.
           “Nightwings: Queen Shadowstar, with her husband, Blacknight, and her brother, Duskwatcher. Also Hope and her dragonet Peacemaker.
           “Silkwings: Queen Luna and her husband Swordtail are coming to see their dragonets, and Swordtail’s sister, Io, and Blue with his wife, Cricket.
           “Hivewings: Queen Jewel is coming, and probably Lady Scarab, but she might not be strong enough to make the journey since she is a million years old. also Cricket’s mother, Katydid, and her husband, Malachite.
           “Leafwings: Sundew is somewhere in the Poison Jungle trying to calm down some plants, so their group is small, just Queen Hazel, Bryony, and a few others I tried to remember, but then I decided not to bother.
           “Okay, that is MORE than enough. The queens might bring other dragons, but those are the ones I know of. Now, off to class, because after today, there will be a week of pure madness.” As soon as she finished, all the dragonets in the cave starting to talk excitedly, the cavern filling up with excited voices. I was excited too; we were making history! Speaking of history… I scrambled after my winglet as we headed to our first class.
(Note from author: Sooo... that was long. I kinda wanna kill off a few characters, but idk which ones. [not Sunset or Goldie, they're my favs] please give feedback, good or bad, especially if I have plot holes. and mostly: CONGRATS if you read all of that!!!!! - Sunset)
== PART TWO | The Island ==
Map here :)
=== Intro ===
==== Evernight's plan (ack gotta come up with a better name) ====
“Are you sure this will work, Evernight?” hissed an emerald green dragon, looking almost fearfully at the four dragonets curled up in the nest. Each was heavily drugged, breathing slowly and deeply, their tiny wings and snouts twitching in their sleep.
“Yes, Ebony. I will fulfill my father’s dream.” A NightWinganswered, leaning over the dragonets. Two of them were the same pure black as the dragon standing over them – Evernight – and were curled together in a tight ball. One of them had scales softly shifting from green to blue to purple and back again with black scales dotted across her wings and tail, and the other was a dark chocolate brown.
“But we already lost the Mud-Sky dragonet–” the LeafWing started. Suddenly, wingbeats could be heard, and two dragons came in. one, a vibrantly blue SeaWing, was gasping for breath and glancing around nervously.
“What’s wrong, Aquaria?” Evernight called, striding over to the SeaWing, who was now crumpled on the floor. The other dragon, an abnormally large IceWing, glanced down at her scornfully.
“She lost one of the dragonets. The hybrid, daughter of that cowardly animus prince and overly talkative RainWing.” Evernight seemed to swell up with fury, then slowly deflated.
“We still have eight. Nine would have been better, but at least the blind librarian’s egg turned out to be twins, so it’s like we only lost one dragonet, instead of two.” Evernight seemed to be thinking out loud, rather than to any dragon in particular. Slowly, Aquaria unwrapped the sling fastened tight against her body, pulling out just one dragonet, a SeaWing with a few bright red scales and abnormally large wings, for a dragonet.
“Here’s the royal one. SeaWing princess and SkyWing prince. Such a strange couple.” She said, placing the dragonet in the nest next to the RainWing.
“Prince Cliff found Peril’s daughter,” Ebony growled. “Clay and Peril took her outside, but when Peril saw how her talons burned her dead dragonet, Clay took her back inside to comfort her. I was about to grab her, but the SkyWing saw her, abandoned in the forest, and rescued her before I could get near.”
“So… Auklet and Cliff aren’t getting back together?” Aquaria inquired. Ebony shrugged.
“They were both heartbroken. I don’t know.”
“Here are mine.” The massive IceWingslowly undid the cloth tied around him, exposing three dragonets. The first was an Icewing, her silvery scales bright in the dim room. The other two were a HiveWingand something that looked sort of like a Silkwing, but also sort of like a Hivewing, her scales yellow and blue.
“They’re all here. Let’s begin.” Evernight placed each slumbering dragonet – eight in total – across a long stone table. Two Nightwings, an Icewing, a Seawing/Skywing, a Hivewing/Silkwing, a Rainwing/Nightwing, a Hivewing, and a Mudwing. She walked over to a low shelf and picked up a long needle. With careful precision, she injected the HiveWingand Mudwing, then waited. The dragonets twitched, crying out in their sleep, then fell still for the last time.
