Wings of Fire: The Wandering Trader - FANMADE

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Prequel:
Book 2: Wings of Fire: The Hybrid Isles - FANMADE
Book 3:
= DISCLAIMER: =
Due to lots of Writer's-block, new ideas, and literally just finishing book 15 for the first time, I've been (and most likely still will) rewriting this A LOT. So, if you've read this in an earlier start and are still interested, you may want to reread due to many story changes.
I plan to make a series upon this, so comments that at least say you know this page exists, would be very motivational. :]
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Taking some inspiration off Wings of Stone: The Lost Tribe (If you somehow haven't read it yet, check it out before this, I encourage you!); some of my vocabulary and writing techniques are based off it. Feel free to type any constructive criticism or suggestions in the comments if you want, or just comment you read this far. Happy flying :D!
= A Guide to The Dragons of Pyrrhia and Plantala: Updated and Edited by Starflight of the NightWings =
== Queens: ==
MudWing Queen: Mire
SandWing Queen: Cateye
SkyWing Queen: Cloud
SeaWing Queen: Lapis
RainWing/NightWing Queen: Starfruit
IceWing Queen: Apex
SilkWing/LeafWing Queen: Maple
HiveWing Queen: Click
== Map: ==
= Prologue: =
"Australis," Queen Hail greeted with a dip of her head. 
"Your majesty," Prince Australis replied, entering her sister's bedroom. "What did you need from me?"
Queen Hail raised her talons to readjust her crown, she straightened her coat, and began. "It doesn't seem you're contributing to the tribe too much, and if anything, you're disrespecting any IceWing who comes into your sight."
"And who told you that?" Australis roared, flinging out her wings as she stepped forward angrily; Hail flinched, taking a step back. "I've defended the tribe and I'd sacrifice myself for any of our dragons!" Australis shouted, offended.
Queen Hail sighed, stepping forward to finish her sentence. "You stole a dragonet's bit of walrus because you were on the job and bored, you 'borrowed' our narwhal horns for a prank which resulted in two dragonets getting severely injured, and eventually found a way to melt down Ferret's home!" Queen Hail sighed, raising her talons to her temples as if dealing with Australis was a headache, "And those are some of the most harmless things you've done." Hail stalked forward and glared down Australis, "You will fix what you're doing or we will take away your privileges, kick you out, and much more. I personally don't believe you'll enjoy anything like that." Queen Hail hissed the words as they slithered out her mouth. She took a deep breath and walked back, settling herself.
Australis would not like anything like that, so the answer was simple: change. But Australis was terrible at that. "Mhm, alright. I understand completely, what I did was wrong. I just need a second to breathe." She stepped back and after a few paces launched off the balcony and into the air.
"I hope to see you here tomorrow by sunrise!" Queen Hail shouted after Australis. She pretended not to hear it.
Australis continued to soar through the clear sky, she dipped down, diving close to a stream cracked between some ice and barely touching some of the water with her spiky tail, cods squirming out of the way. Another IceWing, who was dipped down to obviously catch them gave an angry glare to the Princess, she tried to ignore it as she pulled back her wings and boosted back into the air, He should've caught them earlier, Australis thought, snickering. Australis could definitely catch fish better than that!
Australis turned and torpedoed herself back to the balcony of Hail's bedroom, the Queen's bedroom. Australis kneeled down and about instantly flung herself down in a dive down the tunnel until she reached the bottom in just moments and she saw a long corridor which stretched forward, alcoves carved into each wall. Majority of the alcoves had jewelery which she could only assume were multiple animus objects. 
"Hm, that was easy." She thought, taking out a leather sack. "If I'm gonna leave, I'm gonna leave with something to help me out out there. ." I need to stop talking to myself, Australis thought, dipping forward until she could see the animus objects lined on the walls more clearly in the dim light.
Queen Snowfall kept majority of the animus objects which could and would be used for good safe and unharmed in the Treasury. The Queen after Snowfall didn't last too long, and she was anxious and timid over any secret, so she just never told anyone about the secret room in the Queen's bedroom. So, the idea of taking the objects never popped up for any of the royals with access to it, overtime, it just became an abandoned and almost forgotten room if anything. Of course, some old IceWings could never keep their mouths shut about anything they were told, so if they heard something about it, they'd shift it into some of their rhymes and fake prophecies that could scare any dragonet half to death for a few weeks.
