Wings of Silk: Falling Sun

This story contains spoilers for the arc 3, it is advised you avoid this fanfic until read. It also includes mature themes such as war, blood, violence, and minor ab*se mentions. 
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==Chapter One; "Heat or Wasp"==
The sun.
One thing that Emerald wished he could live without. If it was one thing that he hates most, it was Wasp or the heat. One thing he didn't understand was why Wasp let him be taken if he was "special". Emerald couldn't take it... just walking for days on end in the heat to the next hive.
"Why is this taking so long..? Are we almost there!?" Emerald snarled, his head tilted to one of the HiveWings. The one behind him snorted, slapping his tail to get moving.
"Watch it, bug face," Emerald grumbled, his tail lashing in annoyance. "Shut your snout, stupid SilkWing! What is your problem??" The HiveWing leading in front growled, snapping his head to Emerald's direction. "You're my problem..." Emerald mumbled to himself, his eyes focused on his moving talons.
The three HiveWings continued leading Emerald through the rough, dry lands of Pantala. Emerald's eyes turned to the golden plains. Lifeless... all of it dead. Even Pantala has lost hope... 
What snapped him out of his thoughts was the Cicada Hive coming up. Why was I sent to the Mantis Hive anyway? I'm no servant SilkWing. Why are we even near this Hive? Emerald thought resenfully.
The HiveWing behind him shoved him forward. "Stop quitting your pace, SilkWing!"
"Maybe you shouldn't be behind me! Ever thought of that?" Emerald snapped back. "I didn't ask for your remarks," The HiveWing "guard" growled. "I didn't ask for yours's."
Emerald's head snapped forward, staring at the radiant orange and yellows across the bug dragon's scales. To him, all this was normal... being lead through the savanna to another Hive... traveling by talon with HiveWings trying to make insulting comebacks. He knew that if things did one day change, he'd always look at the HiveWings the same way.
Before long, Emerald and his "guards" entered the Marketplace of Cicada Hive. Emerald hated it here... too many HiveWings shoving past him or looking at him. He looked up, lanterns made of flamesilk dangled above him.
I'd prefer being in the Flamesilk factory then this place. For one thing, Emerald hated this Cicada Hive almost as much as the Jewel Hive or Wasp Hive. Of course, no one asked him what Hive to go to. "Hey, flea-brains! I thought I was being transported to Mantis Hive? Not this dump..." Emerald snapped.
One of the HiveWings approached Emerald, the smug look on his face gave Emerald a suspicious thought. Suddenly, faster then Emerald could dodge, the HiveWing has strapped a vine rope around his neck. "Can't let you get lost in the market, now can we?"
They tugged at the rope, forcing Emerald to reach in farther. His tail slapped the guard behind him, his wings out flared to catch his balance.
"Get this rope off me! What are you trying to do, choke me!?" Emerald snapped. He gagged each turn through the market, each stare from every HiveWing getting worse. He struggled, trying to free himself as his talons strapped around the rope. "Don't make me laugh, SilkWing!" The redish-orange HiveWing guard behind him barked.
It wasn't a shock for Emerald to not be released with demands... he wasn't a HiveWing. "You're lucky we're here already, if I had to hear anymore of your complaining... dear Clearsight you should be thankful!!"
"Thankful that I turned into a servant? Hard pass."
So many questioned bubbled in his head, did the dragon who he was working for even know he was a special flamesilk? He glanced around, his pace picked up. All around the Hive, cicada emblems were engraved in the walls, making it hard to forget where he was, the fact that every Hive emblem was burn right into his brain.
In the crowded market, Emerald stood out. His beautiful green and blue scales made some HiveWings look jealous and plain. He did spot a few other SilkWings in the crowd, despite the fact not many SilkWings were being transport to Cicada Hive currently. A HiveWing that looked as red as Cicada herself stepped close, admiring Emerald's scales, her talons close to touch. 
Emerald moved away quickly, snorting at the HiveWing before continuing with the guards. Soon, Emerald started to notice new emblems... it looked like some sort of Wasp. 
The Wasp emblem made Emerald think split second of Wasp's face, of course, he was able to clear it out of his mind just as quick. Quickly, him and the three guards made their way to a wealthy part of the Hive. Emerald didn't suspect this HiveWing to be Cicada herself... but he still had his guard up.
The first HiveWing knocked lightly on the door, which was slightly smaller then the average size of a HiveWing. Lightly, a crack opened, a black snout appeared before a full head. "What do you want?"
"Wasp has sent you a SilkWing, Evania," the guard snarled, their emotionless expression pulling into a heavy frown. The HiveWing stepped out from their door way, her black scales shining brightly in the sunlight. The black HiveWing was frowning at the guards, her blue eyes stern and almost intimidating.
The HiveWing, Evania, stepped closer, inspecting Emerald all over. "This is what I am supposed to be housing?"
The three HiveWings nodded. She stepped around Emerald, her talons barely making way for his tail. "Get out. You did your duty. Now go!" She barked, her head quickly snapping to them. Looking almost pale, the three guards left just as quickly as she scared them, their wings frantically trying to get away.
"SilkWing. Inside. NOW." She rudely snapped, her eyes narrowed as she stared at Emerald. Emerald rolled his eyes before entering the house. Just like any other HiveWing... what else is new?
==Chapter Two; "New Place"==
Emerald stumbled inside, his eyes almost popping out of his skull. The place was beautiful... aside from almost being entirely black. The place was clean, full of blue and black furniture and weapon decorations. A large blue crystal chandelier hung from the roof and the hard tile floor had the jet-black wasp emblem in the center of the entire room. Emerald glanced around, quickly noticing that the house had another floor and the two main staircases branched out separate ways from the center of the room right before the black wasp e
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mblem.
