One's Burden

= Disclaimer- =
One's Burden is a fan-fic I hopefully will have enough motivation to finish. The story itself uses some of my OC's, along with featuring some already existing characters. If you want your OC featured in this fan-fic, just ask in the comments :)
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== Characters Used ==
The list of characters in this goes in alphabetical order. If you want your OC maybe featured in this, tell me in the comments, and I or you yourself can add your OC into the list. Thanks!
=== Major Characters- ===
* Blue Copper
* Lady Jewel
* Queen Wasp
* Silverfish
=== Minor Characters ===
* Lady Scarab
*Whirlidig
*Fire Ant
=== Timeline ===
One's Burden takes place a month or so after Blue, Cricket, and Sundew took the Book of Clearsight. The prologue is just before this. 
= Prologue- =
Whirligig ran down the dim light halls of Wasp Hive. The faint firelight danced playfully in the many torches he passed, putting half of his body into shadow. Two full moons and a quarter moon shone in the night sky, lighting up the savanna around the hives. He had arranged a meeting with the queen five minutes ago, and he knew how angry Queen wasp could get if someone was late. His silver encased scorpion claw necklace made jingles that caused Whirligig to yelp in fear if he wasn't careful. That Blacksmith better give me my money back.. Whirligig thought angrily as he hurried to open a large door and head inside Queen Wasp's throne room.
The amount of torches in the throne room lit Whirligig's dark orange scales and made them look a bit more yellow than they already were. A large, red, neatly woven silk carpet lay before him, and in the back, stood Queen Wasp. Queen Wasp was huge, much taller than Whirligig could ever be. She was arguing with a few soldiers when she noticed Whirligig and shooed them away. When the soldiers left, Queen Wasp walked over to Whirligig and looked down on him, letting out a low growl.
"I thought I told you not to be late, Whirligig" Queen Wasp barked, her voice rising. Whirligig silently whimpered in fear and she lashed her tail and turned away from him to pace back and forth. "But anyway, lets get to the main matter. Recently, a brainless, possible flamesilk named 'Blue' escaped. Any suggestions..?" Wasp asked. Whirligig thought for a moment.
"You've been sending out patrols?" he asked gingerly, slightly shaking at Wasp's harsh tone.
"Of course, you idiot." Queen Wasp remarked smugly. She twiddled with a few pieces of wood in a torch, noticing that the fire was dying, and turned back to Whirligig. "Anything else?".
"Well.. uh.. maybe put up posters-" he suggested before being cut off.
"Done that too. Moons, is there anything you can suggest that I haven't already done? You're a terrible advisor, Whirligig." Wasp complained, jabbing her stinger into the ground. Whirligig wanted to shout a rude remark back, but suddenly came up with an idea.
"Well, what if they want The Book of Clearsight? They might have a LeafWing who wants to steal The Book of Clearsight. Maybe put most of your patrols there." Whirligig offered, twiddling with his talons nervously. Wasp thought for a long moment, her silence making Whirligig shiver with fear about what his idea might have sparked in her head.
"Great idea... yes. Yes! Thank you, Whirligig. Your reward for this brilliant idea.." Queen Wasp exclaimed. Whirligig's heart jumped at the mention of a reward. "Will be the fact that you will be the first one to patrol the library.". Whirligig tried to moan, complain, or talk back but- his mind- his talons- his eyes- h♓︎⬧︎⬥︎ ❍︎♏︎ind♏︎■︎ 📫︎♐︎♒︎◆︎❒︎ ♏︎●︎◻︎ ❍︎♐︎♏︎□︎◆︎♒︎♐︎♒︎...
= Part 1 - Stones of Beauty =
=== Chapter 1 - Not a Blacksmith ===
"Honey! You slept in again! Your father needs you!" a voice shouted into Silverfish's ear, causing her to scream, grab her blankets, and wrap them around the dragon's mouth before realizing that the dragon who shouted in her ear was her mother. Her mother sighed happily, untied the blankets around her snout, and patted Silverfish on the head. "Now, Come down," she said, "I've got breakfast!". Silverfish smiled and began quietly making her bed as her mother left. When she finished, she headed down the narrow, spiral stairs down to the living room. She could smell her mom cooking antelope meat, and she could hear her father pounding away at what seemed like metal.
She headed outside where her father was, and watched him gently place the ends of a sword into lava. Silverfish jumped back when her father lifted the sword, which caused some of the lava to splatter. Her father turned to look at her, and smiled.
"You've got to get used to the lava if your going to become a blacksmith," her father chuckled, placing the sword down on a stone table and wrapping his tail around hers.
Silverfish pulled her tail away and protested, "But I don't want to become a blacksmith!". Her father frowned, sighed, and looked away at those words, and Silverfish silently headed back into her home. Her mother gave her a 'too bad, you have to become a blacksmith' glance. Silverfish walked over to the kitchen and pulled out three small clay bowls. She placed them by her mother, and her mother began to put pieces of antelope in them. Silverfish sat on a tall, wooden stool and grumbled something under her breath as she put a bit of antelope in her mouth. She couldn't even count how many times she'd said that she didn't want to be a blacksmith. But, her parents thought being a blacksmith was what's best for her, and they apparently don't know what 'free will' is.
