Wings of Fire Winglets: Wrath

=== WARNING: ===
This page contains themes such as death, arson, clinical illness, death, blood, gore, mental health issues, and other things that may be considered inappropriate for younger audiences. Please view with caution. The main characters are Capella, Rose, Note, Fatesinger, and Carol. Their pages contain spoliers! View with caution!
=== DISCLAIMER ===
Songs featured in this winglet are I Bet My Life by Imagine Dragons, Real Good Feeling by Oh the Larceny, Queen by Lauren Grey, I’m Back by Royal Deluxe, Never Enough from The Greatest Showman, and more will be added. These songs do not belong to me. All credit goes to the artists. Some of the lyrics are edited.
=== Prologue ===
Darkness was split by a loud roar. Flames exploded from under the metal door. The single dragon in the whole building that was left alive stood in front of the door, horrified. Her dusty purple scales reflected the eerie orange glow. Another roar. The NightWing, with a terror-stricken expression, turned and ran as the pounding against the door grew ever louder. Grabbing the midnight blue egg from the next in the room over, she screamed and dashed down the hall as the door exploded in a ball of fire. 
Go, go, GO!  The NightWing urged herself as she skidded up to the door and fumbled with the keys in her talons.
A snarl came from behind her. Heat seeped into the NightWing’s scales as she jammed the key into the lock.
As soon as she threw it open, a SandWing caught her by the throat. “Well done, Moonflower.” He hissed with a sneer. “You’ve brought the Burning Sun a great reward today.” Flicking his tail, an IceWing and two MudWings ran inside the building as Moonflower dangled in midair, clutching her egg. “Storm, take the egg and raise it as your own.” The SandWing ordered. A stormy blue SeaWing wrenched the egg from her grip and she screamed as rain started pouring down. 
“Why?” She coughed out. “It was simply an experiment . . . An accident!” She cast him a begging look as her wings fell limp. “Dust’storm, if you have any sympathy, please . . . Let me—“ Her eyes widened as blood poured from her neck. 
Dust’storm’s bloodstained talon dropped her, and she fell to the ground with a gargling scream. He nodded to the SeaWing. “Go. I’ll clean this up . . . Nice and tidy.” He grinned as the MudWings led by the IceWing exited, dragging a struggling dragon behind them.
It had scales that billowed fire and what looked like a mane of flame down its neck. It was a SkyWing. The muzzle on its face spurted fire as it struggled against the captors.
“This is the experiment,” The IceWing reported. “A firescales. It wasn’t born, it was . . .” His eyes narrowed. “It was created.”
== Part One: Capella’s Song ==
=== Chapter One ===
Capella raised his head in the air, inhaling deeply. “Dad?” The morning light reflected off of his gold-tan scales. He had brown plated scales with darker brown designs and yellow eyes. He also had pink accents and a sail that was very light, almost white-tan with pale baby blue. His eyes shone in anticipation as he bounded downstairs. “Daaad? Mom?” He walked around in the den, knowing his parents should be awake by now. The den floor was warm sand, and candles flickered on the walls. Pale sunlight streaked through the sunroof, lighting the couch and a small section of the kitchen. Capella’s claws sifted through the sand. “M—“
”Capella! Happy hatching day!”
Capella yelped, jumping up and twirling in midair. He beamed and rushed into his parent’s arms. “Mom! Dad!” They laughed. Capella’s father, Fallen, tossed Capella into the air. 
“Happy hatching day indeed,” Rush, Capella’s mother, smiled. She was a Rain-Sand hybrid, with RainWing body stature, SandWing scales, and a non-curved barb. She had rosy pink and orange sunset scales. Her blue eyes sparked in delight as she placed her wing over Capella, squeezing him affectionately. Fallen was a SandWing with yellow scales and tan speckles. He had white-gold eyes and freckles dotted about. “Come on!” Rush exclaimed. “Open your gift!”
”Before breakfast?” Fallen and Capella asked in unison. They looked at each other and erupted in laughter. Rush snorted and swept Capella off his talons and set him down in front of a big box. “Go on,” She chirped. “Open it!”
~~~~~~Years Later~~~~~~
Capella slung his backpack over his shoulder and strapped on his banjo. “Ready dad?” Fallen nodded, and he shook out his wings. 
Fallen smiled, the sun making the cool mountain mist around them glittered and his SandWing scales were shining with dew. “I’m ready to go home, for sure.” He stretched his wings. “I haven’t heard from Rush in a while. Hopefully she got our letter!” He looked down fondly on Capella. “You’ve really made a name for yourself, kid.” 
