Wings of Fire The War of the Sky

Tribes
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SunWings
Description: Zig-zags of red, orange, and/or yellow, with red spikes going down from the head to the tip of the tail, which was a club of spikes. Red, orange, or yellow eyes
Abilities: Breathe fire, and when angry/annoyed/ or scared, their scales will become burning hot. 
Queen: Queen Soare
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MoonWings
Description: Dark purple or blue with white under scales. Black, purple or blue eyes. 
Abilities: Breathe blueish purple fire, and see in the dark. When in moonlight, they grow stronger.
Queen: Queen Masina
StormWings
Description: Gray or black with electric blue zig-zags down the spine and sides. Blue or white eyes, and zig-zag horns. Immune to lightning.
Abilities: Instead of fire, this tribe uses lightning. Wings are strong, so that they can fly through storms.
Queen: Queen Furtuna
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CloudWings
Description: Pearly white with blue, purple, and green swirls, like an opal. Blue or green eyes. Tail club. 
Abilities: This tribe was wiped out during the Sky Wars, but before that, they could breathe out a heavy mist to hide them if threatened.
Queen: before being wiped out, Queen Aburi
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Prologue
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A dragon was in the middle of chaos. She was flying high and low, dodging blue and red flames, and bodies being flung out of the sky. This dragon was long and narrow, red and yellow, with a spot of orange that encircled an eye. She was a SunWing, hatched to protect her queen, but right now she had to save herself. And her egg.
A black dragon lunged out at her, and she just managed to dive quickly underneath him. She kept flying, her wings pounding.
Her heart stops.
Zuva’s husband was fighting two large MoonWings, and was covered in blood and cuts. The biggest of the dragons raises a white spear, and drives it through his chest.
“Solis!” she roars. She cuddles her egg close to her heart, and races to the MoonWings. Zuva swings her spiked tail-club and aims it at the big one's head. He collapses out of the sky, his partner yelling “Bloodmoon!”. Zuva dives for her husband, and catches one of his talons. His kind, lemon yellow and orange face was a mask of agony, and when she touched him, she felt the burning sensation underneath her own talon. She becomes warm, and she knows that her own scales are heating up, due to her sadness and anger.
“Solis,” she sobs. “My love.”
“My sun.” he says, opening his bright red eyes, and he reaches up and touches her face. “Protect our egg. Keep it safe. I love you.”  He lets go of her talon and smiles sadly, falling to the ground.
And he was gone.
Tear-streaked and scared, Zuva hugs her egg, and blasts out of the battle.
My Solis, she thought as she dogged and swerved. The MoonWings killed you, and me, and they will pay. They will pay. But before that, I will keep our egg safe. I will raise it to hate MoonWings, and to never stop surviving. She hesitated. Not it, they. I will teach them to love no matter what, but to never love MoonWings. I will name them the two names you liked the most.
I promise, Solis, the MoonWings will never lay a claw on our dragonets. Not when I’m here to protect them. 
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Chapter one
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“MOM!” Matahari screamed. “Coal pushed me again!”
“Did not!” Coal said back. “Liar!”
Matahari stopped yelling. She turned to face her brother, and glared dangerously at him. “What did you call me?”
“You heard me,” he snarked. “Liar!”
Matahari’s scales glowed a vicious red, the same as her own scales, and leapt at Coal. They fought on the floor of their room, and finally their mother, Zuva, walked in and sighed. 
“Sometimes,” she said, rubbing her forehead. “You two can sure give me a headache.”
“He started it!” Matahari cried. 
“You two are five years old.” Zuva scolded. “Too old for tattle-tailing,” she looked at Coal’s sister. “And too old for name calling.” she said directly to Coal.
Well it’s not my fault she is a sun-blocker. Coal thought angrily. It’s not my fault that she likes getting me in trouble.
He glared at his twin. Her scarlett scales were still glowing, and the zig-zags of yellow under her wings were writhing like cobras.  His own orange scales were glowing, too, and his red-spiked tail club was rattling on the stone floor angrily. He looked into the small pool of clear water, and his yellow circle surrounding one of his bright red eyes. Coal also had a stripe of yellow going down his spine.
Matahari growled. She stalked off to her bed, which was an overhanging cliff covered in quilt elk hide. She threw the hide over her, and remained in silence. Coal exited their room, and walked into the big cave, which was where they ate. He glanced at the kill pile, and saw only two feeble fawn legs swarmed with flies. He almost threw up.
“I’m going to go hunt with Dielle, Mother!” he called.
