Stars of the Benevolent

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Before we get started, here's a list of the characters I'll be using, and their respective tribes (note: some of these tribes have not yet been made by me):
Brittlestar, DreamWing
Littlemoon, DreamWing
Galaxyeyes, Dream/NightWing
Shiver, IceWing
Axolotl, Sea/NightWing
Angler, Sea/NightWing
Arctic, Ice/SkyWing
Reverb, EchoWing
Scorpion, SandWing
Qibli, SandWing (Not the canon Qibli)
Egypt, SandWing
Everest, Sky/Ice
And a lot more that I haven't really planned out yet.
And now, without further introduction, here it is!
==Prologue==
The night sky glittered with stars and its pitch black mischief. "Look, little one, the stars are beckoning you to their side. When you're hatched, your spirit shall join the stars and the blessing of the DreamWings will be yours to have. Your father isn't here, despite it being your hatching night. But don't worry about that, because I've found another that I love much more than him. Her name is Milkystar." Those words, spoken in the most gentle of voices by his mother, those words were the ones that pushed him out of his shell. The strongest DreamWing, and the one that would cause the most incredible destruction.
=="Morning and Dawn"==
Dusk had just settled in, and it was dark, gloomy and miserable. Brittlestar already hated nighttime but this was just worse. When the darkness burned in the night sky like a blaze of mischievous glory. No, not glory, hatred. No, hatred sounded too cruel. But the nighttime was cruel. Whatever. Those problems were not matters of consequence to Brittlestar. "Little one, are you in there?" His mother's voice rang through the house. "Yeah, I am, what's up?" He asked, setting down his quill and paper. "What are you doing?" She asked. He sighed, opening his door and walking down the stairs. "I was writing mother." He said, the slightest, tiniest, hint of sarcasm in his voice, which he was trying to make sound annoyed. "You seem sad..." She said, stroking his cheek gently with one claw. He instinctively pulled back but eventually let his face rest in her talons. "No, mother, I'm not sad. I was just frustrated at my writing," he said, beginning to start his pacing that he did when he was nervous. "I just hate the way it sounds, too much explanation and not enough of the... the magic that Littlemoon puts into his! Its frustrating and annoying that I can't write as well as he can." He stopped pacing and looked at his mother, her face half confused and half sympathetic. "Since when have you tried to... I don't know, live up to your little brother? You've always been the older, stronger, and more likely to use your gift brother. You know Littlemoon wouldn't use his gift to kill a battalion of DuskWings that were trying to kill us. He'd most likely try to reason with them." She said, trying desperately to comfort Brittlestar. It, despite her efforts, was not working. "Mother, he's the perfect dragonet! Everything he does is art," He spat bitterly as he reminiced about the awards and trophies and stupid, stupid ceremonies that Littlemoon got for his 'Elegant works of art'. "And besides, even if I could live up to prince Littlemoon, the writer of glorious fantasies what good would it do? I'm supposed to be the strong, healthy, aggressive dragonet right? The one that gets in trouble with the grand elder and upper moons? IS THAT ALL I'M GOOD FOR, MOTHER?!" He said with boiling anger welling up inside of his belly and flowing throughout his veins. His mother sighed, looking exasperated and slightly annoyed. "No, Brittlestar, we don't want you to be forced into a model you aren't comfortable with. You can be whoever or whatever you want, literally! And besides, Milkystar and I don't have any plans for your future. Be a writer, a warrior, a teacher, a tax advisor for the upper moons, we don't care Brittlestar!" She said, gently embracing him with her wings and grabbing his talons in hers. He couldn't believe it... he'd always thought that he was supposed to be the problem dragonet or the warrior in the family. What... what is this? He thought, both bewildered and deeply concerned. Does that mean... Littlemoon chose to be this way? Or... does he also think he's being forced into something? Brittlestar pondered on that possiblity, thinking about it for a moment and decided to speak with his... not infuriating or insufferable... little brother. His view of Littlemoon had changed, and he was prepared to explain that to him.
== "Conversation" ==
It was late, a little too late, and Littlemoon was stressing out. I have to finish this essay before midnight. He thought, pacing around his study. If I don't finish it then my teacher will be upset and she'll tell the principle and he'll tell the advisory board and they'll talk to mother and Milkystar and they'll talk to the grand elder and he'll refer to the upper moons and they'll KICK ME OUT OF THE KINGDOM! His thoughts were swirling around in his mind like a hurricane at sea. It had been nine days since he'd spoken to anyone and he had only been working on one, stupid little five-paragraph, double spaced, ESSAY. He stopped pacing, hearing talonsteps approaching his door. Who..? He began to think as the door flew open and there stood the only person who didn't, thank the moons, worship Littlemoon like some sort of idol. "Ah, there you are, Littlemoon!" He exclaimed. Littlemoon sighed and walked over to him, about to start lecturing him on how Littlemoon must not be disturbed while writing this essay. "Galaxyeyes, I've already told you that I must not be disturbed while writing this essay. This is the final essay of the semester and its worth 95% of the grade and if I don't finish it, I WILL LITERALLY FAIL SCHOOL AND BE KICKED OUT OF THE KINGDOM." Littlemoon explained desperately. Galaxyeyes giggled and touched snouts with Littlemoon. "You worry so much its not even due until next week you goof." He said affectionately. Littlemoon blinked in bewilderment. "Wait.. what?" He asked. Galaxyeyes giggled again and hugged Littlemoon. "You probably misheard again. The essay isn't due until next week." Galaxyeyes smirked and grabbed Littlemoon's talons. "Wanna go flying?" He asked, a sudden energy spreading through him. Littlemoon sighed, angry at himself for hearing wrong, again. I can't believe it... again? This happens almost every time. I feel so useless. Littlemoon smiled nervously and looked Galaxyeyes in the.. well.. eyes. He nodded. "Let's go flying, love." He whispered to Galaxyeyes's exited expression.