Capella’s barbed tail flicked around behind him. As the gold tail band on his tail collected mist, he playfully flicked it at Fallen. His father snorted and nudged him. “It was never me,” Capella replied. “Music is a natural talent.” As he stood on the Sky Kingdom soil he smiled. “We should head back to mother. I miss her.” 
The pair jumped into the air, Fallen and Capella wing-to-wing. Capella hummed to himself as they glided through the air. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the song flow through his head. “Hey dad?” He asked after a while. 
Fallen nodded and looked at his son. “Yes? What’s up?” He fingered his golden ring, making his usual habit of slipping it from one claw to the other. 
”Do you think I’ll ever be able to be a singer? An actual singer? Like, one that Queens invite to weddings and such.” Inside he knew he had a chance, but wanted to see if his father thought so as well. 
Fallen smiled at his son. “Capella, you can do anything if you put your mind to it. I believe in you.” He gave him a reassuring nod. 
Capella took a deep breath and smiled to himself. “I will then,” He decided. “I will.” 
~~~ 
”SAND!” Capella hurtled towards the Sand Kingdom, grinning. The warm sun heated his scales, and his long tail streaked behind him as he dove through a dune, exploding from the other side in a shower of sand. Fallen snorted and swooped down to him. The two skimmed feet from the sand, heading for a hut in the distance. Excitement surged through Capella as they neared more and more huts. 
“GET DOWN!” 
Fallen tackled Capella out of the air, and the father-son duo rolled along the ground as a shooting ball of flame fell from the sky. It was shaped . . . Like a dragon. More dragons followed, landing on the roofs of houses and burning them to the ground. The flames reflected off of Capella’s eyes as he screamed in terror and barreled into the fire. 
”Capella!” Fallen sprinted after him, dragging the dragonet out of the way of a dragonflame cactus bomb. “This is the Burning Sun,” He snarled. “They’re a terrorist organization. Capella, we have to hid—“ 
Another explosion sent them flying. Capella shrieked as his banjo smashed against the wall of a hut and he was thrown to the ground. SandWings swept past, torching the bodies of victims. A SandWing with a nasty scar on his eye eyed Capella but ignored him and flapped past. There the two lay, for what felt like hours until the billow of fire and the Burning Sun swooped into the air. Tears formed in Capella’s eyes as he discarded his fractured instrument and dashed through the streets until he came to his house. 
”N-no . . .” Rush lay bleeding and on fire in the doorway, her talon outstretched and eyes rolled back. The home was engulfed in flames. “NOOOOOOOO!” Capella screamed. Fallen appeared by his side, shocked into silence. 
”Rush?!” Fallen shot into the rubble, dragging the poor hybrid out and laying her on the sand. “My love, please . . .” He felt her wrist and tears fell down his snout. “No . . . NO! Rush, please, I’m sorry . . . If only we were faster we could’ve—!” 
Capella was sobbing, his wings draped on the ground as Queen Thorn’s Outclaws descended from the sky. “Mama . . .” Capella wailed. “Wake up! WAKE UP! PLEASE!” The dragonet clutched the burnt corpse of his mother beside Fallen, the two crying. “Please . . .” As he lay his head on her chest, his eyes closed and his mind slipped away, exhaustion taking over. 
=== Chapter Two ===
Capella sat on the sand dune, his expression sorrowful. It had been five days since the attack, and they were heading to the SandWing Stronghold. Fallen lay nestled in the curve of the dune, still asleep. Capella knew it was almost time for the summer solstice celebration—and that meant it was his birthday. He was hatched on the day of the solstice.
”Capella?” 
“You’re awake!” Capella exclaimed, turning to see his father walking up to him. “That’s the stronghold.” He pointed at the hazy structure in the distance.
Fallen nodded, his eyes glassy and tear-stained. “We should head over.”
Capella glanced at him. “Are you alright?” Fallen let out a long sigh. The two sat there in the early morning sun for a while in silence. Capella quietly munched on dried lizard from his bag until his father replied.
”No.” He stood and nodded to Capella. “Come on.” The two jumped into the air and started flying. Capella saw a group of fifteen SandWings laughing and joyful, heading for the stronghold as well. As they neared, more and more SandWings and even different tribes such as SkyWings, NightWings, and RainWings could be seen heading for the stronghold. “This festival is huge,” Fallen breathed.
Capella nodded. “Yeah . . .”
”Try to be happy, alright?” Fallen asked. “This is the one day of the year that we get to enjoy . . . Deal?”
“Deal,” Capella nodded. They got closer, and the dragonet gasped. SandWings and SkyWings lined the Stronghold walls, all playing instruments. SandWings laughed as they played the drums, casting a lovely sound over the festival below. The pair landed at the open gates, and Fallen nudged him with a small smile. “Come on!” Capella exclaimed. They bounded through the gates, and gasped.
