Chains of silk

= Chains of Silk =
 a very extremely massive gigantic enormous *insert other words that mean insanely big* WIP
== Prologue ==
The hatchery was peaceful.
The moonlight shone down at the neatly arranged eggs, reflecting off their metallic shells. It was calm in here, which was occasionally broken by the sound of a dragonet tapping, as if they were testing the strength of the shell deciding if they were strong enough to break through the walls and enter the real world outside. The small lifes inside eventually gave up, deciding they would wait another day before trying again.
The silence shattered by the sounds of talonsteps, and the interruption of a harsh voice.
"Ugh, this is stupid. Having to wake up in the middle of the night just to watch some stupid SilkWing dragonet hatch. As if some lowborn weakling is going to attack us."
"Now, now," Another voice replied smoothly, "This dragonet is not just any SilkWing."
"Now I'm actually curious, Tuscany. How is this one different to the rest that you require a guard to go with you to the hatchery?"
"Ecru, settle down and listen. Both of this dragon's parents are FLAMESILKS. FlameSilks are extremely dangerous. Better safe than sorry!
"Pfff, sounds terrifying. Especially with the fact that they won't get their silk until they are five. Plus, sometimes they dont even have FlameSilk even though both of their parents were FlameSilks, remember that one purple silkwing that we ended up imprisoning straight as she was born just to find out she had normal silk despite her parents being flamesilks?
”Still, precautions must be taken, we…” 
The HiveWing was interrupted midway by the tap, tap, tap of the silvery egg at their feet. The egg rocked side to side as the dragonet squirmed inside. A small crack appeared at the side, which kept growing as the little dragon pushed and kicked. The egg splintered into sections, then burst. The sections fell to the floor, some shattering upon contact, some staying intact, rocking back and forth. In the center of the broken pieces was a little navy blue dragonet, unfurling his antennae to test the air of the new world. Bright colors of purple and orange began to rise, claiming the pitch black night sky.
The first HiveWing seemed uninterested, but next to him, the other HiveWing had an eerie smile creeping up his face. 
"Hello there little one, Queen Wasp is going to love you so much! You better enjoy your carefree dragonet years, as I'm afraid Queen Wasp won't let you have anymore after that!" He paused, and bent down, with his eyes set onto the dragonets dark blue pupils. 
"Phthalo."
== Chapter 1 ==
SilkWing life was tough. Strict teachers, mean bullies, lots of rules, overwhelming punishment, inequality between the two tribes. But most SilkWings simply accepted it, after all, they saved us anyway.
But Phthalo felt like an outcast. No matter how hard he tried, he always found it difficult to adjust himself to the rules the HiveWings set. There just seemed like there was a layer of wrongness to it. He seemed to have more restrictions than the average SilkWing.
He would always remember the first rule he broke, when he was only 3. He has never gone outside, he has never even been on the webs. Confined to a small room in the Hive, raised in an orphanage with a carer that seemed to shoot daggers through her eyes every time he looked at her. He snuck out of his room at night, barely any HiveWings were on duty tonight. He made his way onto the webs and climbed the silk ladder up onto the roof. He struggled onto the flat wooden roof and lied down on his back, watching the stars with such excitement. It filled him with happiness, the stars looked so free in the sky, he wondered if he had wings he would fly all the way up to the moons and be as carefree as the comets. 
That joyful contentment didn't last long.
There was an uproar, and a dragon shot through the webs at such a speed that it left a gaping hole. Another one with a more bulky build rose through the webs, his tail poised and his claws open wide, showing two painful looking stingers in the palms of his talons. The first dragon was suddenly next to him, barking in his ear.
"Who gave you a right to be outside at this time! Do you not know about the curfew! And outside, on the roof of all things! Clearsight would think your a disgrace, and so do I!" 
Phthalo looked over and saw it was his caretaker. The burly dragon settled down next to him, he must be a guard or something, considering he was wearing a chestplate and radiated that imposing manner. 
"Name? Age? School? Family?" He inquired. He scribbled something down on a paper slip and mumbled something under his breath. He tore of a piece of the paper and handed it to Phthalo. In big letters it said "DEMERIT." He was later brought down and given a beating across his claws with a thin piece of wood and given a mouthful of shouting. As punishment, he had to write out the rules of the hive five times, which didn't help with his bruised talons. 
From then on, he strived to be a good citizen. He studied hard, he did all of his assignments and followed rules without question. And that was just it. He was only just a normal law-abiding silkwing who didn't wish for much, as his teacher has told him, "curiosity is a mistake, it would just fuel your greed." To him, it seemed kind of messed up, but he didn't dare to question him. 
"THREE MOONS, WAKE UP YOU PUNY IGNORANT SILKWINGS!" The caretaker bellowed, which echoed through the halls and made Phthalo snap back to the present. He jumped from his study, quickly put his sketchbook away and tidied up his bed as best as he could in a short amount of time. He stood in front of his bed, trying to look as awake as possible as the HiveWing carer burst through the door. He eyed each dragonet, and Phthalo could feel his heart pounding in his chest as the caretakers eyes settled on him. The HiveWing let out an unsatisfied grunt, then approached the first SilkWing, a nervous peach colored dragonet left to the center since his parents had to be transferred to wasp hive for something important. He carefully inspected each dragonet, their beds and their working studies. The caretakers eyes narrowed as they focused on a still fast asleep Caramel, a SilkWing who wasn't really the sharpest claw on the dragon. 
"Mhm?" Caramel said drowsily, rubbing his eyes as he slowly woke up and started to adjust to the morning light. The caretaker looked at him, very disappointed. He took a deep breath in, and started yelling at him. 
"LOOK AT THE TIME! YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST LAZE AROUND ALL DAY! YOUR STUPID BRAIN CAN'T EVEN PROCESS SIMPLE INSTRUCTIONS FROM YOUR SUPERVISORS! ALL YOU DO IS SLEEP, EAT AND SLEEP!" The HiveWing paused, thinking about what form punishment to give the dragonet, "WRITE OUT THE EXPECTATIONS OF SILKWINGS TEN TIMES!" 
Caramel nodded, still looking half asleep, and slowly got out of bed. He yawned and stretched, and the caretaker gave him a disgusted look and moved along. 
Soon it was Phthalo's turn. He kept his chin tucked in his chest and stared at the floor as the lean HiveWing surveyed him. After what seemed like hours but was probably only a few minutes of inspection, the HiveWing let out an amused snort. 
"Metamorphosis today, at long last. Hmm, good luck I guess, I hope I never see you again." The caretaker said with a sigh of relief. He carried on to the next dragonet. 
work in progress eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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