Wings of Fire: A New Dawn

WARNING! PEOPLE MAY FIND THIS PAGE UPSETTING DUE TO DISTURBING CONCEPTS. REASON: BLOOD, DEATH, ETC.
THE GLOWCAVE PROPHECY:
When the dawn rises to pierce the shadows,
A secret will rise from the gallows.
Everyone must chase away the threat,
To keep the cave's peace.
A secret lies on the hanging thread,
Dark enough to taint the leaves
that fall from the sun.
Prologue:
Apollo knew what awaited. The gallows would seal his fate for him. No matter how he tried, he couldn't convince the hivewing guards surrounding him he was innocent. 
"It wasn't me! Honest!" All that did was earn him a hush and an aggressive stab in the snout with paralyzing tail venom. 
"SHUT UP, WORM!"
"Bu-" SPLORCH! Cockroach, the guard to his left, stabbed her tail through his snout, and he felt it pierce through his tongue. The brown dragon laughed with pride, and kept her tail in there a few seconds longer before pulling it out, tail stinger covered in blood, a process far more painful than the first. Splurch! Apollo wanted to scream, but his tongue was torn, and the paralyzed snout didn't exactly help things either.
"That'll teach you to think before you talk! What, is your brain full of fluff? Your ears?" She stabbed her talon inside of his ear, tracing a circle on the inside. When she pulled it out, her finger (and Apollo's ear), were both oozing with blood. Apollo felt the warm, thick liquid running down his neck. His eyes went so wide from the pain, they looked like they would bulge right out of his skull.
"Nope. Just wax. Here, I'll help you feel better." She started reaching for his ear, (despite him shaking his head profusely) grabbed it, and tore it right off his head. Apollo opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out, because of his treacherous tongue.
"Alright, that's enough," the other guard declared. 
"Aw, can't I have a little fun with him, Earwig?", Cockroach protested.
"You've had enough. My turn!" Torturing me before we even reach the gallows? AND we've stopped walking... I've heard Earwig's torture methods are...effective.
"Let's see how strong your scales are..." She dug her claws into his shoulder, and he winced. Then, the stingers ejected from her claws. THEN, she dragged her claws across his side, and sloped them down his leg. Then, she slowly pulled them back out. Apollo's scales felt like they were on fire. To make manners worse, Earwig suddenly sprayed acid on his other side, and he had to bite his already tattered tongue to stop the tears from flowing.
"Alright, now we're ready," she said with a sneer.
"He's already weak. His neck's ruined. It'll probably snap on the noose," Cockroach remarked. They're right, he realized. I won't last five seconds.
When they stepped outside, a whole crowd had formed. The gallows seemed even deadlier than usual, emitting a strong sense of death. Ulp. He stepped up onto the podium, inserting his neck into the loop in the rope, and positioned his feet onto the trapdoor. Mantis, an unusually green hivewing, pulled the lever attached to the podium, and the trapdoor sprung open, revealing a pit full of corpses. Previous prisoners. And I'm about to join them, down in that pit, Apollo thought uneasily. This is it. Suddenly, the rope started to shake, and his head lurched forward, twisted at the wrong angle, and cracked. Seconds later, he breathed his final breath and died right there on the noose, eyes staring at the overlooking crowd. Mantis stepped up to slice the rope that hung him, and he dropped down into the pit of corpses. He seemed to glow in the sunlight, compared to the others, his bright yellow and red scales (and orange wings), as bright as the sun itself. But it didn't repel dragons away, it only lured them in, with more and more drawing closer, and then it faded. With another pull of the lever, the trapdoor closed fast, leaving Apollo and the other silkwings, leafwings, and hivewings, down in the darkness, waiting for somebody else to join them.
Chapter 1
Flytrap was always among the solitary kind. It wasn't always this way, though. The hanging of her father, Birch, the only dragon she'd had a real connection with, had made her this way. That day, she'd cried until she was out of tears. That said, she never enjoyed partner projects. But today at Terrarium Academy, it was a requirement. Flytrap had always loved her school so dearly, built with a great glass ceiling, overlooking the student's private greenhouses. It was a miracle her father could afford to send her here. But now the orphanage had to pay for her schooling, and Millipede was never happy about that. Anyway, today she had to have a partner for community garden work. Usually, she would be okay with this kind of stuff, but unfortunately, she got paired up with Holly, the most annoying dragon in the entire school.
"WE'RE GOING ON A FIELD TRIP! WE'RE GOING ON A FIELD TRIP! WE'RE GOING ON A FIELD TRIP! WE'RE GOING ON A FIELD TRIP!" After the last part of the chant, the class's teacher, Belladonna, finally blew her stack and said, "SHUT UP OR IT'S CANCELED!" After that, it took an hour of bribing to calm her down. She finally responded to a piece of jewelry, though. Ugh. WHY did I have to be partners with HER of all dragons. I wish father were still here as a volunteer so that HE could be my partner. I wish...I wish things were different. Her train of thought was interrupted by Sundew, Belladona's daughter. Oh. She's partners with Willow. She was...yelling at Holly for stealing her grasshopper. "Just go and catch another one!" Holly protested. Sounds like Sundew. always wants an excuse to yell at somedragon. "SETTLE DOWN! Sundew, honey, go catch another one. LATER," Belladonna said as she yanked back Sundew's tail, and yet she dug her claws onto the rim of the window and proceeded her attempt to fly down to the greenhouses below to see if she could find a grasshopper in hers. 
"BUT MOM-" 
"DON'T YOU GIVE ME THAT!" Belladonna suddenly flung Sundew to the ground, and Sundew got up and whirled around snarling, bruised, cut, and bleeding. Ouch. She hit the thorns. The academy was a mostly safe place to be, but in some spots of the floor, leafwings' leafspeak had gotten out of control, and they had accidentally made thorns shoot out of the vines. The students (the leafwing students, anyway) had mostly learned to avoid those bits. Getting the dragonets to, however, was exactly like herding butterflies. Noisy, big, one-wing butterflies. The silkwings and hivewings knew to avoid those spots, but they often had trouble depicting which spots had these thorns. Because of this, about half of the non-leafwing students ended up in the infirmary every day. Most of these were silkwings, with only a handful of unfortunate hivewings who had forgotten to use their wings in certain hallways. "WAAAAAAAAAH!" Holly suddenly let out an ear-piercing wail that echoed all around the hallways. 
"SHUT UP! THERE ARE OTHER CLASSES TRYING TO LEARN!" 
"Hypocrite," Holly grumped. "You act like you're not being louder than me right now____WAAAAH! SUNDEW STOLE MY NECKLACE!" 
"It wasn't even yours in the first place. I said you could BORROW it. This necklace is MINE. Thrust enchanted it to never wear or rust, because it's made of the purest gold. AND I treasure that it's made of leaves." Flytrap gazed out the window at her greenhouse as Holly and Sundew proceeded to squabble over the necklace. The giant oak tree had grown years ago, inflating so big that it shattered the glass the roof was made of. 
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