Around two hundred dragons bustled around, dancing and laughing, Stalls were set up with wears, and Queen Thorn watched with a grin from a balcony above everyone. Dragonets giggled as they chased beetles around, and adults enjoyed a cool drink.
”This is incredible,” Capella breathed. “There are so many dragons!”
Fallen’s eyes were wide in astonishment. “This place is huge!”
Capella yelped as a strange looking SandWing dragonet a little older than him waved at him and called, “HEY! Come on over here!” Fallen nodded, and he walked over with a curious look. “What is it?” Capella asked. He saw the dragonet was playing a set of bongos. He had dark brown and pale almost white scales, with black claws and speckles. The undersides of his wings had the image of dunes, and flecks of black.
”Can you play?” He asked, pointing with his barbed tail at a guitar. “The name’s Note. Who are you?”
Capella smiled. “I’m Capella. And yeah, I can play. May I?”
”Phht, MAY you? Go ahead!” Note said all this all while keeping a perfect beat. Capella nodded his head to the rythm and jumped in on the song. “This is the song I Bet My Life,” Note said. “You know it?”
Capella grinned. “So, I bet my life, I bet my life, I bet my life on you!” Note laughed as they jumped into the chorus, and dragons watched as the two dragonets played. Fallen watched with a smile and nodded with a smile at Capella. Soon they had the crowd singing, all of them seeming shocked that two dragonets could do it all by themselves. “So I’m sorry for everything I’ve done . . . So I bet my life, I bet my life, I bet my life on you!” 
Note finished the song and grinned at Capella. “What song do you want to play, Capella?”
”How about Real Good Feeling?” Capella suggested. 
Note started and Capella strummed the guitar, then frowned and picked up a banjo instead. “Turn up another notch, you haven’t seen nothing yet! Let me tell you something, let me tell you something. Right now, right now, right now, right now . . . Got a real good feeling, Got a real good feeling, I’m going higher than I’ve ever known! Right now right now, Oooooh, let me tell you something, let me tell you something, let me tell you something right now right now . . .”
Capella couldn’t remember a time he had this much fun. As the crowd sang along, his tail swished around behind him. “I’ve got a real good feeling!”
As they clapped, a warm sensation flooded over him. He high-hived Note and the two of them laughed. Capella’s eyes widened and he looked over as a song started as a bunch of very important dragons walked in. He recognized the song as Queen. They must be Queen Ruby, Queen Glory, and Queen Reed, of the SkyWings, RainWings(NightWings), and MudWings!
”Glory, Reed, Ruby!” Thorn exclaimed, gliding down to them. She nodded. “Welcome.”
Reed nodded respectfully. “I thank you for the opportunity to be here.”
”Same here,” Glory added. “Now where’s Sunn—“
A yellow dragon swooped down and tackled Glory. One of Thorn’s guards almost stabbed the dragon with a spear, but it was Princess Sunny.
Note tapped Capella on the shoulder. “Hey, thanks for playing with me.”
”No problem,” Capella replied. “Where are you from?”
”The Scorpion Den,” Note replied. “I’m an orphan. Just doin’ my thing, playing and going around having some fun! What about you?”
Capella sighed. “I was traveling around with my father until a few days ago. The Burning Sun burned down my town, and my m-m-mother died.” He shivered. “Today’s my hatching day.”
Note gave him a small smile. “I’m sorry about that.”
”It‘s okay.” He strummed the guitar. “Move over, this is happenin’, I am back again,” He sang softly. 
“Is that song I’m Back by Royals?” He asked. 
Capella nodded. ‘Back in the saddle, back in the chase, I’m not one who stays in one place, still got my heart, still got my name, tell everybody that I’m back!” He smiled. “I’m back, I’m back.” He looked up and noticed the queens were watching them. Note gave him a reassuring smile and they continued.
”Where did you learn to play?” Ruby asked after they were finished.
”I-uh-I’m self-taught,” Capella replied nervously.
Note grinned. “Me too. I taught myself.”
Ruby nodded. “Very nice.”
Capella looked over at his new friend. “Did we just talk to the SkyWing Queen?”
~~~
It was the next day, and Capella and Fallen were browsing the stalls. “Look!” Capella chirped. “It’s a pineapple!”
Fallen laughed. “Yes, it is!” He placed some coins down, and bought some food as well as a bottle of something Capella didn’t recognize. “Come on,” He smirked.
Capella followed after him, beaming. Today’s gonna be a great day!