Australis began dragging her talons across the alcoves carved into each wall until the whole wall was clear besides the inscriptions underneath it, she continued to do the same until the room was cleared. She might as well take some narwhal horns if she's already done all that, so, as quickly as she cleared the room, she leapt up and flew upwards until she reached the top and landed gracefully atop the where the foot of the bed used to be, Australis tapped the bed's frame, seeing if that would move it back, and it moved back as if there was a conveyor belt underneath moving it, yet it was annoyingly slow.
Australis smiled at the simple mission and turned around, ready to take off. "What are you doing?" Queen Hail snapped, infront of Australis.
She roared back, raising her wings in a shock as Queen Hail appeared infront of her. She almost about toppled under the bed which was slowly covering the tunnel to the animus objects. An idea snapped into her mind. She could knock Queen Hail into there, it could give Australis time to escape. Plus, Hail could probably open it back up if she looks hard enough, Australis thought. Her plan boosted into action, Queen Hail never was good at fighting anyway, Australis' mother had died of natural causes and Australis never wanted the throne in the first place, so she didn't fight her sister for it.
Australis flung forward, crouched and swung her tail towards Queen Hail's feet. Queen Hail tumbled but caught herself with her wings. The bed was about to cover the passage completely, Australis had to hurry up. She dug her hand into her leather sack full of animus objeccts, something would need to help her. She pulled out a scepter, Australis blew her frostbreath on it to give it more of a punch and swung it around. Queen Hail turned around after gasping at the drop she could've fell into, Australis charged the scepter into Queen Hail's chest. Queen Hail's head crashed into the wall as she tumbled down, blue blood splattering onto the ice floor. Queen Hail cleanly slipped through the crack of the passage and the bed, and in just a few moments, the passage was completely covered.
"Oh. Well, that works." Australis said, in about no sense of shock. She began to head to the balcony, she glanced over it, seeing what she was about to leave. Australis leapt off the balcony and over the IceWing's kingdom. It was time for her to start a new life, if Queen Hail found her way out, she'd be chasing Australis down in a minute's notice. RainWings are still pretty gullible compared to 300 years ago, maybe they'd trade their first egg for some jewelery if Australis said were magical. .
= Part 1 =
== Chapter 1: ==
Slothed's kind and welcoming scales faded into her usual pale, brown scales as the shopper had discarded into the crowd of dragons. She adjusted her cages, straightened her scrolls, and clawed more visible words into her wooden sign before slicing a claw through a skinned fish and finishing it in just a few bites, she had adjusted to a diet where she'd eat anything edible. 
"Hey, Strike! How're the kids?" An oddly joyful voice rang inside the flock of wings before two light red antennas leapt out of the mass of dragons. They were a Silkwing's nevertheless, but the dragon had only two wings. 
Obviously a hybrid, Slothed's expression immediately changed as the hybrid strode through the sides of the houses, only to stop, goggling at Slothed's stand. His eyes slipped through the cages and onto the sign, "Sloth. . ed's Animus Objects?" He glanced back and forth athe the sign and Slothed, waiting for her to correct him. 
She nodded, an annoyed orange bristling at the tips of her frills. He's probabaly just faking it; just waiting for when he could take advantage of me for his own benfits. 
"Ooh, Animus objects are hard to find, aren't they? So, what'ya got? Scrolls, cages-what are in the cages?-, and jewelery." He looked up and smiled at Slothed before adding, "I like the opals!" 
Slothed nodded again, not saying anything. 
"So, what do you want for them? I have scales. . Do Pyrrhian dragons take scales?" The red dragon said, flaring his loud and happy personality everywhere. 
"I trade." 
"Oh- okay, yup. Of course!" The pastel colored dragon said, furling his antennas as he checked underneath his wings desperately for something. "I——don't have anything. . ?" He smiled awkwardly, shrugging with his talons. 
"Okay," Slothed said, her expression nor voice changing. "Shoo." 
The's dragon's antenna's dropped sadly at the response. "But-" He sighed. "What animals do you have?" He attempted to look inside the cages with drapes, looking in the one closest to Slothed. 
