The Tree of Life (Angel)

Category:Work in Progress
The Tree of Life is a fan fiction created by Angel Of Madness 001 for DragonSiren22's prompt based fan fiction contest. 
This fan fiction uses TrapWings, a fantribe created by Shadow the Reborn and I have gotten permission to use the tribe.
== Chapter 1 ==
=== Goliath ===
It was early morning when the summons started.
Goliath and the nine other generals had been ripped from their morning routines and brought to Wasp Hive, before their queen. The day had been all planned out for Goliath, ready to be spent on much needed quality time with his wife and son. After all, he had only finished his General rotation the day before, passing it along to Huntsman. Bitterly, Goliath though about the other generals' lives. Huntsman had a wife and four dragonets, all grown up and in the army. He was the owner of the most exquisate dye shop in town, having SilkWing servants fly to the savanna, bring back natural materials, and have more of them grind it down and turn it into dye. Stinger was aptly named for the stingers in his wrists and tail, capable of killing a dragon with sheer pain. He lived alone and lived only to fight, it seemed. Leafcutter, the only female general, had been ridiculed for her name and nearly executed for it. Her parents had been, years ago. She had been married once before, but her husband had died from an unknown cause. Her buisness had shut down only a few days earlier, for lack of customers. Yet Leafcutter remained resilliant.
But now, without warning, everything was over. Goliath remembered flying joyfully with his family in the crisp air, laughing and watching his dragonet do small flips and turns. The sun was just warm enough, the soft brush of his partner's wings. He remembered being bumped by a small SilkWing who told him he needed to see the queen, and so he left. On his way to the Hive, he saw three other dragons with him. Two HiveWings, armored up like he was, with blank faces that stared ahead. One was Stinger, but the other was one Goliath did't recognize. I have only met three of them. That still leaves six I haven't met. The stranger had dark orange scales with black stripes, almost like a tiger prowling the grassland.
The third dragon had scales that were a pearly white, but seemed dimmed, even in full sunlight. They had long, curled antennae and flew awkwardly alongside the HiveWing, looking at him with a worried expression. Goliath couldn't see much more before he forced himself to look straight ahead, but maybe it seemed she had only one working wing. So, not a forbidden love. Just a weak wing...a general would never love a SilkWing. Goliath had expected to see more dragons swarming to the Hive, but it was only him, Stinger, Leafcutter, Huntsman, the other six generals, and this odd SilkWing. All Goliath could do was watch as Wasp made them bow in her presence, but a look of displeasure crossed her face. She stared at the HiveWing who had the SilkWing companion, before Wasp said, "Cream, you were not invited here." But the SilkWing stood, defiant. 
"I can't leave Lacewing. I need him for support," she leaned on him like an old stick, but Goliath suspected the queen also caught onto the emotional support this SilkWing, Cream, mentioned. "I just don't understand. It's not Lacewing's week to lead," Cream said.
Wasp narrowed her eyes. Stinger suddenly grabbed Cream roughly, and she squeaked pitifully as the general dragged her to the window, and flung her out into the savanna. Goliath couldn't imagine what Lacewing must be thinking and feeling. That looked...sad. The poor SilkWing just wanted to know what was going on. Stinger's just mean. But Lacewing didn't throw her out himself, so maybe it is a forbidden love story. Goliath felt words bubble in his throat, but he quickly quelled them before they came out. "There. Let that be a lesson. Back to the plan," Wasp leaned down and glared at her generals. "You all know about the dragons in the forest," This was why Wasp had to summon them here. Goliath knew that nobody would willingly hunt the tribe down to exterminate them, unless threatened. Three generals had died that way, honored as heroes. The soldiers that lived came back with the stories. 
Stories of giant plants that snapped up dragons whole, giant bugs dropping them with on bite. Stories of sticky shrubs that trapped a dragon in place and trees that oozed toxic sap. Stories of digging to find food, getting caught in roots and vines, avoiding death over and over. But the strangest part was the dragons themselves. They were a strange tribe, they only attacked those who entered. The dragons were like LeafWings, but with large, tough wings that could snap shut and eat dragons just like the carnivorous plants. It also seemed they very much disliked other tribes, as when one group got close enough to spot a small group of them, several more of these dragons burst down from trees and snapped up two dragons each, leaving the last solider to flee with only scratches from claws and teeth and trees.
Suddenly, Goliath could will himself to un-freeze his limbs. "Now, go. And bring back one of these plant dragons. They will be very useful to figure out why." Had Goliath really been thinking for so long that he missed the order from his queen? That was really the pinnacle of stupidity, then. But he saw the other dragons leave the Hive, so he followed. As he watched, though, Lacewing dipped down to search the savanna, presumably for the SilkWing. After a few minutes, though, Lacewing turned around and joined the group, tears pricking his eyes.
== Chapter 2 ==
=== Dandelion ===
Dandelion thought the other tribes were insane on top of insufferable.
She sat on the large branch of a tree while she thought about it, listening to the buzz of insects, the faint sound of the faraway Snarling River, and dreaming about what it would be like to lead the tribe, even for a day. Would it have been hard, or happy? Would the tribe think you were terrifying, or terrific? And most importantly, what would the many leafed plant think of them? Silvertip shuddered. She dare not imagine life ruling when god itself was against you. But the other tribes do it all the time. They always fought it, then destroyed it all, and that is why they are insane. That's why we fight them, why we push back. 
Her right wing felt a brush on it and snapped down without Silvertip even thinking about it. She turned her head and saw a limp green tail stuck in it, and was confused. "Who-What idiot is hiding over here that sticks their tail in a Venus Dragontrap?" 
A high-pitched and playful voice answered her. "Um, Venus? Your best friend?" The TrapWing in the branch above grinned, still leaving her tail as still as stone. Dandelion sighed and slowly forced her wing to re-open. It's a branch that fell in, she told herself. Not food, branch. Slowly, her wing began to lift. Until Venus flicked it again, causing Dandelion's wing to shut again. 
"VENUS! Do you want your tail to be eaten?" She hissed. Think about a rock in your wing that was rolling out. Hard, sharp, cold, and not food. But her wing kept telling her, Warm! Soft! Very alive! Very tasty...food...Silvertip struggled to open her wing, but she didn't have to. Venus let out a familiar sigh and relaxed completely, which made Dandelion's wing very dissappointed as it let go of Venus's tail. "That really hurt, y'know. Im almost full grown, I don't have a brace anymore," which was a fact her dear friend never remembered. Venus was a few years younger than Dandelion, so she still had her wing braces. 
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