=== Chapter Three ===
Capella shook out his wings as he looked up at the night sky. Dragons still milled about below the wall he was sitting on, though some groups were leaving. It’s a week long celebration, Capella thought. I wonder if we’re staying.
“Capella?” 
He turned to see Note standing behind him. “Yeah?”
Note smiled and sat next to him. “How old are you?”
“Five.” Capella replied slowly. “What about you? You look older than me.”
“I’m six,” Note said, then abruptly added; “And I was wondering if you wanted to start a band with me.”
Capella blinked. He had only known the dragon for two days and he was asking to start a living? Capella smiled. “Really? I’ve always wanted to do something like that, but aren’t we a little young? And plus, we need more dragons.”
Note nudged him gently and looked up at the full moons. “Life is only so long. Don’t wait to live.” After a few minutes he continued. “Also, with your singing and my music, I’m sure we could attract a few interested dragons.”
“You really think so?” Capella replied quietly. “I dunno . . . I’d have to ask my dad. We’d be going out on our own! Isn’t that the least bit scary to you?”
Note shrugged to himself. “I’ve been on my own since I hatched. Stealing to make a living. I think it’s about time I did something with my talent.”
Capella nodded. “Then I’m in. Well, if my dad is.”
~~~
“You want to WHAT?” Fallen shouted. “It’s only been a week since—Capella! How could you even think of going out on your own?! You’re far too young, and the terrorists are everywhere.”
Capella cringed. Note stood awkwardly in the door of the pair’s rented room. “Dad,” He protested. “This is my dream! We’ll stay safe! Note knows his way around the Scorpion den. And we can defend ourselves!” He raised his tail barb in emphasis.
Fallen growled to himself. “I can’t believe this.”
Capella’s eyes widened as he looked past Fallen and saw a bottle of what looked like SkyWing whiskey, empty on the table. “You know what?” He squeaked. “Never mind. Forget I said anything.”
“Ah-ah-ah,” Fallen snapped, his words more slurred. “No, sir. I won’t forget the stunt you pulled at the festival today either. You’re grounded.”
“WHAT?!” Capella shrieked. “Father—!”
Fallen’s tail swished dangerously behind him. “To your room, now. And I don’t want you hanging around that mutt anymore.” He nodded at Note, who scowled at him and stepped inside.
“‘Mutt’?” Note snapped. “Just because my colors are odd doesn’t mean you can refer to me like a mutated mess!”
Fallen flared his wings. “Are you talking back to me, dragonet?”
“Well, yes, I suppose I am,” Note retorted. “You oughta’ give anyone their deserved respect, even dragonets. Just because you made a bad decision doesn’t mean you can snap at me!”
Capella cried out as Fallen threw Note across the room and into the wall with his wing. He rushed to his side, and angry tears brimmed in Capella’s eyes as he saw Note was unconscious.
“MOM IS DEAD!” Capella screamed. “But you can’t just—“ He picked up the whiskey bottle and threw it at Fallen’s chest, where he caught it. “—You can’t throw yourself away! You just hurt my friend!”
Fallen stumbled to the side. “Grounded. Get to your room,” He grumbled
Capella wiped tears from his eyes and slammed open the door to outside. He grabbed Note and slung his skinny frame over his shoulder and promptly walked out, smacking the door shut on his way out.
Note groaned and stirred. “What—happened?” He climbed off of Capella and held his head. “Ow.”
“I’m sorry,” Capella squeaked. “He’s not usually like that. He’s not in the right headspace if you know what I mean.”
“Drunk.” Note growled. “Trust me, I’ve taken a lot worse from much drunker dragons.”
Capella sat down, defeated. “What now? He’s gonna be mad at me forever.”
Note gave him a sly smile. “Do we need his blessing? After all . . .” He pointed towards the brightening horizon. “Happy hatching day, Capella! You’re six.”
~~~
Capella met Note at the SandWing stronghold gates, a pack on his back and a determined look on his face. A SandWing LeafWing hybrid was standing next to Note, and she introduced herself as Succulent.
“I’m here to escort you two to the Scorpion Den,” She announced. Her pale mint green scales reflected the light and made her thin yellow leaf-shaped wings seem to glow in the early morning light. Her wings were extremely large, weirdly big for a Sand-Leaf.
“Really?” Capella asked.
Note smiled and nodded. “She’s a friend of mine, I met her at the Scorpion Den.” 
“Awesome!” Capella exclaimed. “This is very exiting and nerve wracking,” He added. “Thanks for helping, Succulent.”
The hybrid nodded with a smile. “Come on!”
~~~
”The Scorpion Den!” Capella exclaimed. “It’s so big!” The scorpion shaped structure loomed in the distance, and they saw lots of SandWings heading to the Stronghold.