A scavenger revealed its face. Its head was decorated with freckles and had orange fur dangling from it's top. It shouted in alarm when it saw Slothed. The small creature swung around, it shouted at the hybrid's appearance and it scrambled around, in search of an escape or hiding hole. 
"Oh- is that a human? You know you can't have those in cages. . Right?-I mean!-I don't mean to be rude, I'm sorry, that sounds rude! It's just- you could serve hard time in a prison for that." He explained as if he was a young dragonet who just learned something they found crazy. 
"Don't worry," Slothed pat the cage on the shoulder reassuringly. "This scaven-human likes it here. Isn't that right?" She turned and the scavenger scrambled around, shaking its little head, whailing loudly. Slothed wasn't impressed, and the red dragon didn't say it, but his expression said it all: he saw right through her act. 
"Uhm. . What do you want for the human?" He asked, dropping down to view the small creature better. 
"Something," Slothed said, swiping the cage back quickly. "But I don't suppose you have anything." 
His brows raised, "Hold on! I have. . Something. . Flamesilk!" 
Slothed snapped around, "You have Flamesilk?" 
"Yes, I have that; do you want it?" He asked, his face brightening as he seemed to be pulling Slothed's attention over for the bargain. 
"If you get me Flamesilk, this lil' thing is all yours." Slothed declared. She settled down quickly though, hushing her shout. 
"Okay. . Uhm, do you have a note or anything? I could sign my name on the cage maybe-do you know my name? Oh- I'm Crimson!" 
Slothed gave a questioning look, pulling back the scavenger's enclousure as she was unsure now. "You could just give me the Flamesilk right here and right now." She suggested, swapping the cage out with some jars. "Here you go, work your magic." 
"No, no, no, no," Crimson said. "My sister! She's a Flamesilk!" He explained the secret proudly. "Oops- sorry, was that unclear?" 
"Yup." 
Crimson nodded. "Okay- I will get you the Flamesilk tomorrow." He flew up and then reappeared moments later. "Are you going to be here tomorrow?" Slothed nodded. "Okay, me: Crimson will be here TOMORROW, maybe same time, maybe not, I'll try!" He dipped his head and disappeared into the crowd of wings and dragons. 
Slothed watched him disappear and rolled her eyes, greeting the next shopper with a nod of recognition. 
. . . 
The sun began to set and Slothed stretched her wings. A few doors shut and tails disappeared until the street had few dragons, none so much glancing over to Slothed's shop. She assumed she might pack up now then, so she grabbed her sign, cages, scrolls, and pouches, heading down the street. 
Slothed watched beetles crawl up and down through the grass before she noticed a Nightwing playing with yellow yarn. The NightWing was green and had his wings enclosed in a leather saddle, Slothed assumed that his wings were hurt and headed over for the quick shopper opprotunity. "Hello," Slothed greeted the Nightwing who was not impressed by her sudden arrival. "Care to do some shopping?" 
He swung his head around, attemtping to ignore her. With that, Slothed noticed his silver scales next to his eyes. How about animus objects? She thought. The Nightwing hesitated before snapping back to look at her. "Show me." 
She took out two scrolls. "Here, two scrolls. You can give one to a friend of yours and talk about whatever you talk about with them from afar." 
He snatched them, examining the paper before shoving it back into her talons. "Show me." 
Slothed gave an upset look to the dragon, he was going to be a hard bargain if anything. But, either way, she held out one scroll and wrote a word as an example. She put down the scroll and took out the other one. It was a simple trick she could do with her scales, she would hide her talons behind the scroll and blend the colors to where it could be seen through the paper, and if she colored her scales correctly, it would show words. She did just that, and the Nightwing was undoubtedly impressed. 
He looked around for other dragons and then grinned. For a moment, Slothed knew what he was thinking: An Animus object right infront of me! And, I could just snatch it real quick and be off. Before she could react, the Nightwing leapt atop her, tackling her over and reaching his talons over to snatch the scrolls. 
"Hugging me already?" Slothed snarked, craning her neck so grabbing the pouches wouldn't be an easy task for her attacker, "Sorry buddy, I'm not looking for a love interest. I do see where you're coming from though, RainWing and NightWing couples are pretty popular." 
"What's wrong with you?" The NightWing hissed, stretching out his leather wing satchels. "Does time out of the Rainforest make RainWings 
== Chapter 2: ==
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