“Be back before dark,” Zuva called from the wash room. “Before the MoonWings come out.”
Hatred flooded through him. MoonWings. Mortal enemies to the SunWings. For fifteen years, they’ve been at war with them, and each month, the SunWings lose hundreds of soldiers. All because Queen Masina of the MoonWings tried to take over the SunWings when the two tribes were at peace. Queen Soare of the SunWings was the best queen of all of Pamaria, obviously. Soon him and his sister  would become soldiers as well, and they would fight. And hopefully not die. They’ve been in battle school since they were two, after all.
Coal flew into the bright sunny day. If Pamaria looked like a dragon, the SunWings live on the head of it.  The MoonWings live all the way on the tail, and the body, the biggest territory, belongs to the StormWings. Queen Furtuna lets the two rival tribes fight on her land, as long as they bring her a talonful of treasure each. The two talons of the continent used to belong to Queen Aburi and the CloudWings, but in the beginning of the Sky Wars, they fought the two tribes as well. The CloudWings were not a big tribe, and they were taken out in the first four years. But no one wanted to take the deceased tribes territory. The talons were close to the ocean, and that means it fogs all the time. With the natural fog and the mist that the CloudWings made themselves, that part of the continent was scary and haunted.
Coal shuddered as he remembered the ghost stories he was told as a small dragonet. He and Matahari used to go to a dragonet watcher with five other dragonets when they were less than a year old, and on the day when the war started six years ago, the watcher told them ghost stories about how Queen Aburi and the rest of the CloudWings will come and haunt naughty SunWing dragonets if they are mean to each other. He couldn’t sleep that night. The next day when his mother brought them back to the watcher, she yelled about how she couldn’t get a wink of sleep because she told them horror stories about a tribe that died six years ago.
He recognized Dielle’s cave, and landed on the balcony. Dielle was Coal’s best friend since he was three years old, when she stood up to Dingo, the Battle School Bully, as everyone called him.
“Dielle?” Coal called, poking his head into the cave. “You home?”
“COAL!” Dielle shrieked, leaping around the corner. He jumped, and backed away as his friend stampede towards him. “SAVE MEEEE.” She hid behind his wings as her two younger sisters Fire and Heat came flying around on their tiny wings.
“Dielle!” they shouted. “We are not done with making you beautiful!”
Coal peered at Dielle. Now that he saw her closely, he saw that her banana yellow face was smeared with dyed mud, in blue, red, and pink. He laughed.
“Wait, so you can stand up to Dingo, but not your six month old sisters?” he teased.
“Sun demons.” she hissed.
“Our names not sun demons, we Fire and Heat!” they scolded.
“Listen,  you two,” Coal said kindly. “Me and Dielle are gonna go hunting, and she needs a break. Why don’t you go find my sister, Matahari? I bet your mom will take you.”
Just wait, dear sister. He thought wickedly. Your revenge is coming on a diamond platter.
“OOOOOOH.” they cooed. “MOMMY. Can we go to Auntie Zuva’s house? We want to make Matahari BEAUTIFUL.”
Dielle’s mother, Ember chuckled from their big cave, and came into the entrance cave.
“Why not?” she smiled. “I had to talk to her anyway.”
“Okay, good,” Dielle said, ushering Coal out of the cave with her wings. “See you soon, we’re going to go hunt, see you before dark!” they lifted into the sky, and headed for Prey Valley.
After hours of talking, stalking, and laughing, they headed back to their caves. The sun went behind the mountains, and they both flew faster, being swallowed by the darkness.
They suddenly heard screaming. They looked at each other, hoping not to be what they thought it was. They rounded a corner, and there was Queen Soare’s palace. The Palace was a bright, glowing orange, almost the exact same color as the queen herself. Except instead of SunWings flying in the place, they were bolting out of it as fast as they could. It was swarmed with deep purple and blue dragons, that all had white under scales.
MoonWings.
Attacking the Queens palace.
Coal and Dielle stopped, horrified. They were in the middle of a battle, and they couldn’t go up or around it without being killed. Coal backed away, but Dielle grabbed his wing.
“This is our chance!” she said, shaking his wing.
“Of what, dying?” he yelped. “Because I don’t think I want to yet!”
“No, puff-brain,” she laughed. “This is our chance to prove to the Queen that we are loyal soldiers!”
Coal gave her a searching look.
“Look,” she said. “I know that the MoonWings killed your father. But maybe the one that stabbed him is there! Maybe you could get your revenge.”