Succulent nodded, her huge wings fanning out over them as they flew. Note touched down first, his stature was confident and exited. Capella landed next to him, and Succulent did as well.
”Alright,” Succulent said with a smile. “Send me a letter if you need help—here,” She gave Note a card and a set of keys. “You guys have a room in the Spire. The room number is on the card.” She nodded at them. “I’ll be there tonight! But for now, see you later! Oh . . .” She nudged them. “And good luck.”
== Fatesinger’s Hope ==
=== Chapter Four ===
(Content warning: This chapter is extremely dark and contains things that can upset most people. Read Fatesinger’s page if you would like to know what happens, but do not want to read this chapter. —Starscatter)
Fatesinger’s vision was fading in and out. Her skinny body was shuddering as she lay in the middle of the forest, alone. Abandoned. She was sick, and deep down she thought—no, knew she was going to die. Fate curled into a ball, shuddering as her scales seemed to freeze.
”Is that a dragonet?” A voice asked, seeming faraway and dull.
“I think so—Mayan, it looks dead!” Another voice exclaimed.
Fatesinger felt talons under her scales, but then everything faded black.
~~~
Fatesinger’s eyes blinked open slowly, her talons grasping at the air as she made a small noise. She appeared to be in a hut. Flowering vines creeped in the windows, and she lay on a leaf cot with a woven blanket over her. Two RainWings sat there also, one of them was white with golden spots, and he had blue eyes. The other was a green dragoness with magenta and pale red zebra-like stripes on her arms, and tail. 
“Hello there, little one,” The white one said with a smile. “My name is Cockatoo. Who are you?”
“I . . .” Fatesinger lowered her head. “M-my m-m-mom left me,” She squeaked. “In the forest . . .” Fate shivered.
The other RainWing looked devastated. “I’m so sorry . . .” She breathed. “I’m Mayan. What’s your name?”
”F-Fatesinger,” She replied. “Where . . .” 
Cockatoo placed a talon on her shoulder. “Don’t worry. You’re safe now.” 
~~~~A Few Years Later~~~~ 
Fatesinger stood on the balcony of their hut with a smile. Mayan sat next to her, her nose in a book. Fate picked a mango from the basket and tossed it between her claws. “Do you know when Cockatoo will be back?” Her wings fluttered at her sides as a calm breeze washed through the jungle. 
Mayan looked up and closed her book. “Soon, I’m sure. The sun is going down, so he’ll be back from the meeting quickly.” Her wings and tail faded to a sunset color, and she put her large wing around Fatesinger. 
“Why is he meeting with Queen Glory again?” Fatesinger asked. The dragonet cuddled closer to Mayan with a smile. She finally felt something she had never felt before. She felt . . . Safe. Loved. Happy. With her actual family, she always felt threatened and lonely, sad, dispairful, and just . . . Cold. 
Mayan smiled at her adoptive daughter. “He’s just getting some permission to build us a new home to make some more space for us! Of course, we’re quite on the edge of the forest, so he just wanted to get permission so nothing happens.” 
Fatesinger bit her lip. “Do you think . . . Do you think he’ll see my parents?” 
Mayan sighed and started to speak. Before she could say anything, Cockatoo swooped through the trees. 
”Mayan! Fatesinger!” He trilled, “I have great news!” 
Mayan and Fate glided down and landed in front of him. He wrapped them in his white and yellow streaked wings and cheerful spirit. “What happened?” Mayan asked, grinning happily. 
Cockatoo’s tail curled up and pink surged through his scales. “I’m going to start working on our new home tomorrow!” 
Fatesinger felt warm, happy tears in her eyes as Cockatoo hugged her. She was never hugged from her mother or father, especially after they separated. 
”Why don’t we go on a walk?” Mayan suggested. “And you can tell us everything that happened.” 
Cockatoo nodded. “Of course! Let’s do it!” Fatesinger nodded quickly and bounced after them as they walked ahead. Fatesinger drifted around as they strolled along the outside of the rainforest. She found a patch of flowers and smiled to herself as she walked, and picked a big bright red bloom, holding it gently in her claws. 
But . . . That’s when everything unraveled. 
Fatesinger looked up, and squinted curiously as she saw something big and bright in the sky. “Is that a star?” She asked, pointing up at the flame-like thing coming towards them. 
”Good . . . Good question,” Cockatoo said slowly. “What is that?” 
Before Mayan could say anything, the firey thing grew larger, more dragon-shaped. A scream exited her throat just before the flaming dragon rocketed into the forest. 