Her father entered the kitchen and sat on a chair next to her. He glanced at her and sighed. "Honey, I know you don't want to be a smith. But think of all of the things you could create! Daggers and armor for soldiers, new technologies, and even gifts for Queen Wasp! I myself dream of presenting something to her that she might like.." her father started, trailing off into a brown study. Silverfish thought for a moment too. She could present something to Queen Wasp, the almighty protector of HiveWings and SilkWings. She just wasn't sure metal wasn't something Wasp wanted. 
"I doubt Queen Wasp would want a hunk of metal. Maybe jewelry..? We live in Jewel Hive after all." Silverfish remarked, getting a slap on the forearm from her mother for saying 'hunk of metal'. Her father frowned.
"The only thing you can do if your a jeweler is well... sell jewelry! Nothing else! Wouldn't you rather put your effort into something that can actually be used? Like weapons- or even armor!" her father exclaimed, putting an arm around Silverfish's shoulder and waving at the ceiling with his other arm, imagining the possibilities of his own daughter adopting his talent. Silverfish only pulled away from him and tried to poke out a piece of antelope meat stuck in her teeth.
When Silverfish finished, she put her bowl by the small water bucket her mother had in a sink. Her father then led her to his workbench and had her sit down. "Alright. Were going to start today with something really simple: a dagger." her father started, placing a sheet of paper on the workbench and a quill. "I already dipped the quill in ink, so now you just need to draw the dagger.". Silverfish gritted her teeth, silently moaned, and began drawing. Even from the day she hatched, Silverfish knew that she was a horrible drawer. Horrible. And everyone knew it.
Finishing up her terrible drawing, her father showed her the extremely slow process of making a dagger, which ended in Silverfish accidentally encasing one of her talons in molten silver and making a humongous handle with barely any dagger on it. Her father on the other hand, was somehow delighted that Silverfish had practically burned her talon off and made a very bad dagger. "This is great!" he exclaimed, holding the dagger in the air like a trophy. "Yes! This is indeed fine! See, now you know where you went wrong and what to do the next time!".
"And why would you find joy in that? Why do you even find joy in knowing that your daughter is probably going to have to cut her own talon off?" Silverfish cried, getting a bit emotional. "I told you I don't want to be a blacksmith! I've tried for nearly 2 months now and I swear every single time I make something unusable!".
"Honey! Don't say that. I made the same mistakes you made when my Pap's was trying to teach me." Her father reassured, trying to give Silverfish a spark of hope in helping the family business.
Silverfish could only reply with, "Lets face it. I'm a disgrace to the family and probably will never become a proper blacksmith.". Lashing her tail, she hurried off into the busy streets of Jewel Hive.
In the streets of Jewel Hive, a dragon could be whatever they wanted to be. Well, that's what Silverfish liked to believe. HiveWings and SilkWings hurried over to the Glitterbazzar at the calls of new sales, often covered in jewels. HiveWing dragonets played with each other's tails, some even sticking stingers in their mouths. Sunlight poured into the large windows, creating iridescent beams of colorful light as the sunlight hit the various jewels being sold at stands. SilkWings worked quietly, trying to close off a part of the Glitterbazzar for re-construction. Silverfish sighed happily. Here is where she could be what she wanted to be.
Silverfish skipped over to a large jewelry shop called 'La Antique', where HiveWings sold ancient, priceless jewels that barely anyone could by. She waved to a bright red HiveWing with legs, wings, and a tail that all faded to black. "Hey Fire Ant!" Silverfish called.
"Ah. Hello, Silverfish!" Fire ant replied, shaking hands with Silverfish when she entered the stall. "Have you come to do your hour?". Silverfish nodded. "Ok! 'La Antique' is yours.". Fire Ant hurried out, trying not to be chased by the crowd who were previously oohing and ahhing at the dazzling jewels. Now all the attention was focused on Silverfish. But something caught her eye that wasn't one of the customers. Something... odd.
A few stalls away from 'La Antique' was a very attractive SilkWing, with blueish purple scales similar to the sky when the sun was setting. And that SilkWing, was starting up her own jewelry shop.
=== Chapter 2 - Teamwork? ===
Blue Copper sorted through jewels in a hurry, making sure that they were absolutely spotless. She needed customers if she wanted to keep up a reputation- despite being a SilkWing. All around her, only HiveWings had shops. HiveWings. The one thing Blue Copper probably hated the most (other than zebra dung). HiveWings thought they had complete control over SilkWings. Her father was even driven to believe that HiveWings were superior! Blue Copper only saw cowards who couldn't do things as simple as put on a silver bracelet. 
And now one was at her stand.