“Oh no,” Ebony breathed. The IceWingrushed to the table.
“Avalanche, it’s too late.” Evernight said sadly, lifting up the HiveWingdragonet and handing him to Avalanche. “Can you bury them?” the silver dragon nodded, stepping outside.
“We’re down to six now.” The NightWingsaid, looking at her two remaining companions. “Those two had an overdose. I’m sure I can control it now.” Aquaria looked worried.
“But what if you can’t?” she asked. Evernight squared her shoulders and lifted her snout. “We will do it. These six are about to become the most powerful dragonets this world has seen.
==== Celestial ====
I hovered far above the beach, pale white sand fading into the vast blue ocean. Somewhere, far out there, was the mainland. Somewhere, far out there, were our parents. Those weak dragons, I thought dismissively. Thinking only of peace and love instead of power. Our guardians had told us how many of our parents – or our parent’s friends. – had defeated many of the greatest dragons over the past fifty years. Queen Scarlet, Princess Blister, the Darkstalker, Queen Wasp, and my personal favorite, the Breath of Evil. Of course, we were much more powerful. When our parents had given us up, or sold us, or even when our guardians stole us as eggs, I don’t know what happened, but our guardians – Evernight, Avalanche, Ebony, and Aquaria – made us better. Stronger. I’m an Icewing, although I don’t even know if that still applies to me. Sometimes I wonder, if I were to go to the Ice Kingdom right now, would they accept me? But then I remind myself. I am powerful. I am power. I have my friends, and someday, I will have a continent. Or two. Us six were special, different. We were warriors, through and through. I have one memory from when I was a dragonet, although the others say I dreamed it:
A cool, dark space. Light flooding in. talons lifting me – crying. Then snow, all around me. New talons, just as cold but much less gentle. Flying, before I was old enough to know how. Laying on a hard stone table… opening my eyes for the first time. Seeing two dragonets, limp and still, being carried away. A sharp pain in my shoulder. Blackness. And when I woke up… power.
Evernight created us. Without her, the daughter of Mastermind, we would be ordinary. Weak. But we would be with family, my traitorous mind pointed out. Shut UP, I commanded sternly. Despite having been hovering in the air for several minutes, my wings didn’t tire. Even the thick metal band around my foreleg wasn’t weighing me down. Some animus had created these so that we couldn’t leave the island. Of course, with our extra-hot fire and extra-strong limbs, it would be a matter of minutes to wrench it off. We didn’t need it off, of course. We would go to the mainland when the time was right… and take over everything. As I did every morning, I ran through my powers in my head, mentally checking them off. Cold resistance… serrated claws… frostbreath (Icewing)… heat resistance (Sandwing)… speed… (Skywing)… strength (Mudwing)… gills (Seawing)… camouflage scales… agility… (Rainwing… grace (Silkwing)… and, of course, Leafspeak (Leafwings). We were powerful. We were strong. We weren’t Allwings, not close, but we had the strengths of each tribe within us.
No, I reminded myself yet again. We aren’t powerful. We are power. And we are coming.
==== Myth ====
“Celestial! Finally.” I sighed as my glowering friend stalked into the clearing, her mind far away.
“You’re late.” Our battle trainer, Avalanche, snapped, his black eyes narrowed. With barely a movement, he shot a sprinkle of frostbreath, a handful of cold white crystals hitting her shoulder. She winced, but her Icewing scales quickly healed, and she came over with nothing more than a slight shiver.
Around the clearing, four other dragonets sat. Aside from Celestial and me, there were Comet and Stardust, the Nightwing twins, Moondrop, with her Silkwing wings spread and her golden Hivewing scales gleaming, and Radiance, who was, as usual, less than radiant. Her scales – the ones she could change, anyway – were green and orange with annoyance and frustration. Her thick, straight horns and wings fading to dark purple were both dead giveaways of her Nightwing heritage.
Celestial sometimes says she has a memory, a memory where there were two other dragonets, but we all think she dreamed it. Where would they have gone? There’s no way off the island. We live on the old Nightwing island. One of our guardians, Ebony, has strong Leafspeak and started bringing plants back to the volcano, slowly but surely. Of course, the volcano has been dormant since the Nightwing Exodus, and we sometimes fly into it.