Cockatoo roared as ash and embers erupted around them, flames instantly igniting. As the dragon touched down, the grass and underbrush burst into flames. The dragon’s eyes were glowing unsettlingly, and its wings were extended to either side of it. More dragons landed, all clad in armor with crimson sun symbols painted on the right shoulder and forehead. 
”What’s going on here?!” Cockatoo shouted, spreading his wings to protect Fatesinger and Mayan. He looked left and right, his eyes obviously straining from the smoke that coiled into the air. 
Fate looked over his wing at the flaming dragon who was just . . . Standing there as flames erupted from her scales and sparked off her wings and onto the trees. Smoke invaded her senses, clawing at the insides of her lungs and burning her throat. “Mayan?” She cried as a gold-armor clad SandWing stepped forward. 
“Look at these three,” He snarled in a low tone. His front talons were bloodstained, as well as his tail barb that had a wickedly sharp and serrated edge. “Hm . . .” Hope rose in Fatesinger as he started to turn away. Then her stomach dropped. “Kill them.” 
The flaming dragon roared and its eyes glowed blue-white for a moment. Then heat exploded over Fate’s scales and she screamed. The SandWing grabbed her wing and threw her against a tree. “NO!” Fatesinger screeched as Cockatoo flared his wings, shoving Mayan back and away from the firey beast. Tears from both terror and the smoke flooded from Fatesinger’s eyes as the dragon grabbed Cockatoo and Mayab by the throats, holding them up as they screamed in agony. 
“NOOOOO!” Fate got up and tried to rush to Mayan and Cockatoo as they writhed, flames exploding out of their gaping mouths and off their scales. The SandWing snatched her horn as the two RainWings fell limp and threw her again. 
“Take her,” he ordered. “She’ll fetch a high price.” 
The last thing Fatesinger saw before she blacked out was the firey dragon slowly turning around, fire-like tears streaming from her harrowing blue eyes. 
=== Chapter Five ===
A white blur. Fur across her scales. Bleary, chilled steps through a white powder that stabbed into her claws. Sharp pain in her eyes. Burns on her tail. All this was compiled into a fuzzy, blurry landscape of icy death. Fatesinger fell into a snow bank and her muscles relaxed. Just let me die, she thought. Please . . . Her wishes were short lived as a dragon stood above her with an all-too happy grin that Fate could barely see.
”Come along! We’re almost there!” The dragon exclaimed. She was an IceWing of some kind of nobility, with a dapper silver top hat and a polar bear cloak. Her scales were pure white with some streaks of navy blue and grey. She helped Fate up and bounced along, guards and three servants boxing the NightWing dragonet in.
Fatesinger’s vision cleared enough for her to make out a large glacier ahead of them. It was carved into a sort of palace structure, but not as grand as an actual castle. The guards grabbed her arms and jumped into the air, dragging her after them as they soared high over the icy water and towards the glacier.
”Welcome to the Arctic Estate,” The first IceWing exclaimed. “I’m your master, Marble. Come along!” She landed daintily on the ice and adjusted her top hat, revealing a long black staff with a polar bear head carved into the top. She gently bonked Fatesinger with it to get her walking, and they entered the estate.
This place is huge, Fate thought as they entered the greeting room. The huge, tall space has light orbs floating about, and ice sculptures shaped like plants lined the walls. A sparce table, three chairs, and rug was all that adorned the huge room. “Why . . .” She managed to say. “Why am I here?”
”Phht!” Marble snorted, as if that was the most hilarious thing she’d ever heard. “I bought you, silly dragonet! Your wings are so pretty, you know,” she commented, forcefully opening the membrane with a smile. “Alright, I have a party to get ready for! Come along!” She turned and trotted down a hallway.
“AHEM,” A stiff grey guard smacked her with a spear grouchily. “Get going.”
Fatesinger followed Marble into a long dining room. The head chair was carved from ice, polar bear heads as the arm rests, and a back rest of gracefully cascading water-like ice. Fate reached out her talon to brush the sculpture, but Marbe whacked her talon with the staff. 
“No touchy!” Marble chirped, a grin still plastered on her stupid face.
I already want to claw her eyes out and throw her remains out a window, Fate thought, regaining her inner fire. Idiot. “Right,” She hissed. “No touching.”
Marble gestured to a hanging circular ring made of carved wood laced with silver. “That’s for you! You’ll perch there with your wings out like a pretty decoration!” Marble exclaimed exidedly. “Go on!” She shoved Fatesinger onto the ring and clamped a chain onto her wrist to keep her there. Fate slowly unfurled her wings, revealing the ocean and stars pattern beneath. The moons on her wings shone silver, and Marble clapped happily. “Perfect! The guests will be here any minute!”