He hesitated, and then blasted into the middle of the battle.
He bashed a navy blue dragon with his tail, and Dielle laughed as she set another on fire. The MoonWing flapped away, shrieking and beating his wings, trying to put the fire out. They fought how they were trained, and they were still alive, to Coal’s relief.
And then he saw him.
A MoonWing, a blue so dark it was almost black, and he was attacking a SunWing soldier. That was the MoonWing that killed his father, Solis.
Coal stopped fighting and examined his opponent. He was a well-trained fighter, leaping around in circles to slash at his enemies throat. He knocked a SunWing dragonet that looked younger than him out of the sky. Coal dived to catch her, and pulled in his wings to go faster. He grabbed her talon and hefted her on his back and over to a cave. He gently set her on the stone floor.
“Are you ok?” he said. The SunWing dragonet was a peach orange, with a darker orange for her eyes. She looked about two, and her face had a red stripe that went down her snout.
She nodded, but said nothing.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Candle.”she said in a low voice, and said a little stronger, “My name is Candle.” She looked around the cave and out into the battle. Why did the name Candle sound familiar? “Who was that?” she whispered.
Coal grimaced, remembering the stories his mother told him all the time. 
“His name is Bloodmoon.” he growled. “And he killed my father five years ago.”
“Oh,” she said, patting his talon. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.” Coal said, glaring at the moon.
“Well,” she said thoughtfully. “Should we go kill him?”
Coal laughed. “I think that you’re a little young to fight a full grown MoonWing, Candle.”
“You’re still a dragonet too,” she snapped. Coal was surprised. He thought that Candle would be small and careless, letting Coal decide for her, like Fire and Heat do. But instead, she was quiet and, now he found out, only spoke up unless she needed to.
“How old are you?” he asked.
“One and a half.” she replied. “And you are five. That’s what makes you still a dragonet. A dragonet is considered full grown when he or she is seven years old, the same age when a princess is old enough to challenge her mother for the throne.” she saw Coal’s awed look and continued on, smiling with pleasure. “Did you know that Queen Soare challenged her mother the day she turned seven years old? Queen Mirage was so surprised when her youngest daughter challenged her.”
Coal sat down, amazed that such a young dragonet knew this much. How did she know he was five?
“We should get you back home, Candle.” he said, avoiding the mischievous look in her orange eyes. He then thought of something. “How did you get in the middle of that battle?”
“I was heading home from the royal library.” Candle said.
“The royal one?” he said, confused. “Why not the public library?” Candle didn’t answer which made him even more curious.
They flew out of the cave silently, avoiding the collision of the MoonWing and SunWings.
“Where do you live?” he called.
“I live there.” she said, pointing to the palace.
“The Pal-” and then everything made sense; the royal library, the name Candle sounding familiar. “Wait, your Princess Candle! Daughter to Lady Sunbeam, who is sister to Queen Soare!”
“Yep!” she said, beaming.
“Wow!” he said. “The Princess! I can’t believe it! I saved you! Candle, I saved you!” he turned to look at her. “Candle?”
He gasped. He saw a MoonWing holding her, covering Candles mouth and holding her wings. She was unconscious.
“Candle!” he roared, diving at the MoonWing.
And then something heavy hit over his head, and he slowly fell out of the sky.
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Chapter two
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Coal woke up in what looked like a cave, but then he saw a door barred like a…
“Prison.” Candle whispered. Coal realized that the dragonet was messing with the lock of the door.  “Don’t speak too loudly. They’ll hear you.”
“Whose they?” he whispered back, rubbing the back of his head where he was hit. Everything seemed blurry and fuzzy, and he sat up and shook his head. 
“MoonWings.” she hushed him as he stumbled over to the door with her. Candle pointed to the two MoonWing guards that were sleeping on either side of the door. The guards were asleep, but barley; They were moving at the slightest sound, and kept grunting when a mouse streaked by.
They kept in silence for an hour or so, playing Fire, Talons, or Tail. After Candle beat him for the eighth time, he finally gave up and asked her about the Palace.
“What’s it like? Do you get to eat with the Queen?” his headache had cleared a little bit, but it still hurt where he was hit with. He thought it was a rock, due to the scrapes that were there as well as the swelling.
“It’s amazing,” she answered. “I get the newest books, and go to the best school in the Kingdom.” she looked sad. “But I don’t have any friends, really. Mother thinks they’re too rowdy. The other smart dragonets that Mother does approve, are older than me, and always tease me for being smarter than them.”