"Oh hi! If you're a HiveWing that has a sour attitude, then please leave or else I swear I will strangle you with silk." Blue Copper remarked, glaring at the dull orange HiveWing in front of her. Their scales weren't too dull, but dull enough so they weren't eyeball-scorching or boring. They actually lookedd pretty, sort of like citrine that had been tinted grey. The HiveWing had a few scratches on their right arm, and they had various splotches of what seemed like silver, one splotch completely covering on of their talons. The HiveWing was taken aback, obviously startled by Blue Copper's remark, which made Blue Copper herself feel like shouting 'HAHA YOU IDIOT! THAT'S WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE INSULTED!'. Luckily, she was a bit more dignified than that.
"Uh- I don't mean to be rude.. but.. SilkWings can't really run businesses.." the HiveWing confessed, ducking out of the way as Blue Copper threw a few glass beads. "The stand will probably be taken down and maybe even destroyed.". Blue Copper snorted and gave the HiveWing a 'like I care' look. "Well- uh.. just... don't be surprised if some bratty HiveWings come and wreck your stand." the HiveWing explained, glancing down at one of the jewels in the stand and gasping. A extremely shiny, beautiful malachite necklace lay on a shelf, and the HiveWing shrieked when she looked at the price.
"2 SCALES? JUST 2?" the HiveWing gasped.
"Uh huh. Oh wait. Maybe it should be 5,000... for HiveWings." Blue Copper remarked, grabbing the small card that gave the price and scribbling '5,000 scales for HiveWing customers'. The HiveWing huffed and glanced desperately around. 
"How old is that gem?" The HiveWing asked, pointing at the malachite necklace.
"I don't know... I found it in some old HiveWing's bag when I was young. I think he still doesn't know that I took his necklace and replaced it with a mound of grass shaped like a malachite gem." Blue Copper answered, polishing the jewel casually.
"Hmm... Let's make a deal! You give me that malachite necklace..." the HiveWing started smiling awkwardly as Blue Copper raised a brow. "..and I'll give you half of the jewels in 'La Antique'!". Blue Copper nearly dropped the malachite necklace she was polishing- along with her jaw. HALF of 'La Antique' 's jewelry?!?!
"You're going to give me half of all your jewels... okwehaveadealGETLOST." Blue Copper exclaimed, scrambling out of her shop and running over to 'La Antique'. But the HiveWing pulled her tail, jerking Blue Copper backwards and smashing into a meat stand. The owner of this meat stand was not happy. Not happy AT ALL.
"Hey runt! Business is gonna drop 'cause a you!" the stand owner shouted. Blue Copper stuck out her tongue and walked over to the HiveWing she was pulled by.
"What, HiveWing?" Blue Copper whispered, ignoring the angry shouts of the meat stand owner.
"It's Silverfish, thank you very much. And, we can't just go and take the gems now. Everyone would think we're thieves," The HiveWing pointed out, gesturing her tail toward the large crowd around 'La Antique'. "We need to go tonight. And if were going to take the gems, were going to need to put in fake replicas and blame it on another thief.".
"And who, in particular do you have in mind?" Blue Copper asked, examining her talons for dirt before looking Silverfish straight in the eye.
"Well, recently, there's been a thief- in a few other hives, but they recently came here and started up a black market. His name is Cicada Killer." Silverfish suggested.
"Well, what does he steal?" Blue Copper asked.
Silverfish thought for a moment before answering with, "I don't really know. Probably silks and jewelry.". Blue Copper rolled her eyes and gave Silverfish a look that said 'well that's convenient'.
"Err... fine. Tonight, just before dawn, I'll find wherever you live, and we'll get the stash. You'll have the replicas right?" Blue Copper questioned, a little nervous.
"Yep. I will." Silverfish answered confidently. "See you tonight, then!". And with that, Silverfish casually strolled back to 'La Antique' and began serving the long line of impatient customers. Bleu Copper smirked. She'll be doing that till dawn, Blue Copper thought. As she walked back to her stand, her mind snagged on something... confusing-- to Blue Copper anyway.
Why should I trust Silverfish? They're a HiveWing. HiveWings are mindless jerks who put all of their energy into worshipping Queen Wasp and all of her evilness. Silverfish ALSO was a HiveWing. Blue Copper entered her stall and began slowly polishing the jewelry- the malachite necklace especially. But... something about Silverfish seems.. off. She isn't rude.. she isn't a mindless jerk... maybe she's actually different.. Blue Copper stopped polishing and looked over at 'La Antique'. Silverfish was smiling, thanking a HiveWing and glancing over at Blue Copper, still smiling.
Blue Copper smiled back.
=== Chapter 3 - Twilight Hours ===
It was nearly pitch black.
All of the light in the usually well lit hive was gone. Jewel Hive seemed much more like an abandoned wasteland rather than a well populated hive. Silverfish walked with Blue Copper, who has previously come to get Silverfish, who still wasn't sure how Blue Copper found her home. Silverfish had a zebra skin pouch that lightly bounced as she walk with the fake replicas of the jewels. She silently hoped Blue Copper didn't know about the real plan.
A few weeks ago, her uncle, Whirligig, came to visit and lured Silverfish into getting the prettiest, most dazzling jewel she could find so he could turn it into money. And Silverfish knew that Whirligig was ALL about money. 
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