Wings of Fire; Legends; Tree Wars

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== Prologue : Wasp ==
Shades of blue and purple whipped around the dark sky, clouds dazzlingly reflecting the streaks. Hawks spun through the setting sun, their wings beating steadily as war stirred down below.
It had gone on for hours, the white eyed dragons tearing into other scales with immense synchronization. It seemed as if they had practiced it all, trained every move in their body and prepared for any strike. Wasp laughed to herself at even the idea. 
Gliding downward, the Queen watched over her new territory, the tall grass of the savanna splotched with scarlet blood that appeared a purple under the faint light. Her wings caught the moon’s gleam as she surveyed a charred and dead tree, dipping past, Wasp was certain she’d seen cracked eggs and a few tiny forms of cold dragonets. 
Smiling wickedly, the HiveWing spotted out what she had been looking for, diving down past the remains Of many other uprooted and trashed saplings. A dark green dragon was sprawled across the roots and dirt, dead. 
A leaf woven satchel was strung around its snapped neck, its eyes dilatedly fading into roof of its head. The tightly tied strands of canopy had frayed and torn until the contents were visible. 
The large HiveWing flexed her talons, then with an easy weeping motion she ripped the bag off its throat, and removed a heavy navy cased book from its depths. 
Stepping away from the wretched appearing LeafWing, the Queen crouched down spreading her wings and took off back toward her large towering hive. 
== Part 1 : Plots and Rescues ==
=== Chapter 1 : Juniper ===
The stars in the bright warm sky glittered light diamonds as the sun rose above the horizon. Soon, like the foam on the ocean waves, they would fade away. Grass skidded around below deep lining shadows, leaving dents on the ground as if they were faint fishers of darkness. 
Sadness and rage sailed through the wind currents as two leafwings flew easily over everything, but their hearts were sinking. The air was cool on their green scales, yet it was more like being blasted with a hurricane and lots of debris. 
The wind breathed smoothly across their scales like leaves in a breeze. The daybreak blazed into view and the anger boiled more. 
A dragon’s head snapped toward her companion as he Let out a yawn, loud and carrying across the skies. “Shhhhhh!” She whispered, “Nobody said we couldn’t yawn on patrol, Juniper.” He snapped back, tail lashing slightly as he beat his wings to stay aloft. 
Heaven narrowed her eyes at him until his tired face was a foot from hers. 
A piece of madness rolled through like the crashing waves of the ocean and hit her square in the face. “Can you back up a bit..” she asked, trying to shove the violence in the edge of her voice outstretched 
Juniper hadn’t been assigned a mate yet, which was why she was getting aggressive with everyone. She wanted to choose who to marry but the Queen insisted on getting MORE AND MORE AND MOREEEE leaf speaks. Which meant Juniper wasn’t allowed to choose who she married. 
The leafwing swung up under Juniper, he also had leafspeak and no body assigned to marry him. “Listen,” Spruce started, his dark green wings flapping smoothly. “I know you think we’re go-“ Juniper shifted down beneath his belly and dove into the land below. 
“We don’t have time to make conversation. Let's go report that Wasp is advancing with her deforestation.” The paler leafwing soared away, her head fuming with anger toward Spruce. 
Barely paying attention to the land around her, the world revolved in swirls as she cut through the trees. The warm sunlight creeping up her legs and forearms as clouds captured sweet rays of color in their edges. It wasn’t until the beautiful birch trees struck from the fertile soil, and gorgeous flowers erupted out like little butterflies that Juniper realized she was home. 
Slowing to a landing speed, the 7 year old resting her hind legs into the outcrop of a well crafted tree houses. The walls lined with black stripes and yellow flowers, the Queen’s favorite. 
Leaves casted shadows along her back and spine, then with a revolving speed, Juniper was embraced in warm love. Confused and dazed, the young dragon blinked, and then her mother’s facial posture stung into her eyes like the most comforting. Feeling in the world. 
”My sweet amazing wonderful dragonet! You were gone for over 3 days and we ALL thought you and Spruce had died! Oh Chickadee, I need more time with you!” 
