Outlaw

Outlaw is a fan-made book in the Winglets series. It features Umber and Sora as the protagonists and is told through their point of view. It is followed by Dominion in the fan-winglets series.
==Summary==
Sora knew she could never go back to any kingdom. She could not go to any kingdom; The SkyWing kingdom, because she killed a SkyWing. The SandWing kingdom, because it was already in ruins being repaired and the SeaWing kingdom, because Tsunami probably found out it was her who bombed the school. What if they thought Umber was involved too? Now she and Umber must flee to the Lost Continent - only if it exists.
==Story==
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|-|Sora=
Sora's wings were soaked in the rain. Her brother Umber looked around worriedly. "But won't our own queen spare us? What about Clay?" he rubbed his talons together. Each drop of rain seemed to weigh down Umber's wings. "Clay can only do so much." Sora replied silently, looking around her super marshy homeland. "I hope Turtle and Qibli are going to be okay." Umber's head dipped, looking around for other dragons as if he was looking for hiding IceWings in the bushes. 
"You chose to come with me, and you can't go back." Sora replied.
"But I think I might wan-"
"No!" Sora shouted. 
She snapped her jaw shut. She hadn't yelled ever since their sister Crane died. "Sorry." Umber said. Sora's wings tensed up as she folded them tightly to her back. The two MudWings paced towards the entrance of their old home. Nothing. Well, there was something. Some treasure. Small gold coins, silver splatters and smooth sapphires of such.
Sora jumped into their compact little mound of mud that led to a small sleeping space, and scooped up the pile of treasure. The MudWing emerged, and looked at Umber. "We should head to the shops around the palace." He suggested, looking at his fellow outlaw. Sora glanced at him nervously. She thought of mud drizzling and pouring on the thoughts of them being captured or running into any IceWings who may have been recently let loose from the dungeons of war.
The liquid swallowed the thoughts as she inhaled deeply, and exhaled. "Alright." She said, a little more calmly. "But you do the talking." 
"Agreed."
"We need sturdy pouches to carry our items. And food and water." Sora softly explained, stretching her wings for a moment. Umber nodded. "Wait." Sora stayed silent, pondering. "Where are we going?" She looked over her shoulder and saw Umber's tail twitching and his head perked up in curiosity. She shrugged, with some honesty behind it. She wanted to tell him "The Lost Continent", but he would probably use that as another reason to support his changing of mind. 
"Oh." He said. The greyish-brown mud squished between their claws as they began sprinting for the palace. Sora had told him that they don't want to waste their wing energy. At the market near the palace, MudWings were swarming the area. No other tribe in sight. Just brown on brown. The rain was starting to clear up, and it was sunset. The sky was an endless deep grey before they left for the market, but now there were just some grey wisps in sight. The place was extremely crowded.
Dragons were walking past each other in extremely compact, narrow streets. Sora looked nervous. So many dragons. But MudWings always preferred the extremely crowded spaces, and if you didn't have all the common MudWing traits, you were always viewed differently. But Sora was lucky to be so unnoticeable that nobody realized how quiet she was.
Let alone being there.
She and Umber walked into the extremely crowded streets. Sora could feel other dragon's scales touching her in all directions. There were so many dragons, you could not see the ground from above, and dragons constantly struggled to get past each other. Sora looked around, her anxiety pounding. Her mental mud puddles couldn't help her here. She paced quickly, struggling to get past dragons as they scowled at her. Umber came close behind, as they emerged at a shop that sold many things made from fine leather. 
It was sloppy, made from two fallen trees and mud bricks, with smooth granite tiles around it forming an image of a cow with dragon wings."How can I help you?" asked a gruff dragon with scars on his talons. Umber's reddish-brown scales made an appearance. "We need two sturdy leather pouches that can fit many things." Umber said, his voice high and clear. 