Servants bustled about as Marble pulled a lever, raising the ring above the ground. Fatesinger watched with an unreadable gaze as important-looking IceWings streamed into the room, each snooty dragon taking a place at the table. Servants placed moon globes on pedestals for light and guards were posted at the doors and windows. As if they know I want to escape, Fatesinger thought. Though I wouldn’t make it far. I’d freeze before long. Suddenly, tears brimmed in her eyes. Cockatoo and Mayan flashed before eyes, their screams filling her ears. She held her eyes, blinking rapidly as the image left her. She realized everyone was watching her, and her wings were squeezed tight to her sides.
”Ahem,” Marble hissed, clearing her throat. “I said she is the prettiest one I could find.”
Fatesinger got the hint and stretched out her wings as wide as she could. The guests ooh-ed and ahh-ed, much to the delight of Marble. “My name is Fatesinger,” She announced, and everyone suddenly felt silent. Marble turned in her chair and glared pointedly. “This sniveling excuse for an IceWing bought me off the black market after a terrorist organization brutally murdered my only family before my eyes. I’d hardly say she’s an excuse for a party of any kind.”
”Wh—“ Marble jumped to her claws. “She doesn’t know what she’s talking about. Everest!” A guard rushed over and clamped a muzzle over Fate’s snout. The NightWing recoiled, shaking her head to try and get it off. “Like I said,” Marble hissed. “She’s just a stupid NightWing.” She smacked Fatesinger with her staff and sat back down. “Anywho, who’s hungry?”
~~~
Days passed in a dreary cycle. Fatesinger was in a constant blizzard of pain, hunger, cold, and anger. Her feelings bubbled and brewed inside her, her resentment growing every day for Marble. Fate clenched her fist whenever Marble walked into her “room” (AKA the basement), and cheerily ordered her to get to work. 
Fatesinger watched as the table underneath her was slid away and a dance floor was laid out. Music started playing, and Marble practiced her dance with her betrothed, Seal, who had an equal tolerance for her as Fate. She knew the party would start soon, so Fate started to hatch her plan as she listened to the IceWing music and watch Marble dance. 
Step 1: Get muzzle and chain off . . . Somehow. Step 2: Get down unnoticed, preferably during dance when everyone is distracted. Step 3: sneak over to window and use the pot to break the window. Step 4: get outside and swing down to the basement to hopefully get something warm. Step 5: Escape back to the Rainforest.
Fatesinger sighed. Five steps. One hour. Do or die. She smirked. That sounds so dramatic. Her tail flicked beneath her as her head swayed to the music. The door slowly opened, dramatically revealing Princess Silver Aurora of the IceWings. 
“My princess!” Marble exclaimed, rushing to bow. “Welcome!”
Silver’s tail swished behind her. “Thank you for the invitation, Mistress Marble. My mother insisted I not be rude and deny your . . . Generous invitation.”
Fatesinger watched as more dragons streamed in, and Silver Aurora stood in a corner while Marble chattered away annoyingly. Fate tugged at the muzzle on her snout, her ring swinging a little as she pulled at it. Ow, ow OW—She finally got it off and grinned triumphantly. She aimed and threw it at Marble, hitting her on the back of the head and knocking her straight into the IceWing princess. Every single head in the room was turned to Fate.
“Uh oh.”
”GET HER!” Marble shouted. “BEHEAD HER IF YOU HAVE TO!” 
Fatesinger yelped and tried to jump off the ring, but the chain caught her. She blasted it with fire and it snapped, throwing her into the crowd. She tumbled into IceWings, knocking them down like bowling pins. She skidded on the ice, trying to use her claws to grip. Fate dodged a flying spear and threw herself at the window.
SMASH!
She screamed as she plummeted through the air, towards the glacial water. She hit the glacier’s side and bounced just enough so she could fling her wings out before she hit the water. Fate clamped her snout shut and swooped to a windowsill, noticing she had broken a bone in her wing. Her hears pricked up as she heard Marble hiss, “She’s dead. No NightWing could survive that fall.”
Fatesinger dropped onto the ice, barely stopping her slide before she fell into the water. Alright, she thought. Er, steps 1 through 3 . . . Completed? She shivered and bit her lip. Alright, now don’t die.
=== Chapter Six ===
~~~A Year Later~~~
Fatesinger sat down in front of two SandWings. “Hello,” She said confidently. “My name is Fatesinger. And your Capella and Note, right?” She picked up her guitar and started tuning it for a specific song.
”Yes!” Capella exclaimed. He grinned. “You’re the third guitarist for auditions, Fatesinger.”
”Hello. I’m Note. Are you single?” Note asked, receiving a jab from Capella, who hissed, “What the heck, Note? Don’t flirt with random dragons!” 