“Oh,” he said. “I’m surprised they said that to a Princess.”
“Well,” she said, staring at her claws. “Only when I’m at school. Or when My mom isn’t there.”
They talked for another hour, and finally, one of the guards woke up.
“You.” he huffed, pointing a claw at Candle.
“Me.” she said back, glaring.
“No attitude.” he growled. “Queen Masina won’t take well to trouble makers.”
Candle gave Coal a horrified look as the MoonWing hauled her out of the cell. He didn’t do it very gently.
“Wait!” he cried as the door slammed shut. “I want to go! She’s just a dragonet!”
“Last time I checked,” the guard grumbled. “So were you.”
Coal sat back down, not being able to do anything. He watched helplessly as the guard pushed Candle down the tunnel. She cast a worried look as she left. Coal growled.
He waited and paced for a good amount of time. He paced until he heard talon steps coming down the hall.
“Candle?” he called.
No answer.
“Anyone?” He tried again. “Hello?”
Still no answer.
And then, out of nowhere, a MoonWing popped up. She was very pretty, with her dark blue eyes. She had dark purple scales, with swirls of blue. Her under belly was shining silver, and her face was freckled with white scales.
“Oh,” he hissed. “It’s just another MoonWing.”
“No need to be rude.” the pretty dragon said. “I’m going to get you out of here.”
“Oh, sure.” he said sarcastically. “And why would you help me?”
“I don’t exactly know,” she said, tilting her head. “I saw the guards pull you in. You were unconscious and You were the first SunWing that I’ve ever seen. So I snuck in, and as soon as I snuck in I saw the guards pushing a little SunWing dragonet."
“And why should I trust you?” He growled. “ You're just another MoonWing that's trying to kill me.  I don't even know your name.” 
“My name is Blumoon. And I'm going to help you out of jail." she said again. 
"How?"
Bluemoon held up some keys. She unlocked the door, and stood aside so that Coal could step out. Bluemoon lead the way, which made Coal feel overpowered. 
"This way," she said, pointing to a door. "That's the exit."
"What about Candle?" he said, turning his head back toward the tunnel. "She was the SunWing dragonet you were talking about. The guards took her to see Masina."
"We should go get her." Bluemoon agreed, nodding. 
"Why are you helping me?" Coal asked again, shivering as she turned around and accidentally brushed his wing with hers.
"Because I don't believe in war." she said, stopping for him to catch up.
They walked in silence, Bluemoon leading him to the throne room. The Moon Palace was big; bigger than her thought it would be. On every turn, there was a door leading to another room, and so on. Bluemoon finally stopped at a certain door, pressing her ear to listen. Coal did the same and heard Candle's tiny voice wavering.
"I can't tell you that." she said.
"You will tell." said a low, soft voice. "Or I will have no hesitation killing your acquaintance."
"No!" Candle cried. "Please, don't kill Coal. He saved my life."
"Then tell me." Queen Masina hissed. 
"No." 
"Get her out of here." Masina growled, sounding annoyed.
"Yes, Queen Masina." said a guard. Coal heard talonsteps and quietly moved back, leading Bluemoon around a corner. Her scales were soft and smooth.
They waited for a moment, side by side, and Coal realized that their tails were tangled up. He hoped she hadn’t noticed yet.
He heard talonsteps, and jumped out and slammed the slab over the guards head. He grunted and fell over, unconscious. At first Candle looked frightened, but then saw Coal and her face turned to sunshine.
“Coal!” she leapt and hugged him, and then saw Bluemoon over his shoulder. “Why is there a MoonWing with you?” she growled.
“She’s with me.” he said, nodding at Bluemoon. “Her name is Bluemoon, and she helped me escape the dungeon.
“Oh,” she said, looking at the blue-black dragon closely. “I’m Candle. Princess Candle.”
“Nice to meet you.” Bluemoon said bowing. Candle gave her a surprised look and nodded. “Please, both of you call me Moon. Bluemoon is really long to say so many times.”
Candle laughed.
Another guard came out of the throne room and looked around. 
Oh, no. I’m not going back to prison. Coal thought. He threw himself at the MoonWing, and let his scales heat up with anger of the killing of his father. He walked toward the frightened soldier and lifted his talon. 
“Please,” the guard croaked. “I have a daughter.”
Coal hesitated, with his claw inches away from the soldier's navy face. He turned to Moon and Candle, and they were giving him a let him go, he didn’t do anything to you look. His talon receded.
“Go.” Coal hissed. “Run before I change my mind. And don’t you dare tell Masina.” 