Sora nodded. Her chest felt tight with anxiety. The shopkeeper had scale colors similar to Crane's, making Sora feel very upset. But she had years of keeping her emotions to herself, so she just inhaled and exhaled, mud filling her mind. Umber gave some of the treasure they had on a platform that was no higher than Sora's elbows. The shopkeeper turned around and looked on a large shelf that encircled him halfway. He pulled off two pouches slightly larger than the ones they received from Jade Mountain, and handed them to the dragons. 
They were on the shore of the Rainforest Kingdom. They were very close to being caught multiple times. Umber glanced with uncertainty over the vast ocean. "Where are we going?" He finally asked. "I need to know."
"No, you don't"
"Yes, I do!"
"Fine." Sora approached her brother. "We are going to the Lost Continent." Her eyes were serious. What if he flew away? "Sora, there is no Lost Continent!" she imagined him saying. Or "Sora, Clay can help you. He knows a lot about medicines and such, or maybe you just need comfort from one of your sibs!"
"You think that exists?" He asked, wide eyed. His yellowish-brown wings flared open in excitement. "Let's find out!" He said enthusiastically. But she was his face flicker to worry for a moment. "Or what if we get too tired trying to find it and plummet into the sea?" He asked her. Sora's face twisted with anxiety, as her heartbeat increased.
She tried imagining her mud puddles, but it was too late now. He unfolded his wings and lifted into the air. Sora unfolded her dull brown wings and followed. As they flew, they saw the churning water of sapphires and emeralds below. Umber turned back to see the thick rainforest, the last of Pyrrhia they would ever see.
"Goodbye, Clay. Goodbye Pheasent. Goodbye, Reed, Goodbye, Marsh..." He spoke. He turned back "What a new life awaits!" They flew into the horizon. As the days went bye, they hallucinated. They were low on food. Suddenly, over the horizon, small, faint bumps. Sora was very tired. She thought she was hallucinating. They rested twice on random islands they found, and nobody (thankfully) inhabited them.
Perhaps they were coming up on the small mountainous region in the Ice Kingdom, if they were lucky. But Queen Glacier would not be happy with them. Perhaps it was their destiny to die. "Sora! Look! Mountains!" Umber shouted with excitement. Sora suddenly snapped awake. Hours later, they approached on the shore. Sora's wings ached to the bone. She didn't know how much longer she could fly. "let's go further inland." She said. Her scales were dry, icky, and looked deprived of food and water.
Their faces were tired, and the food they had lasted them for a day and a half. MudWings were bad at rationing food. But they stopped to rest somewhere. It was nighttime now, and a good bit inland from the (northwesternmost?) part of the continent (maybe). But setting claw on the new, strange land told Sora and Umber it was not Pyrrhia. It seemed arid but humid. It was hot and dry during the day with a sea breeze that swerved around the dull, tall mountains. Sora thought she seen tall three tall structures in the distance, connected by bridges.
But it was waaaay off in the distance, and probably a hallucination. Umber may have saw it, but if he did, he didn't say anything. The sky seemed much more vivid than Pyrrhia. But Sora landed, the soil was full of different life. Life she never got to see on Pyrrhia (But to be fair, Sora lived in the MudWing's swampy kingdom for a majority of her life). She rested her aching head down on her aching arms, and fell asleep in the damp, humid cold night. The next day, she and Umber went exploring. 
They flew more inland, and at a height that Sora was sure no MudWing flew up to before. Sora had a hard time flapping her wings and breathing, and it was obvious Umber did too. Sora could see the shoreline for a few hundred miles. It was clear there definitely were structures, but they were south. Way south. The northernmost one seemed further away from the other two, and she could see two more of these huge, absolutely resource-sucking towers. 
They seemed to surround a... sinkhole? Although Sora could barely see. She had no choice but to descent to a much lower altitude, as her wings froze, with post-flying-a-million-miles pain. She took ten minutes to comfortably and slowly descend, as the warm soil and air felt comforting. But they were in a different region of the similar mountain range, but instead of something that divided a continent, it was in the corner of one it seemed.
