Frillary's Fate

INTRODUCTION: Frillary is a Silkwing-Sandwing hybrid who is Silkwing dominant. The year is 4995 AS, four years after the war of sandwing sucession has begun, and Frillary is living in hiding with her sandwing father, Cairo in a particularly secretive part of the scorpion den. She is seven years old and for her whole life, she and her father have been living together, without incident. But little does Frillary know, that it is all about to change... (Sidenote about the authour: Hi, i lost my old acc and now i am writing this story as FrillaryTheSandySilkyHybrid, just wanted you to know, thanks!)
CHAPTER ONE: Frillary pulled the hood of her cloak over her head and she sighed with the pressure of what depended on her next action. She was psyching herself up to grab the rich looking dragon to her left's purse and then run like the wind. She had been following the dragon and carefully planning the robbery for the past hour. She fiddled with her cloak with anxiety. This cloak was the only protection she had from being spotted as a hybrid. It covered her four wings, her antenna, her barb-less tail... Everything she didn't need to be exposed to the world. She watched as the rich dragon turned around, exposing her purse at the perfect stealing angle. ''Come on Frillary, the only thing left for you to do now is just take it and run.'' Frillary took a deep breath in... and snatched the purse. 
CHAPTER TWO: Frillary ran like her life depended on it, and it kind of did! She bolted around corners, and leaped over obstacles, away from the befuddled and angry outbursts of the rich dragon. ''Quick! Before they send someone to give chase!'' She told herself, beads of sweat flying off her forehead. She took half a second to look behind her. Three. Flipping. Moons. Two massive dragons, all over scars and burn marks were behind her. Looking in her direction, and running. ''Okay, not good, not good AT ALL!'' She thought, still beelining it down the dusty streets. She saw her destination up ahead. ''Leading them to the house would be a death sentence! Looks like ill have to resort to one of the old tricks.'' As quick as she could, she charged towards a wall looking as if she was about to be cornered, and then immediately ran to the side as the two meatheads chasing her bashed into the wall, knocking themselves out and piling onto a crumpled heap on the ground.
CHAPTER THREE: For a quick second, Frillary looked upon her defeated persuers in satisfaction, before darting into the nearby allyway that she knew so well. She hurried along it, before comming out the other end and seeing another street, exept this one was less populated then the others in the scorpion den. she wallked down it slowly, not wanting to alert any unwanted attention, before coming up to a house. She reached into her inside cloack pocket and took out a key an jiggled it into the lock, and opening the door. ''Dad! Im home!'' Frillary shouted, lighting the lamps in the house. A large, scarred Sandwing with a bandage around his left shoulder wallked into the room and smiled happily. ''There's my little rascal! Come give your old dragon a hug!'' ''Hi Dad!'' Frillary smiled and jumped into her fathers wings. ''Look what I got! It looks to be made of some pretty nice matrerial, and it was quite heavy when i was carrying it home!'' Sh handed the bag to her dad to look through. He shifted his claws through the contents and grinned at his daughter. ''Thats quite a nice haul there, Frill! Say, you didn't run into any trouble with this didja?'' Frillary shifted her wings a bit and looked up at her dad Sheepishly. ''Well, the dragon I stole it from did sent a couple of big dragons after me, but I tricked them into running headfirst into a wall!'' Frillary's dad looked relived and proud at the same time. ''Thats my girl! Its you and me, Frillary and Cairo against the world! I'll never let anything happen to you, so long as i'm alive!''
CHAPTER FOUR: Frillary woke up to the sound of loud banging on the door. Whenever this happened, it was her signal to either, go get her dad if he didn't come to the door immedietly, or just hide if he did. She poked her head around the door to her room and saw her dad groggily sloping down the hallway and towards the front door. ''Alright, alright, im coming!'' He yelled. Frillary pulled her head back behind the door and listened, intently. She heard the front door creaking and then a large, gravelly voice. ''I am Recluse, and this is my partner, Barb, we are loyal guards to Princess Burn and we are under the impression that a stolen good from her ally, Lady Savannah was brought here.'' Frillary's heart skipped a beat. Surely Lady Savannah couldn't be the rich dragon Frillary had stolen from? Frillary curled her antennae inward in stress. ''I dont know what you mean.'' Replied Cairo, confidently. ''I have no such purse in my possesion.'' ''Ah, but sir, you see i didn't specify that the stolen good was a purse.'' Before Cairo could protest, one of the two dragons confronting him grabbed Cairo, and slammed him against the wall. ''NO!'' Frillary screamed, running out from behind the door towards Recluse. Recluse reached out with one of his arms and grabbed Frillary, leaving her squirming in his grip. ''Dad! DAD! Come on! Get up!'' Barb looked over at Recluse and rolled his eyes. ''Come on, forget the purse, I think burn would much prefer to have a hybrid for her collection.'' 
