Book 16; "A new glisten".

hi there! this is my version of book 16, and a new arc!. I am wiling to share my work to you, so please read it!. 
instructions: find a comfy space, relax yourself, and prepare for a new experience. 
with no questions, lets begin this journey to Wings Of Fire; "A new glisten." 
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== Epilogue. ==
Low footsteps were heard in the corridors, then, rushing talons stomped over the mud. Rain was pouring over the hatchery. The nightwing begun running to the house-like construction, and went inside. A beautiful violet-pink rainwing was laying next to a clutch of eggs, and besides her, Grandeur was holding her talon. 
"Grapefruit. The three moons are glowing in the sky in a new shade of blue. She, or he must hatch this night." The nightwing pointed outside with his tail. "Look, its moving. The blueish one." He crouched, approaching the rocking egg. "Grapefruit, please. This dragonet will be born with powers, even a new one! Please, my love." He grabbed her talons and looked at her with his pearly white eyes. 
"All right, let's go to the hatchery. But be careful, we won't want a problematic animus." Grapefruit stood, and asked in a whisper to a close-by rainwing to take care of the eggs. "Move your scaly tail, Prophecymaker." 
Prophecymaker smiled, and lunged forward to the air. The two dragons flew over the rainforest, and headed to the nightwing village. Once there, both begun running towards the moonlight hatchery, which was irradiating light. Grapefruit laid the egg over a nest, and glanced around. The moonlight hatchery was empty. Prophecymaker nodded, and laid himself on the floor. 
"It'll be precious, Grapefruit. Im sure." Prophecymaker put his wing over Grapefruit, and gripped her close. "Don't worry, I can hear her mind." He'd mutter. 
The egg started to crack, shining silver to the moons. Blue talons broke the shell, and make itself outward it. Her blue scales glistened under the moon, and her yellow head stared upwards, the new tint of the moon gifting a new special power, a new glisten. 
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== Chapter 1. ==
Cereus yawned, stretching her yellow wings. She tapped the nest, and made a circle around it. One of her younger brothers entered the den. He was a greenish nightwing-rainwing, which hadn't got any moon-gifts, just venom fangs and camouflage scales. 
"Cereusss! Please play outside with me! Pretty please, please!" Venombringer flopped in front of Cereus, staring at her with his yellow eyes. "Jaguarclaws and Bat are fighting."
"Bet they are." Cereus grumbled, moving outside. She eyed the fighting brothers, and huffed. She was higher, and stronger, but decided herself to illusion them. Her yellow scales all over her body shined, and images started popping out of it. Butterflies and animals made by illusions surrounded both, and distracted them until they stopped fighting. "You two are in serious trouble. Bat and Jaguarclaws, go to father's den and tell them what you just made." Cereus spoke, stopping the illusions. 
"Rahhh! You always act as if you were mother! Stop it, snail!" Bat hissed, jumping forward, and landing a step closer to the blue sister. "I dare you to 'illusion' me again, and you will regret it." 
"Challenge accepted, cave bird." Cereus growled, and put one of her talons over his head. She pushed him down, and pinned him. 
Wingbeats sounded. Cereus buffed, and glanced to Prophecymaker. Her father was, gosh, SOO annoying. She stepped aside, rolling her eyes. Her father's palms glistened yellow, and touched Bat's. Prophecymaker's white eyes stared down. 
"Cereus, Bat, and Jaguarclaws, you will go to Grandeur's den. In this second, or you won't have food for a week." He'd spat. 
The three siblings flew all over the rainforest village, and landed on a hut with violet flowers. Her mother, Grapefruit, was sitting down next to Queen Glory, and Grandeur. Cereus went in with grace, while her brothers pushed each other. The council, conformed by her mother and her great grandmother raised a brow. Queen Glory made a 'hmphhh?' sound. 
"Aunt Glory! Jaguarclaws started it first! Not me! I swear for the pelt of Panther's sloth!" Bat rushed forward, making a small bow, and pointing his bother. 
"Bat." Cereus commanded. "It isn't ``Aunt Glory´´. It is Queen Glory." She sighed, and Bat was about to mumble, but Cereus stared. "They are both culpable of anything they did. Now, I'll go, see ya later." The blue rain-night hybrid jumped off the den, and opened her wings. 
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She made swirls in the air. A few blue parrots joined her flight outer the villages, and left for food moments later. The dragonet surrounded the half-made pavilion, and continued her way to the desert areas. Cereus flew for hours, and landed in an isolated hut, close to the border of the sky wings. Her blue scales changed rapidly to a beige color, and smaller flecks of darker yellow. Her eyes changed with her to be full black. She curled her tail to hide her normal, and pretend it was a barbed point. Cereus, or better said, Nile. She had chosen that name once to fake a normal sandwing in Scorpion Den. Cereus kicked the door, and entered. It was empty. Wait, no. She saw something hidden underneath a piece of cloth. 
And hidden there, it was a giant piece of sky fire. 
"Jackpot." She uttered, grabbing a bag, and putting the rock inside it. This way, it didn't block her mind-reading powers. 
Yet, there was something odd around the hut. Blood trials continued from a bed, too outside. She'd raise a brow, and sniffed it. Something fell outside, and Cereus went into a defense position. Whoever was outside, it couldn't see her. Not again. Cereus jumped, grabbing to the beams, waiting there. She camouflaged herself to her surrounding. A dragon entered. It seemed as a normal red scales, but something was off. Was it his eyes, or his talons? Was it his thorns?. 
Oh damn. He was an animus. 