Sora and Umber took off their pouches and put them beside a boulder, hunted some deer and sat down by a fire they lit. "I can't believe the Lost Continent is real!" Umber declared, his wings twitching in excitement. "Do you think those towers in the distance has dragons like us?" Sora shrugged as a reply, looking down. But she still had to admit, this was amazing, despite just sitting in a mountain range in the corner of the continent. The deer cooked rapidly over the fire, as Sora smelled scents she wasn't familiar with.
Suddenly the leaves rustled. Umber flapped up, Sora seeing his body in the nearly pitch-dark skies. Suddenly something snapped, and Umber flew away "I'm going to check it out!" he said. Suddenly, flashbacks to Crane's death erupted in Sora's mind. She tried smothering the imaginary flames with her mental mud, but it was no use.
Suddenly she flapped up, and looked around trying to fly in a solo formation as she breathed flames on a few bushes and where the sounds had came from, and landed on the ground with a thump. She hissed, letting the fire slowly build up as she looked around. "Umber!" She shouted, but something hit her on the back of the head.
"Huh." Said another voice stealthily. Sora turned around and pounced on the shadow figure. As she pinned another dragon down, Sora saw a face that was unlike any tribe. A different facial structure with scale patterns belonging to no tribe. Antennae that was as long as the dragon's thin, regal horns and scales that were iridescent and metallic of bright colors like a RainWing. But this dragon lacked any ruff behind her round ears. But as Sora was confused, something else hit her on the back of the head, and her mind slipped into a black ocean abyss.
|-|Umber=
Umber felt dizzy, tired, and his neck hurt. He moved his aching arm towards where the pain was the worst. He looked over, where Sora was in a deep sleep and had some burn marks. But there was something else. A fabric-like material that shone like pure silver and glittered, with a soft blue frost seemingly covering it. Umber shook his head and rubbed his eyes.
It was silk. He got up and struggled to get on the smooth floor. A wave of pain bolted through his body. He was in a cave, with a smooth light grey floor, with a silk entrance and little glasses in shapes of strange dragons like the ones he saw before he was shot out of the air. There were fires burning in the glasses, as Umber stumbled to take a closer look. 
"I see you have woken up." Said a voice. Umber flinched and turned his head, and standing there was a bright, iridescent orange dragon. The dragon did have four, butterfly like wings, antennae and eyes that were like a dragon's but somewhat reminded Umber of bug eyes. Umber glanced over at Sora as a growl rumbled in his throat.
The colorful dragon looked at Umber. The dragon seemed calm, with round ears and a long, smooth regal snout and horns. "Don't be like that." The dragon ordered. It was a male dragon, and he folded his four wings to his back and approached Umber.
"Don't come any closer!" Umber said, anxious. "I won't hurt you." Said the dragon. "I'm Citrusthread."
"Umber. And that's Sora." Umber pointed at his sister.
"Ah. We nearly had to evacuate our dragonets because of her. Would you like me to teach you about the tribes of Pantala while we wait for our leader's approval to show you around?"
"Yes?" Umber agreed, puzzled a bit.
"Alright." Said Citrusthread, as he reached in on a pouch and pulled out multiple weavings. "I am what you call a SilkWing. We usually name ourselves after butterflies, moths, dragonflies and spiders, but..." He trailed off, sadness swelling in his eyes. "But we broke away from them."
"Them?" Umber asked, his claws tapping his flat chin. "yes." Citrusthread finally spoke slowly in a presentable voice. "You see- let me explain my tribe now." 
"Alright"
"Us SilkWings come in any color, except we don't have black scales. Well, we usually don't. Its extremely rare for us to have them." He turned around, as a few seconds later a very pale green SilkWing with very dark orange eyes looked at Citrusthread and stroked the silk drape that was sliced in half as an entrance. "The leader has given you permission to show the little one around." they said in a high pitch anxious noise. Citrusthread nodded at Umber. "But that one..." glancing at Sora, both dragons nodded in agreement as they didn't want to say something around Umber. His brows furrowed for a moment, before observing the dragon.