“Myth!” my head snapped up at Avalanche’s voice.
“His head is in the clouds.” Radiance scoffed. “Again.”
Avalanche rolled his eyes. “Well, it’s your turn, Myth. Fight me.” I gaped at him.
“You’re three times my size.”
“Well,” He growled, “when your friends and you take over Pyrrhia, you’re going to be fighting dragons a lot bigger than me. Now, fight me, you little sea snail!” I made a half-hearted leap at him, knowing I wasn’t going to make it even before he batted me out of the air, his sharp serrated claws scoring a scratch across my shoulder. I closed my eyes tight, curling into a ball as his massive shadow loomed over me.
“Avalanche, step away from the Snail.” I gaped in relief as I saw Evernight, another of our caretakers, step into the training clearing. Snail had been my nickname ever since our guardians realized how weak and useless at battle I was. I was short and sturdy like a SeaWing, but had very large SkyWing wings, which made me off-balance and shaky. Stardust came over to help me up, smiling sympathetically at me. I smiled warmly back, then turned to see where Avalanche and Evernight had gone. They were in a corner, discussing something so quietly that even our advanced hearing couldn’t pick up a sound. After a moment, our other guardians, Ebony and Aquaria, joined them. After another few minutes, Evernight stepped out of the little huddle, facing us.
“We have something to discuss with you. Concerning your futures… and your pasts.”
==== Moondrop ====
Oh, thank goodness, I thought, relieved that I wouldn’t have to fight Avalanche today. Despite our enhanced abilities, the massive Icewing was still a formidable enemy. Even Celestial’s a little bit scared of him. But now I was getting worried again… what was going on? Evernight never does something like this.
I got even more concerned when I stepped into our cave and saw the two NightWings standing across the room. Chaosmaker and Duskflower, who both come-and-go, but are almost never here at the same time unless something’s wrong.
Chaosmaker is Evernight’s brother, although much less scientifically-minded, and we don’t really know where Duskflower came from.
“Dragonets.” Evernight’s voice was regal and proud as she flew to a little outcropping of rock far above. “The time has come to take back Pyrrhia and have it be ruled by those who deserve it. The perfect time has arisen- all ten queens are meeting at the illustrious Jade Mountain Academy. You will go there and kill them, along with anyone else you have to get to them. And one last thing. Your parents might be there, and you must have no hesitations in killing them along with any others you run into.” My heart plummeted. My… parents? Did I really have to kill them? Suddenly, my mind focused on a more important topic- my secret. My secret that couldn’t come to the mainland. I glanced up at Evernight. She was examining us.
“you may go.” She’d clearly decided we understood. I leapt to my feet and ran as fast as I could to my room, grabbing out the loose stone and peering into the little doorway. There. In the back. A small heap of blankets. I poked it, and slowly, a rumpled head of messy black hair appeared, followed by a pointy chin, stick-thin arms, and a dark green ‘tunic’.
“hey there,” I whispered, gently brushing her shoulder as she crawled out. She was almost as tall as my leg was long, with waist-length hair, green eyes, a ‘tunic’, like I said, and ‘leggings’ with ‘boots’.
“Yeeble yeeble squirp HUNGRY.” I’d been slowly teaching her dragon. “yurp yeep FOOD NOW.” She was a bit demanding.
“Um… yibble squeak squeak?” I said hopefully. She put her tiny paws on her tiny hips and gave me a severely disdainful look.
“Me HUNGRY food NOW yibble yeeble squeak.”
“Okay, okay.” I carefully took out a small pouch of food I’d snuck away. “Now listen. We have to go to the continent. You have to stay here, there’s no way I can take you.” She looked immensely affronted.
“I will go if I WANT to go, which I VERY MUCH DO, THANK you very much.” I gaped at her. “Did I mention I’ve been practicing? Oh, and by the way, my name is Lynn, not Lamb or Limb or Llama or whatever the three moons you were calling me.” I kept staring. She rolled her eyes. “Ever since you found me on the other side of this horrible island. And I have a plan, for how you’ll take me.” The small scavenger motioned for me to bend closer, and when I did, she whispered the plan into my ear.
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