“I don’t mind,” Fate snickered. “Anyway, are you ready?” They nodded, and she took a deep breath. “I'm trying to hold my breath, let it stay this way, can't let this moment end. You set off a dream in me . . . Getting louder now, ca you hear it echoing? Take my hand, will you share this with me? 'Cause darling, without you, all the shine of a thousand candles, All the stars we steal from the night sky . . .Will never be enough, never be enough! Towers of gold are still too little, these hands could hold the world but it'll . . . Never be enough, never be enough . . .”
Note smiled at her. He leaned over and whispered something to Capella as she continued. “ . . . For me. Never, never. Never, never. Never, for me, for me . . . Never enough, never enough, never enough.For me, for me . . .For me . . . All the shine of a thousand candles, all the stars we steal from the night sky, will never be enough. Never be enough . . . Towers of gold are still too little, these hands could hold the world but it'll, never be enough, Never be enough . . . For me.” 
Fatesinger looked from Note to Capella as they looked at eachother. She gasped hopefully as Capella stood up and extended his talon. His serious expression widened into a grin. “Welcome to the band, Fatesinger!”
~~~More Years Later~~~
“Rose!” Fatesinger exclaimed, bouncing over to her friend. She was careful to not spill her champagne as she side-hugged the HiveWing. “Congratulations!”
Rose laughed. “Thank you, Fatesinger,” She said lightly. “It’s hard to believe I’m married to Capella of all dragons!” the two laughed.
Carol, the LeafWing, nodded respectively as she passed. “Congrats, Rose,” She said quietly.
Fate smiled as Note walked over, a big grin on his face. “Rose, Fate,” he nodded a hello. “Glad to see the bride!” he nudged Rose playfully. “Anyway, uh, Fatesinger, I was wondering if we could talk?”
Right now? Fate wondered. We’re not supposed to talk about this in public. “Okay,” She replied. “See you later, Rose!” She turned and followed Note over to a quiet corner. “What was that about?” She asked, flicking her tail. 
Note sighed. “I know, nobody knows about us. It’s just . . . Carol is acting strange, and it’s worrying me. She seems . . . Far away. Cold, if you know what I mean.”
”I do,” Fatesinger responded. “She seems like she’s planning something. Though, knowing her, she’s probably just annoyed that she has to interact with other dragons.”
”Fair point,” Note nodded. “We might want to keep an eye on her though.” He gave her a look. “And maybe use your magic if you have to.”
Fatesinger sighed. “I will. Now come on, let’s enjoy the party!” She brushed Note with her wing as she passed, feeling his gaze as she slipped back into the crowd. Capella was with Rose, and the two of them were getting congratulated by all sorts of dragons. Fate craned her neck as she saw Carol’s green scales shift through the crowd. Her brow furrowed as Carol exited the Stronghold, disappearing out the door. Fatesinger followed her from a distance, trailing after Carol as she gained speed walking down the stairs.
”Idiot,” She heard Carol hiss. “You’ll all see, you’ll all see.” Fate followed the LeafWing into an alleyway, watching from the back. Carol snuck up to a SandWing and tapped his shoulder. “You have it?” She asked. The SandWing handed her a crate and nodded. Carol smirked, setting the crate down at her claws. Fatesinger held back a scream as Carol suddenly pinned the SandWing, snapping his neck and cleanly slicing open his stomach. She wiped the blood off on his cloak and picked up the box, jumping into the air. When she flew away, Fatesinger dashed into the alley and felt the SandWing’s pulse.
He’s dead. She thought. Carol killed him. What is she hiding in that box? She flew up to get a better view and saw Carol heading back to the wedding venue. Wait. She’s going for the rest of them! Fate bolted through the sky, slamming into Carol before she opened the door. “Not so fast!” She shouted. “I won’t let you kill them!”
Carol blinked innocently, shoving Fate back. “What are you talking about? Kill who?”
”What’s in the box?” Fatesinger snapped. “Show me.”
Carol shrugged. “It’s a present, Fatesinger. Calm down.”
”Show me!” Fate ordered.
“Fine.” Carol slid open the crate’s lid, and Fatesinger yelped and jumped back as a snake struck at her. Carol reached in and let the silver snake with red eyes slither up her arm. Her eyes flashed and she looked over at Fate. “See? Harmless little pets.”
Fate flicked her tail. “Fine, but if I see you do anything, I can prove you murdered that SandWing.”
Carol’s face twisted into a sly grin. “What SandWing?” With that, she slipped back into the room, leaving Fatesinger alone in the cold night air.
== Rose’s Destiny ==
(WIP)
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