“Thank you.” the guard said, turning and running away.
Coal walked back to Candle and Moon. 
“Come on Candle, we should get you back to the Sun Kingdom.”
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“BUT I WAAAANT TO GO WIIIITH YOU.” Candle protested for the hundredth time, finally acting like a pampered baby dragonet. The sun was peeking through the jagged hills of Windcloud Mountain, making the wailing dragonets face a bright peach color.
“You’re too young,” Coal barked. “Besides, Lady Sunbeam would absolutely kill me if you got hurt. She’s probably already tearing down the kingdom ever since you didn’t come home last night. Oh, for the love of the Sun gods.”
Candle had stopped flying and dived below the clouds. They were right above the Storm Kingdom, AND IF A CRYING SUNWING CAME CRASHING DOWN ONTO THEIR KINGDOM, they might as well hand themselves over to Queen Furtuna. Moon, on the other talon, was flying silently, looking longingly as the moons went down. Coal sighed.
“Come on, let's get her.” he said, staring into those deep, blue eyes. 
Focus, Coal! he scolded. Stay on target! Get the wailing howler monkey of a SunWing.
He dived into the gray clouds, which tickled his face in their whispery kind of way. Candle was sitting in the dried yellow grass.
“Candle,” Coal said, annoyed. “Come on, now.”
“You're not my mother.” Candle said defiantly. “You can’t tell me what to do.”
“But I’m in charge of you until we get back home.” he said. “Lets go. NOW.”
“But I hate it.” she said indignantly. “Everyone is telling you how to act, picking someone that you're supposed to love…” she broke off, looking embarrassed.
“Whoa,” Moon said, looking closely at Candle. “Do you have a crush on someone?” 
“No!” Candle cried, even before Moon was done talking. Moon scrunched up her snout, giving her a smug look.
“Fine,” Candle said, poking at the dried weeds. “I tell you as long as you keep it a secret.”
“I swear to the moonbeams.” Moon promised. 
“His name is Ray.” Candle sighed dreamily. “He goes to my school, and he is the kindest dragon ever!”
“And who were you assigned to marry?” asked Coal.
“This lunkhead named Sparky.”
“Ha!” Moon laughed. “Even with that name I know that he’s the worst!”
They continued to chat for a little while longer. 
And then a dragon jumped out of the grass and landed hard on top of Candle.
Coal and Moon both roared in anger. They leapt at the attacker, and tried to pull him off the little dragonet. This dragon was a dark grey with a stripe of electric blue going down his snout, back and tail, and looked about seven. He had dark blue eyes with hints of purple, like Moon’s scales. He was a StormWing.
“GET OFF!” Candle shouted, throwing off the StormWing with brute strength. 
“Hey!” he yelped, backing away. “I was just trying to get your attention.” 
“By jumping on dragons and giving them heart attacks!?” Candle yelled.
“I was saying, ‘Excuse me?’ but you didn’t notice.” the StormWing said, sticking out his forked black tongue. Candle huffed.
“My name is Zap.” he said. “And I need the help of a SunWing.”
“What’s the problem?” Coal asked. 
“My sister, Rain. She’s been missing for two weeks.” Zap said sadly. “An elderly StormWing in our colony claims that she saw a SunWing soldier take Rain, and that’s as far as I got into clues. Please, help me find my little sister.”
“Of course we’ll help.” Moon promised, putting a talon on Zap's shoulder, making Coal heat up with jealousy. “What’s she look like?” 
“She’s a really light grey with a pastel blue on the underside of her wings and scales. On her wings are splattered with black, as though someone threw tar all over her. She is four and a half, with white eyes with hints of blue.”
“We’ll find her.” Candle said, though her tone was a little rough.
Zap smiled. “Thank you.” 
“Where did the elder see the SunWing carry her off to?”
“Over to Lake Cyclone.” Zap pointed west. “That’s what Windy told me, but she’s so old, she's practically crazy!”
“I’ve learned to always trust your elders.” Moon said. “Once, when I was six months old, my favorite stuffed elk hide was stolen, and I asked my grandmother, who is, like, 120.”
Everyone laughed.
“We should try it either way.” Coal said, looking where Zap had pointed. “Let’s go.”
They flew west, heading in the direction of Lake Cyclone. Zap had insisted that he should come along. They saw smoke. 
Fire? Coal thought curiously. Out here next to the water? SunWings hate water, though.