The deep sage green leafwing released her, Juniper had almost forgotten that Spruce and her had been patrolling and recounting the amount of trees removed and destroyed for 3 whole days. 
“See, I told you that it was only 3 days and that Juniper would be back before you had any time to worry, Dear.” Her father swung out of a tree, he and her mother must've been relaxing and awaiting the return of their children. 
“Evergreen and Elowen already got back. Oh you 3 are so amazing I am so happy you’re alive!” Her mother praised, giving Juniper the kindest most loving eyes ever. 
Eloy and Green are back? She thought her siblings were still out sense neither her nor Spruce found message to say they were anywhere. Messages to other patrols were a custom LeafWing’s performed to alert their allies of their location. 
“Relax, Wisteria.” Her father murmured, rubbing his wife’s shoulders in a massage-ish manner. Her mother laid her head on his shoulder and beckoned her daughter forward. 
“Juniper! Stop running and let me explain!” Spruce’s voice called after her as she prepared to trek after her parents. Her deep blue eyes filled with rage and she spun around and stomped toward him. 
“NO. Spruce. No.” She hit him with her tail and twisted back after the 2 leafwings, Spruce is the worst. I hate him and want to kill him and he will never marry me!!! Her mind roared.
=== Chapter 2: Queenie ===
The lavender sky churned likes he tides of flowing rivers and sparkling waterfalls as large blue velvet wings sliced the warm clouds into fog trails. The moon glittering over the sea left glints of pearly white across crashing waves, a SilkWing breathed in then out. In then out. She sailed sleek and smooth through the air, her body eased and calm in her fly.
This was like a dream, a wonderful never fighting no reason to fight, world. Queenie looked around in her universe of peace and kindness, how could anyone want to ruin it? WHy would any dragon think destroying those trees was fun? Because its tooo beautiful? 
Yes, this was the only place where nobody could fight. Peace peace peace, that was the only thing allowed. Why give up your tribe when you could invite EVERYONE to come fly together. 
That’s my ideal world. Queenie thought with a cool smile, her butterfly wings sending a gentle rise then fall of fog into the never failing heavens. 
She blinked, something was happening below her, and with a loud yelp, Queenie was torn from the air and into the ground below, her wings flapping rapidly and violently. Then she sunk sunk sunk until her body almost hit the ocean floor. 
With a gasp, the SilkWing tumbled off her bed, breathing heavily and clutching her throbbing chest that had just crashed into the soft sand floor. Gathering herself, she forced herself up to her talons, arms trembling. 
Eyes shut, Queenie took a moment to reorient herself, her smooth scales rubbing against the long elegant structure of her torso. A shimmering gleam of cool water flowed into her hut, sending dark casts shivering with dampness across the grains. 
”Queenie!” A raspy tone called into the reed walls of her temporary home. 
With a gentle shake of her head, the blue dragon opened her eyes up. Light poured in as she tred to her doorway, talons sinking into the soft shifting terrain. She ducked from the arch into the dusky light of a rainy day, it was time to head to the hives and join in the tribe’s activities of betrayal to the leafwings. 
“You are so stubborn, come on, the savvana is lovely today.” It was Queenie’s grandmother, the most feisty of them all. 
“Grama, I don’t want to watch Zebras today. We need to go help the LeafWings! Like good helpful allies, not blasted rotten worms.” She argued, pulling her bags from the little hut that would soon be removed. 
“I know, I know.. but you should also know that Wasp is a spiky hive wing, she wont let us help.” The pair began to leave the seaside. 
The 2 Silkwings set off toward Wasp Hive, flying together to their new home. Time went by fats when you flew, so it didn’t take too long before night had fallen and their butterfly wings were tired and achy. 
“Grama, Look.” Queenie whispered, point down at a huge fire on the savvana. 
“My my.. they’re burning trees!” 
“With FlameSilk!” 
The 2 dragons stared at each other as they stopped their flight, the scent of heavy smoke coiling up to engulf their nostrils and eyes and sending a horrible cough into their functions. 
Coughing out they dove down to the grounds and weeds of grass. They landed, scales brushing against eh thin glades of grass on the huge long stretch of world. 
 
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