Wings of fire: the war for the continent

== Book 1: eye of the tiger ==
=== Prologue ===
It was a peaceful day. Lynx was making a trade with a male tigerwing called Whisker. He thought he heard a yell in a familiar accent, but it was probably nothing. right? “And thats 13 rubies.” “Huh?” Lynx asked. “13 rubies.” Whisker repeated. “Oh, sorry,” Lynx said with apologies. “I was distracted. Here you go.” He gave the rubies, and Whisker gave her the opal bracelet he had found inside a strange abandoned mine. “Have a nice day! Say- what distracted you?” ‘;Whisker questioned. “I thought I heard somedragon-” “ATTACK! ROB THEIR STORES! ATTACK THEIR RESIDENTS! BURN THEIR HOMES!” It was the foxwings. “They’ve come for the tigerwings’ territory!” A guard for the prince screamed. They sprinted through the jungle, turning and twisting through running dragons, they ducked through foxwings, and dodged hurled animal bodies. “OF ALL THE DAYS TO TRADE? WHY ON THE DAY THE OTHER TRIBE IS INVA-” He was dead. Stabbed in the heart by a scrawny foxwing. Whisker stared in shock, then quickly kept running. Finally, he found a hole. A strange figure pulled him in, and shut and locked a trapdoor. A toxiwing. He was asked what was wrong. “A prince has died.”
=== Chapter 1 ===
He had been here for six years, since the war had officially started. Whisker liked it in the tunnels, secret ones under the land, a whole underground continent. But sometimes it took weeks to get suntime, and they only had one hour to sleep and get their dose of vitamin D before the other tribe groups, consisting of foxwings and wolfwings, went out to get their hour. He had only seen the queen once, when she came to the full moon festival, a large hole had a mechanism that pulled fake grass over the large dome overlooking the moons. His assigned mate was a wolfwing named Koala, but he secretly had a HUGE crush on another wolfwing. His name was Canine, and Whisker thought he was the cutest dragon he had EVER seen. But, the assigned mates could not change, and Whisker was guessing he didn’t even know who he was. The toxiwings were trying to end the war by basically forcing dragons to mate to create hybrids. From what he knew, this was a deathtrap for them all. The two fighting tribes hated hybrids, and would do anything to kill them all. 
Whisker was sitting in his room, waiting for his “bonding time” with Koala, which was really just playing a board game until bedtime. “Whisker,” said a voice from behind him. “How would you like to escape?”
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