CHAPTER FIVE: ''LET ME GO!'' Screamed Frillary, thrashing around in Recluse's grip. She tried desperatley to free herself, but all of her efforts were in vain. ''She's getting annoying.'' Growled Barb. ''Cant you just shut her up?'' Recluse looked back at barb, his grey eyes showing no emotion and looking cold. ''Fine then. I suppose i'll do it.'' Recluse then proceeded to lift one big burly arm, and swiped Frillary over the head. 
Frillary opened her eyes and put her hand to her head. It throbbed painfully. She sat up and became aware of the cold metal underneath her scales. She looked around and saw iron bars surrounding her. This is a cage. Im trapped like a pet. She thought mournfully. Frillary peered around and saw many strange and slightly unnerving things such as a lizard with three legs, and a stuffed scavenger. Heh heh A shiver ran down Frillary's spine as she heard the gruff laugh. She then heard heavy footsteps drawing closer, and closer. Seems like my new toy has finally come round. Frillary slowly turned around and looked behind her. Through the bars of the cage, she saw the huge, scarred body of Princess Burn. 
CHAPTER SIX: The cage swung gently, and Frillary's body shook in fear. What do I do? Dad! If only you were here! She thought. ''Now, stealing from one of my allys wa a bad idea all in itself! But allowing yourself to get captured so easily! You really are naiive!'' Burn barked a laugh and grinned, caring her bloodstained teeth. ''Let me out of here! NOW! You stupid thickhead!'' Frillary screeched. Burn's face quickly darkened from a morbid grin to a thunderous frown. ''I wont have my collections shouting such abuse at me! Say something like that again and ill rip your mouth out! Then you'll look even better in my collection!'' Reluctantly, Frillary shut her mouth. ''Ha ha! Thats much better! Now, I have buisness to Attend to, goodbye then, butterfly dragon!'' Frillary clenched her jaw and growled quietly as Burn slammed the door. The room had two windows that let in the scorching desert heat and the burning light of the sun. She took a look around her cage. There was a lantern attached to the top of the cage that she guessed she was supposed to light when it got dark. She had two fairly scuffed red pillows and a frayed blue blanket. Wow. Such generosity. She thought, sarcasticlly. She rattled the bars of the cage in some silent hope that maybe the lock would somehow fall off and she would be free, but the cage just shook a little bit and then calmed down. She stared at the lock. Maybe, i could somehow take out a guard and grab the key. Or i could get something to pick the lock with. Frillary sighed and arranged the pillows so that she could lean comfortably on them, and wrapped herself up in the blanket. She lay her head down, snuffled into the blanket, closed her eyes and cried. 
CHAPTER SEVEN: As Frillary woke up, she became aware of the large wooden and metal door opening. She buried her head under the pillows, trying to be difficult if it was Burn trying to enjoy her collection. ''Uh, Hey! Don't you want food? Sure it's not the worlds best camel or something but it's not gross!'' Frillary sighed and shook off the blanket and pushing it to the corner. ''Alright fine, what do you have for me?'' She looked up to see a patterened sandwing carrying a plate with two fried geckos on it. ''Here you go then!'' He announced. He then produced a key from his pouch, unlocked the cage door, and put the plate in. ''Well, enjoy then!'' He proceeded to wallk towards the door to leave. ''Wait!'' Frillary called. "Whats your name?" He turned back and smiled. ''I'm Smoulder! And you?'' She looked back at him and yawned slightly. ''Im Frillary.'' Smoulder then opened the door and left, but just as he was closing the door, Frillary noticed a small creature darting towards him as well. Frillary pondered about what it could be for a while, but then realised that she had more important matters to attend to. I have to figure out a way to get Smoulder's key. She thought to herself. Maybe I could somehow swipe it out if his pouch when he's giving me dinner tonight. Frillary slammed her tail to one of the bars of the cage in frustration. 
CHAPTER EIGHT: (WIP) 
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