He scanned the hut. His white and sanguine scales emanated a cold aura. By a quick reading, Cereus found out this was the pair of Princess Invict. His name was Altitude, and was a skywing. I felt his eyes pose on where I was hiding, and his tongue clicked. He made a grin. 
"Rainwing, I can see you." Altitude clicked his tongue. "If you dont un-hide now, I will kill you. No mercy."
He is the special guard of Prince Cliff, and could murder me anytime. I am doomed. Wait, no. Im not. My scales changed back to my normal blue color, with hints of red. I slid down the beam, and hissed. My frill opened, my tail uncurled dangerously, and I opened my wings. Altitude growled, standing on his hind legs, and opening his wings. 
"What the holy damn you want?" I roared. "I am a danger to you, Altitude." Cereus ranted. 
"I saw you from the height, and I went down to investigate. When I saw your blue scales change, I knew you were Cereus, the gifted hybrid." The skywing bellowed, taking space on the hut. 
He was older, stronger, and more powerful. But Cereus could disarm him by just mumbling his deepest secrets, and creating illusions. That'll work. She thought. Her talons begun lighting in a blue tint, and illusions began jumping out of her yellow dots. Altitude raised a brow, gulping. Prince Cliff circled around, and tried touching the guard, yet his smoke-made consistence vanished. Cereus dove into his mind, and yelled his mysterious inside. Within seconds, she heard wingbeats outside. She had to escape. Cereus turned herself into the background, and silently investigated the hut. Some pinkish scales laid down over the bed. A pair of gold snake bracelets gleamed on the other side of the dorm. She'd smile, and grab both, dropping them into the bag with the sky fire. Once out, Cereus tried to fly, but her wings drooped. She didn't leap into the air, she couldn't fly anymore. Altitude had enchanted her, and she didn't know how to change that. But an idea crossed her complex mind. 
Cereus HAD to kidnap the royal guard of Prince Cliff, and yet, she didn't know how she'll drag a ball of scales without flying. 
== Chapter 2. ==
Altitude was circling around a Cliff illusion, smiling and mumbling. Cereus put one palm over her forehead, and laid on the grass. Her scales begun mimicking Cliff's color, and her frill closed. She tried to be visible-seen-as Prince Cliff. 
"Guard Altitude." she'd bark, raising a brow. "Follow me, or stay in this hut. But you are my guard, so I beg you stay close." Cereus blurted, also trying to mimic the voice of the prince. 
Sheesh. I am worth than I expected. She pondered, walking into the woods. The illusions popped back to her yellow spots, but one, Prince Cliff's one, stayed there. Cereus changed her scales to her normal color, and the illusion of Cliff talked. 
"Oh, ma'am, can you fly? Your wings look sore." It talked, as it would the dragon in persona. "Guard Altitude. Have you put any spell on my dearest friend, Cereus? Take any spell you put on her, or I, Prince Cliff, will throw you off the palace." It requested, clasping a smokey wing around Cereus's body. 
Mumbling, Altitude moved lightly his talon, and suddenly, Cereus's wings stopped flopping next to her body. She stretched her wings, and leaped to the air. Without thinking, Cliff's illusion vanished into a dim blue light, and flew to her spots. Altitude stopped being in a trance-like state, and hissed to the blue dragonet. Cereus threw venom to one of the skywing's wings, and sprinted towards the hut. She raced in, and inspected the small house. A strange silver-lilac scale laid over the bed, and around the comfy house. Cereus hurried, grabbing anything that could work for her project. 
Hurry, Hurry Cereus. The sandwing or Altitude barge inside in any moment. Go, go. Move your scaly tail, Cereus. The dragonet thought, and vanished into the air thankful of her scales. She opened the door, and ran away from that hut. Her wings went wide open, and she begun flying towards her home. Maybe they were already looking for her, but mostly Grapefruit wouldn't mind if one of her beloved children went missing suddenly. Her mother was too concentrated on Aunt Glory, and Uncle Jambu, maybe father, but nothing can distract her from her role, not even her dragonets. A pair of eyes stared to her neck. Cereus could feel them. Her crane twisted, and a force pushed her downward. She roared, and slashed someone. It yelped backward. Her vision was blinded momentarily by those wings that clasped around her face. Cereus dove, and swirled, and zig-zagged to escape. She could see Altitude in front of her. 
"Do you, oh grand Altitude, special guard of your loved Prince Cliff, one of the first animus's of the skywing tribe, want to die and suffer slowly? I bet that already hurts a lot, proud malekisser." She cautioned, and pointed to the black thing on his wing. "Come on, I did not made anything to you before, Altitude. What changes by killing a dragonet under Queen Glory's protection? You might've get fired by doing that." Cereus yawned, and flicked her tail. 
"Uh.. I am not a ``proud male kisser´´? And I dont love Cliff." He argued. Despite being red, Cereus could slightly see a pink tint on his muzzle. "And it's obvious I don't want to kill you, I was trying to tell you that well.. someone lived there, on that hut. You barged in." 
"Since when pesky-flammable-rage filled-flying-lizards-of-the-sky-that-are-rats have COMMON sense?" She laughed. "Fight me in a duel, and we'll see who wins. If I win, you let me go, and you stop your lie about not loving the prince. If I lose, your lie is true, and I give back my things. Deal?" A challenging look crossed Cereus's green eyes. 
The skywing nodded, and both landed down. In the sand, the blue dragonet had benefits, because sand and heat could power up the illusions. Instead, he only depended on his talon-talon fighting skills, animus magic, and maybe his fire. 
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