Off in the Woods

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=== Prologue ===
"Weaver, I think we should head back." Said a Silkwing who shivered in the frigid cold air of the night. The Poison Jungle was already unfriendly, but at night it felt ominous.
"You can go Copper, but I'm staying. I am going to see this Hanging Tree." The Hivewing scoffed; he was leading the way through the brush of the jungle.
Dragons have been going missing and the Silkwing Assembly, Queen Jewel, and Queen Hazel have barely said anything. But they didn't need to. Rumors have spread that the missing dragons are being found hanged to a tree.
Weaver lost his brother, and he came back mutilated. Weaver wanted to know what is truly going on, wanted to end this.
He suddenly stopped. It's quiet...
No sound of animals, no sound of the wind that once was blowing fiercely. Weaver turned around and no Copper. Did she really leave him?
A sense of dread creeped up Weaver's spine like an unwelcomed spider. He tried to shake it off, but the dreadful thing gripped harder. Weaver took another step, not wanting to go back without knowing what is going on and then he heard it. A sound so soft that if a cricket chirped, he would have missed it.
"Come closer."
Hell, no! Weaver turned to catch up to Copper. If a voice in a dark jungle says " "Come closer" that is when you run all the way to Pyrrhia.
"Go farther than others, see the leaves fall as they all will fall."
Something in the voice caught Weaver. It sounded familiar... It sounded like his brother. Weaver turned angry, knowing that wasn't his brother but an imposter. How dare someone pretend to be my brother! Weaver thought as he charged forward. The canopy became thick and dense above him, blocking the already little moonlight, but yet Weaver continued to stomp through. The voice repeated itself, wanting Weaver to come closer, to see them all fall or something.
Suddenly, Weaver came upon an opening in the jungle where a large lifeless tree stood. The ground was barren, and it looked as of the trees were leaning away from the tree.
Weaver had heard enough of the rumors to know what he was looking at, the Hanging Tree. Cautiously, he stepped onto the barren dirt ground. He stepped closer to the tree that was said to be where the disappearing dragons reappear. Weaver still had the spider clinging to him, and he started to believe that this was a bad idea. The voice was silent, the world was silent. Weaver turned around him, going to leave and never come back but then he saw a dragon.
"Copper? Is that you?" Weaver asked his voice shaking. He knew that dragon isn't Copper as soon as he saw them, but he had hoped he was wrong. The dragon came forward silently, it was a cloaked dragon in some sort of gross cloth with two slits where the eyes stared.
"You came?" Said the cloaked dragon in a gravelly voice that echoed.
Weaver knew this was the dragon that had kidnapped and hanged the dragons. Weaver jumped ready to rip him apart at him but suddenly, everything went black.
When Weaver opened his eyes, he found himself ensnared by roots up in the air. He tried to call for help but his snout was held shut, not only that he felt something around his throat. Weaver's eyes went wide as realization struck, the spider leapt off and panic jumped on. He struggled, he fought, he tried to get free. He looked down at the mystery dragon.
"You shouldn't have come..."
The roots released and there was only silence as a dragon hung in the air.
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