The Freezing (Book One of The Alternate War)

It has been five thousand years since The Freezing, and things are a lot different than they should have been. The humans won, using advanced technology that no dragon had ever seen before. Now, it is 5012 AF, and most dragons have grown used to it. But there are rumours of a dragon rebellion whispering around both Pyrrhia and Pantala, and coincidentally, some dragons are disappearing strangely into the night. An unlikely three are determined to save them all... before it is too late.
(A Wings of Fire AU where the humans won the Scorching. Here is a summary of the AU. This story is multi-POV: the protagonists are Scarab the SandWing, Swallowtail the SilkWing and Thunder the human.)
=== WARNING: This contains mentions of @lc*h*l and @b*s3. Beware. ===
== Prologue ==
"Come on, come on, come on!" Exo yelled to the others. "It's too dangerous!"
"But where can we go?!" Ash yelped. The LeafWing knocked another scavenger away as it went for her wing. Exo let out a yelp of pain as another one stabbed its claw-thing into the skin between his claws.
"I don't know!" Exo snapped. "Up?" He tried spreading his four wings but failed as what seemed like millions of scavengers clambered up his leg and onto his back. He felt pain slice through his skin as they stabbed their claws in between his scales. He let out a scream of agony and flared his wings up and down to try and hit them off.
"Why are they doing this to us?" Mahogany cried from where she was perched up in her tree. The sky was grey and cloudy and rain was pouring down from them. Multiple scavengers were climbing up the LeafWing's tree, trying to get to her.
"I don't-" Exo began when a yell sounded from somewhere above.
"Come on!"
Exo snapped his head up to see a group of five or so dragons flying overhead. There were about five; two green and brown LeafWings, three iridescent and vibrant BeetleWings - one was a dragonet.
"Who are you?" he snarled, kicking away another scavenger or two.
"We're your saviours," the dragon who'd spoke, a lime green BeetleWing, said, "but you can call me Mandible."
"Come on," Exo hissed and stood on one of the millions of scavengers underfoot. He managed to spread his wings and lift into the air, then grabbed Mahogany from the tree while Ash took off behind him.
As the storm raged overhead, Exo and Ash powered up and up until they were level with the group.
"Where can we go?" Exo asked Mandible. It was hard to keep up in the air with his waterlogged wings, but he managed to stay in the sky, even as thunder rumbled nearby. He felt Ash grab Mahogany from his talons.
"I'm not entirely sure, to be honest," Mandible replied, looking uncertain. "Maybe we can go to the Bay of a Thousand Scales?"
"No, they could get boats and follow us there," another LeafWing pointed out.
They flew in uncomfortable silence for a few moments, before yet another LeafWing spoke up.
"I might have an idea of where we can go."
Mandible blinked at him. "Where can we go, Cypress?"
"Have you ever heard," said Cypress, "of the Lost Continent?"
== Part One: A Cold Fire ==
=== Chapter One - 5000 years later ===
Thunder gazed out the window, blinking miserably down at the city of Elytra. Being one of the tallest Pantalan cities, Hive could easily overlook the other ones, and one of Thunder's favourite things to do was just stare down at the "inferior towns", as his father called them. It was a wonder Thunder could make out Elytra's shape given how dark it was, but maybe that was because of the bright yellow lights flickering from the windows. Sometimes, when he looked the other way, if he squinted, he could see the multi-coloured beams coming from Vibrant, which he thought was odd, because that city was very far away.
Right now he was meant to be sleeping, but he really couldn't right now, and he didn't know why. Silky, his little butterfly dragon pet, was asleep at his feet as he leaned with one arm on the window ledge, chin in hands. He didn't really feel like going out tonight, as he had the last night, and the night before, and the one before that, and the night before that. That was mainly the reason he almost always slept in the day, but his parents didn't really notice. After all, they were always busy with their "meetings" and "work", though Thunder sometimes suspected that they were actually out drinking and having their best nights as rulers of Teal.
He felt something move by his feet. He reached for the rope by his firesilk lamp; it worked kind of like a waterwheel. Whenever he pulled the rope down he'd bring down the side with either firesilk on it or not on it and it would turn the lamp on or off. Thunder always found it very cool and wanted to study firesilk, which was their only hope for light and heat, but his father and mother said that he should focus on "more noble things" and "acting like a prince", when all Thunder wanted to do was work with construction and electricity.
The movement distracted him again and he looked down. Silky was a small dark orange butterfly dragon with little white specks on his wing-growths. He was very cute, and Thunder had gotten him for his sixth birthday, when Silky was a baby dragon. Thunder hoped he'd always get to keep his pet; most people didn't get pets until they were about seventeen or so, but because his family were the most important people on Pantala, ruling the biggest country or whatever, he got to have one eleven years early.
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