Wings of Fire (Pantala Tapestries)—Woven Together

== Disclaimer! ==
This is not an official Wings of Fire book. It is not in the Fanfic Arc Four category, and instead is better meant as a sort of Winglet Fanfic. Do not edit this without permission. LeafWings and HiveWings know each other, and in addition to all that, this is mostly based around the timeline of when Monarch was still alive.
== Main Characters: ==
SilkWings: Glow, Sage, Jasmine
HiveWings: Deathstalker, Feral
LeafWings: Azalea, Broad, Chokecherry, Snakeroot
Other: Skulk
== 1-The Beach ==
Glow didn’t like being pushed around by HiveWings, laughed at by LeafWings, or ignored by SilkWings.
This was pretty much her daily life—Wake up, eat breakfast, growl at those jerk dragons, go to sleep. She still wasn’t used to it. 
Queen Monarch should have done something; didn’t she see her niece getting stomped on? Didn’t she see everyone being mean? Didn’t she see how they treated her, like she was just a bit of ground to balance their steps or just a bit of flamesilk to abuse so they felt powerful?
She always wondered how other dragons felt—being poked and prodded and not fighting back, while here she was, wanting to murder them all for their crimes!
But I’m safe now. Free of their tyranny.
Well, temporarily, but that isn’t the point.
When she woke up, she knew she would see the beach. There would be a vast blue, the same color as the sky, but darker. There would be tiny soft grains of rocks and shells beneath her claws. There would be sun, as gold as the top layer of scales she possessed, bouncing light off her scales.
She smiled and snuggled deeper into the cocoon.
Oh, wait, was she awake? Was she thinking, not dreaming anymore, and actually looking at the glowing silk wrapped around her? 
She was.
Which meant it was time.
She strummed the strings of silk around her with her claws—they were golden and orange and red-looking, as if fire had been twisted around her to protect her from the world.
The silk was giving off a warm radiation that hugged her scales as she worked at slicing away the cocoon. She made a slit that looked like a slash on the cocoon, and peeked through into the light. She felt like she was breathing again, finally. She then wiggled her tail through the silk, opened her eyes, and pushed through the barrier.
And then she saw the wooden lattice walls surrounding the stone balcony, complete with silk hanging high and low from the ceiling. A flamesilk lantern—no, wait, a flamesilk chandelier—was positioned above her head. After that? 
A huge room with three LeafWings and one HiveWing.
Glow smiled, appreciative of her family’s supportive gaze, then stumbled out of her cocoon. There was small splatting on the roof of leaves. That’s odd, she thought, the realized it was raining.
Touching her claws to her snout, flames erupted from her wrist and wrapped around her claws. Glow’s eyes widened, and she looked around, recalling her memories of what had happened in this place.
Queen Monarch offered Glow a safe space to go through metamorphosis. Most dragons spun their cocoons with HiveWing and SilkWing guards posted around them, watching their every move. Instead, Glow was lead to The Grove of Monarch—she assumed because she was descended from royalty, she was required to morph here merely of tradition.
But she was a flamesilk, as her family very well must have known, and suddenly she realized that she was no longer safe. Monarch was the only dragon that was descended from flamesilks—but not a flamesilk herself—who wasn’t considered “dangerous.”
That means nobody else knows Mom, sister, and I are flamesilks.
That means nobody else can know.
She shook her head around and looked out from the lattice walls made of treestuff. Out there, beyond the tall trees, was the beach. A huge beach. 
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