"Anyways." the orange SilkWing continued, pacing out with Umber following behind. They stepped onto a large wooden deck, overlooking a valley with a wide river, with silk bridges going between mountain to mountain and cave to cave, however there were none in this cave. There were wooden stairs and platforms on other caves too, some above, and some below them, although Umber noticed most of them were above them. 
There were also many silk nest-like homes on cliffs and soils either by the riverbank, on the peaks of mountains or just the flat ground. "Interesting." Umber said. The two dragons walked down the wooden stairs onto ground level, with wing-lengths below them and away, was a wide, turquoise river. 
The mountains in general seemed to range from dry and brownish-gold, to lush bright forest green, short and pointy and tall and dull. Umber was sure there was never such scenery in Pyrrhia. "Oh wow." Umber said, his pale amber eyes glittering. The river away from them had wide beaches from muddy sand and pebbles. "Mhm." Agreed Citrusthread, looking around in awe too, as if he never seemed to notice the beauty until now. "Back to the SilkWings... We hatch wingless, but grow our wings when we spin cocoons at the age of six."
After explaining the tribes of Pantala and a brief history, Umber was in even more awe. They knew about Clearsight! They were like insects! And their dragonets hatched wingless! "Wait-" umber realized. "Hm?" Citrusthread said on a pathway towards the thin end of the river. "You said they spin silk that is pinkish-white in color, nd flamesilk and such is rare?" asked the MudWing
"Yes." Said Citrusthread. Umber was about to question his, as all dragons, according to Citrusthread, had special silk here. "But we took all of them and fled here. As I told you, Queen Wasp kinda... I'm not repeating myself, yeah." 
"I understand." Umber nodded. "What are some special silks? And is this community based around it?" Umber asked. he looked around above him to see if he can see any SilkWings spinning special silk. "As you saw, you saw very few LeafWings." started Citrusthread, glancing upward and his yellow eyes skimmed the air for a moment. Umber tried remembering. "I don't remember seeing any LeafWings..." He said, looking at the SilKWing suspiciously.
"Ah. Well, they are here, but there isn't many." 
"Oh. You never told me your silk type. or any silk types."
"Oh!" Citrusthread's orange tail whipped around some. He turned around to Umber and lifted one of his claws, as a bright yellow-gold thread that seemed soaked with a translucent black liquid. "I have acidsilk. It's more common than flamesilk. But like all special silk, it's very rare and unique." Umber nodded, as Citrusthread handed Umber the little bit of acidsilk. "But what about the other silks?"
"Yes." The two stopped at a stairway to a wide part of the beach on the river. "Flamesilk is a silk on fire. It glows and is usually gold, and is used for fire. Frostsilk is frozen silk, we use it for storage and first-aid. Electricsilk dragonets usually hatch in awful storms and has dangerous lightning-like silk. There are so many, I might as well give you a book!" 
"Oh wow." Umber said. There were many special silks. The two dragons exchanged details about special abilities their tribe had, and their tribes in general and societies they lived in. But something seemed off when Citrusthread was interested in MudWings. But it was night, and most dragons seemed to be heading off to sleep. There were guards taking three wingless dragonets to a blocked off area in the SilkWing village. The vilage contained all residents of the 'Super Secret Special Silk Society', the group umber has been accepted in.
"Here. You and your arsonist friend can sleep here." Said Citrus thread, as two guards with what seemed like acidsilk infused iron spears jabbed Sora roughly as they lead her to a small silk nest in the corner of a cliff above the turquoise river, which was known as Blessing River. In the silk nest, however, had a mud brick floor with a nest that seemed like the ones back at home.
Sora noticed it too. It was as if they knew they would like it, and there were other MudWings here in the secret silk society. Sora seemed skeptical, as umber layed down on the rough, muddy silk blanket. There was a bundle of dry tendril on the ground surrounded with rocks like a campfire. Umber breathed a bit of flame as Sora moments later sighed and laid down with Umber. The two sibs slept peacefully in the night. 
Umber would have a happy life here, even if he would not fit in. 
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