== "Midnight Adventure" ==
It was midnight. Brittlestar's least favorite time of the day. He had decided that he would go in search of his brother Littlemoon under the cover of darkness. "The plan should work flawlessly," Brittlestar said to himself, packing his bags. "After all, all I'm doing is searching for my brother. All I'll have to do is look for a group of other DreamWings gathered around something and I've found him. The most famous dragonet ever." Brittlestar remarked, injecting an extra dose of bitterness into the word 'famous'. He spread his wings, which he hadn't used in... a couple of days. He opened his window and inhaled the calm night air. He sighed, prepared to face his biggest fear. "Here goes nothing. You've got this Brittlestar!" He encouraged himself, and leaped from his windowsill as he dove into the night. About four hours later, after searching the entire land of Dreams, Brittlestar was resting his wings while perched atop the highest vantage point. He should have a clear view of the entire kingdom from there, he calculated. His one strength over Littlemoon was arithmetic. He was always better at maths than his brother. Alright, so up here, on Skytoucher spire, I should -given the calculated surface area of the kingdom with the obstacles included, of course- be able to see about 98.729% of the kingdom from here. Going by my calculations, any other vantage point would decrease that percentile by a varying amount depending on the vantage point I choose. He thought, watching the kingdom with an eagle eye for the slightest movements at all. His eyesight wasn't amazing, but it would do the trick. The only problem, though, was the ominous fog that was beginning to swirl and curve around the kingdom, enveloping everything it touched in his cloudy talons. That's interesting... I just compared fog, an inanimate cloud of water, to a dragon. That could make for an interesting writing idea. He thought before shaking, reminding himself of his objective. Brittlestar was on a mission. And that mission, was to find his brother. "Come on, Littlemoon, where are you? You can't have gone far. The kingdom is the only safe space here. Outside of the kingdom are the badlands, full of giant oversized plants and creepy-crawlies the size of dragonets. You wouldn't go out there. You wouldn't... right?" Brittlestar shook himself, appalled that he was speaking to nothing. As of now, the fog had settled in around the kingdom, swirling and curving like a winding river of blindness and deceit. Brittlestar couldn't believe that some water and air could create such a border that blocked Brittlestar's vision completely. Even the Skytoucher spire itself was beginning to be enveloped by the uncanny substance. Stupid clouds! Stay in the sky where you belong! He thought, flapping his wings to shoo away the fog. After all, we didn't invite you here! Now go away! His mind shouted as he flapped as hard as he could, eliminating almost all of the fog. Suddenly, he stopped. A sound, faint, but very much there. Again! Snapping twigs? He swiveled his head to the forest floor and was delighted to see two dragons. "Galaxyeyes! Littlemoon! Where have you been?" He shouted to the dragons below. They stopped, looked up, and he noticed something peculiar. These dragons... their eyes were... yellow. Brittlestar's heart began to pound like the drums at the full moon ceremony and he spread his wings to fly off to the Kizuki tower, the tower that housed the upper moons and the grand elder. I've got to wake them up! They'll know what to do! And that was when it happened the net hit his body, tangling up his wings and forcing them inwards. The slow decent, or at least it felt slow, was miserable. But the ground at the end of the fall was the real danger. Those two dragons... they weren't just two. They were at least 800 or more. An army! His mind screamed. Something stung him, and everything faded to black.
== "New Horizon" ==
It had been all night, and Littlemoon was still flying with Galaxyeyes. Nothing could interfere with their love. It raged like an eternal fire. Well, nothing except for Brittlestar being kidnapped. "What do you mean he's gone? Is he dead? Was he stolen? DID HE LEAVE?!" Littlemoon shouted at his mothers, crying. Galaxyeyes rested one wing along Littlemoon's spine and was working on comforting him. His mothers weren't crying, why weren't they crying? Were they heartless? No... they aren't heartless... they're just shocked. He promised himself, not quite believing it though. "What happened..?" He whispered, his head to the ground in misery. Him and his brother had never gotten along as well as he'd wished but that didn't mean he hated Brittlestar. He loved him so much. He realized that the floor of his house was fleshy now, his powers had gotten out of hand. Right... my emotions control my powers... He reminded himself. Nothing other than Littlemoon on the continent of the Rainbow Islands had this much control over their powers. Not only did his emotions control them, but he did too. His tears felt like they were welling up in his throat, and he couldn't speak. He formed a mouth on his talon and it spoke for him. "Do... do... do you... know.... wh... where he.... is?" It wheezed. He hadn't learned yet how to control how the voices on his hands sounded. To put things to sleep, he used the eyes of unordained unconscious mesmerism technique to hunt. But this... this was insane. Brittlestar, the most offensively powerful being in the entire DreamWing tribe, getting kidnapped? This was wrong. He must have been outnumbered, or kidnapped, or ambushed. Brittlestar wasn't one to just... lose... without informing someone of his struggle. What... what happened? He asked himself, wondering how Brittlestar had gone missing. Suddenly, all worry and sadness left his body. It floated out and morphed and shifted into something new, something dangerous, hatred and anger. His blood was boiling inside of his veins and he was ready to strike... to take back Brittlestar. He stood, rising ominously, and walked out of the door, ignoring his parent's and Galaxyeyes' calls. He spread his wings and took off into the night sky, beginning to seek out the ones who had taken his brother.
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