Beside the stairway were two dragon sculptures, though shockingly, were not HiveWings. Five rooms on the first floor branched out from the stairway. On the right was a sun room and living room, which was the main room you'd see the first time you step in there.
Left was a black kitchen and a dining room. Behind the stairway is a guest room, of course, Emerald didn't expect that to be for him. 
"Don't touch anything," Evania snarled at Emerald, snapping him out of his thoughts. "Whatever." Emerald growled, slinking into the living room. "Your room is upstairs. It is the small door on the right..." She growled, seeming annoyed. Room? Maybe this was actually a room... not a fake closet room they put most SilkWings in?
Emerald lightly walked up the stairs, his head turning to the right. "And you better stay there!" He heard the HiveWing holler. 
He turned, only two doors stood on the right hall. He picked the small door, expecting a large, comfortable room. He opened it, seeing inside a small mat in the corner which took up almost all the space. In the corner of the small closet was a bowl of water and food. What does this HiveWing think I am? An animal?? Emerald thought, slamming the door shut.
Emerald looked around, realizing he was famished. The trip drained him but really, the given food looked like stale, mushy meat. He crept down the stairway, spotting Evania curled up on the couch sharpening a sword.
"What are you doing out? Was I not clear that you're not welcome outside your room?" Evania growled, barely looking up from the weapon in her talons. "You made it crystal clear. It is just that stuff you call food doesn't look edible," Emerald grumbled, looking at his talons nervously.
"It is food. You get nothing else until the bowl is empty." She snapped, her eyes slowly lifting to him. Emerald could see raging flames inside her eyes of anger... hate... not even the slightest concern or guilt. "So what? You're going to starve me? Disappointing Wasp-" Emerald smirked, his tail swaying.
"Queen Wasp wouldn't care about you. For her, it is one less SilkWing to worry about." The black HiveWing snapped back. "At least act like you care and get actual fruit!" Emerald barked, his wings out flared.
"Like the market will have fruit. Do you think I'm stupid?"
"Possibly,"
The female HiveWing grunted, side glancing the doorway. "Fine, we'll look..." She grumbled, slipping off the couch. Emerald could tell by the look in her eyes that she didn't care and wanted to get this out of the way. "We'll?"
"Yes. You're not staying alone in my house... unless you want to clean?" Emerald shook his head at the thought of cleaning. If she doesn't want me here why not let me starve? I'd like that better then being here. Emerald thought, side glancing Evania as she got up, opening a small closet.
This dragon wasn't stupid, as Emerald could see, other HiveWing being careless and letting him escape only to get killed by Wasp.
She pulled out a pouch and dagger before slipping out the door with Emerald close behind. Emerald knew this HiveWing wasn't going to be as easy to escape from as the rest.
HiveWings, like any other dragon, sleep during the night... then I can escape. My plan must be flawless... just as much as this HiveWing seems to be. Emerald thought, his mind stirring for more ideas. Before long, Evania and Emerald were back in the familiar market but in which was much busier than before.
"Don't wander off." The female black HiveWing growled to Emerald, her blue eyes locked on him as they walked.
Emerald realized the uncomfortable stares that surrounded him, his mind going blank as they HiveWing eyes seemed to grow on him. The images of their stares caged in his skull, replaying endlessly like a curse.
Emerald saw discomfort in Evania's stare as well, but was blinded by the others as they walked through the market. "Don't you know it is rude to stare at others? I'm no show SilkWing after all," He growled, glancing up at Evania who didn't even seem to care. "Just shut up." She grumbled, moving forward to get away from his side.
She stepped up to a bar, it seemed almost empty when the black HiveWing showed up. The chef stopped in his tracks, the zebra meat he was cooking nearly burned. 
"Can I... help you??" the yellow HiveWing stammered nervously, trying to not make eye contact. Emerald snickered at this, a large HiveWing chef afraid of a small black HiveWing, that is something you don't see everyday. "Fruit. NOW." Evania hissed aggressively, slamming her black talons on the counter.
With slight hesitation, the chef ran to the back of the bar, shuffled around, then came back with a large crate. "This... is all I have..." The chef backed up against the wall in fear.
She stuck her snout into the crate, quickly springing it back from the foul smell. She inspected it, not letting Emerald even see the crate. "Good enough," She hissed, not evening caring what Emerald thought and slammed four scales onto the counter. The chef, still looking traumatized, slowly pulled away the scales.
"What did you get me, cause whatever it smells like it rotted already!" Emerald snapped, stepping in front of her with a snort. "You get what you get. It is not like I had the best luxury before, why should you?" She glared down at Emerald before shoving him aside and walking away. What else is new? Common HiveWing behavior... Emerald thought, which nearly almost melted away as he stared at her.
He shook his head, leaving his thoughts behind and running up to her, for one thing, he wouldn't want to get lost in one of his least favorite Hives.
== Chapter Three; "Escape Plan" ==
As the two entered Evania's home, the black HiveWing shoved the crate in Emerald's talons before walking away with a lowered head. Emerald peered inside and there sat foul-looking beets and vegetables. Emerald didn't care at that moment and dragged it over to his "closet".
He pushed the crate away, mapping out his route to run. He glanced toward the small window, the sun slowly fading to darkness. "I'm going to escape, this HiveWing won't fool me,"
He extended his wings out, the small closet walls sliding against them. Suddenly, the door clicked open, shocking Emerald. He laid his wings over the map, staring up at the opening door. A black snout shot in before Evania's full head curled around the corner, Emerald staring up at her, his snout dripping with nervous sweat.
"Yes?"
"Whatever you're planning isn't going to work, I am just as smart and slick as you," She growled, her tail lashing as it fully pushed the door open. 
He growled, his wings pulling back as he glared at the female HiveWing. She smirked, slamming the door shut and exiting the hall.
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