They flew down to the smoke and saw a camp. It was filled with StormWings of all colors and sizes. At first Coal thought that this was normal; a StormWing camp hunting and chopping down wood for the Queen, but then he saw at least ten SunWing guarding the StormWings, making sure that they didn’t escape. Coal’s heart stopped. 
The SunWings, his tribe, was keeping StormWings prisoner.
Chapter three
Candle gasped, and Moon clapped her claws over her mouth. Zap growled angrily, But Coal didn’t do anything as he watched a SunWing shove a StormWing dragonet a grey so light it was almost white…
Zap growled even louder. “That’s my sister.” he hissed. 
“I can’t believe it,” Candle mumbled, mostly to herself. “If I had known-I would’ve-why would they do such a horrible thing?” 
“We need to get my sister.” Zap said. “Now, before they take her away from me again.” He sped off down to the camp, but then Moon grabbed him by the wing, which practically flipped him upside down. 
“Hold on,”she said. “Let's think smarter than just barging into a heavily guarded StormWing prison labor camp.”
“Well, what else are we supposed to do?” Zap yelled.
“I might have an idea…” Candle said quietly. “But I’m not sure it’ll work.”
“We’ll try anything.” he said indignantly. 
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They flew into the camp, when they were immediately greeted by a trio of burly looking SunWings guards.
“There a problem?” one of them grumbled. 
“Yes,” Candle said in a royal voice. “You blatantly ignored this StormWing peasant and a MoonWing which was spotted by this junior soldier,” she indicated Coal, who was standing in the perfect soldier stance that he’d been practicing for three years. “Who was patrolling the Storm Kingdom.”
“Princess Candle!” another soldier gasped. “We- we’re so sorry!” 
“Do not apologize,” she said with a flick of her tail.  “Just take the StormWing and the MoonWing to do… whatever you're doing.”
“LET ME GO!” Zap roared theatrically, his claws tied together by a thick vine. “I DON’T DESERVE THIS!!” 
“Shush your lightning mouth.” the first guard replied, giving Zap a dirty look. “And the FilthWing?” he pointed at the Moon. Coal tensed, trying to bite back a growl.
“Yes,” Candle said. “And call her a MoonWing. She is obviously not filthy.”
“Yes, Princess.” said the SunWing guard, bowing. Candle shifted uncomfortably. “Come on, you.” 
“I want to come as well.” Candle demanded as Zap and Moon were tugged by to the soldiers. “I also want the junior to come with me.”
“Of course, Princess Candle.” the guard said again. 
“What are your names?” Candle asked curiously, almost losing her regal tone.
“My name is Burst.” said the first one. He pointed to the second one and then the third. “He’s Flicker, and she’s Glow.” Glow was the one that hadn’t spoken yet.
“This way,” Burst said, leading Candle into the camp. Coal followed close behind Moon and Zap.
Some of the StormWings looked up from what they were doing. 
“Back to work.” Glow said. She had a funny high pitched voice that almost made Coal want to laugh. He smothered his mouth, making a strange snort which made Glow spin around. She glowered at the StormWings, and her gaze landed on a particularly small one, a dragonet who looked no more than four. “You dare!” she shrieked, jumping in front of the dragonet. “You dare laugh at me, you lousy piece of deer dung!” she smacked the dragonet hard, who cried out, making Zap stop where he was at. He swung around.
“Rain!” he cried. “That’s my sister, SunWing!”
“Zap!” the dragonet said excitedly.
Glow shrieked angrily. “Moldy trash!” she shouted. “May the Sun dry you out like the rotten fish you are!”
“Glow,” one of the SunWings said calmly. “No yelling at the prisoners. What did I tell you?”
“Shut your meditating mouth, Shine!” Glow yelled, fury radiating off her scales. “This StormWing is mine!” she leapt at Rain, but was plowed out of the way by a ball of dark grey scales.
“Don’t touch her!” Zap shouted, throwing Glow off. He had escaped from his rope. “Get away! I’m warning you!” his mouth cracked with blue sparks, his lightning coming from the depths of his chest.
“Look out!” Coal yelled over the shouting of SunWings and StormWings alike, pushing Candle and Moon onto the dirt. Moon grabbed Rain as the little StormWing tried to stop her brother, and through Rain underneath herself to protect her. Coal closed his eyes.
And then the lightning came. Coal squinted his eyes as a brilliant light blinded him. Zap was thrashing his neck, throwing the lightning around the camp. The SunWings were taking cover, avoiding the lightning, but the other StormWings were giving Zap a worshipping look. StormWings were immune to lightning, so they had nothing to worry about.
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