The Queens’ War

== Welcome to Nemus, the Continent of Secrets. ==
=== Here on Nemus, we have three tribes. ===
note about HelioWings: several of the colony's members are SilverWings, sent by the SilverWing elders to accompany them and assist them on a long flight.
== Chapter One ==
=== Queen Heather of the DrizzleWings ===
I sit in my opal throne. The tall palace, with only floors, ceilings and supporting pillars, stands like an imposing shadow over the Rainy Peninsula. Rain falls fast and hard, splashing over the smooth, shiny slate floors through the openings where walls should be. The palace is built on a mountain, meaning that the throne room, despite being the first floor, is decently high up. I stare out sadly into the rain.
“Queen Heather?” A silver-grey dragon landed on the ledge jutting out of the front of the throne room.
”Yes, Pearl?” I reply quietly.
”HelioWings are incoming, Your Majesty,” Pearl informs me.
”You know what to do. Send out the army.” I look away absentmindedly, my grey eyes sad.
Pearl looks alarmed. “Aren’t you going into hiding, my queen?”
I stare down at my talons. “While dragons die for me? No, Pearl.”
”River will be furious,” Pearl reminds me.
I stand. “Let him be furious, then.” I grit my teeth and with a clacking noise, my scales are covered in plates of silver armour. I shove past Pearl, grabbing her spear, and leap of the ledge, throwing out my wings and drifting over my army, looking down at the little dragons below.
I’m stopped midair by a dark grey-blue dragon. Unlike my silver markings, his diamond patterns are black.
”Queen Heather? Where are you going?” He demands.
I don’t look River in the eyes. “To fight.”
River activates his armour plates as we fly closer to the fray. His armour is black (it corresponds with your diamond markings). “That’s mad. You know where you should be, Your Majesty. As your advisor-“
”It is your job to advise me, not control me,” I interrupt. “Thank you, River, you have done your job.” We fly over the traps we’ve set for invaders, and I swoop lower to make sure they’re in place properly. 
River follows silently. “My apologies, Queen Heather.”
I shrug. “Yes, it’s all very well.”
”Are you sure?”
I turn to him, alarmed, and he slashes one of my wings, his ridged claws cracking the armour and tearing into my wing. I cry out as I fall, but feel something springy catch me. Rolling and looking down, I see what caught me.
One of the traps.
I leap up, but not fast enough. Cold iron shackles close around my wrists and thick chain-link netting clanks around me. The ground gives way under me and I fall, thrashing in the bindings, into a dark, damp pit, rain streaming down my snout.
== Chapter Two ==
=== Sentry Lustre, HelioWing Elder of War===
" ...rrrgghhh.... "
I grumble to myself, struggling the wooden comb through my mane. The Colony has been busy with building the structures in this cavern, creating their roosts and caves while they fear for the worst. Everything here is crude and jagged right now, the only proper building being the Helio Mausoleum, which isn't allowed a skylight because of the war. At least the cave is hidden.
My own personal chamber, right now, is literally just a big room. There's a wooden bed with a woven wool sheet and my few salvaged belongings beside it, a polished wall to serve as a mirror and a small stream of fresh yet mineral tasting water trickling from a small spring. If this is how the SparkWings live, then I'm definitely not accepting Elder Spitfire's advances, yikes.
I splash some of the water onto my sparse mane, trying to detangle it. It is really not working. Giving up, I tug my black fur cloak on and continue admiring myself in the mirror. Its a guilty pleasure, really. Who'd like to think that their war General enjoys admiring themself in the mirror? Not me, but I do it anyways.
I actually look quite fabulous, even if I'm missing my right eye, am thin furred because I'm covered in scars from battles and getting struck by lightning. The thin fur I have left is pale gold, almost white, with silvering around my snout. My mane, however tangly it is, is almost jet black, just like how my spine fur was. My spine fur is mostly silver now, though. My horns too, they're odd, they're large and not curled like they're supposed to, curling the other way halfway down. Hard to believe I'm even a HelioWing with all this. I look more like a Shadewing or a Silverwing. Badass.
" Elder Lustre. "
I swivel around with a start, the absolute life being scared out of me. Curses to this lack of doors, catching me off guard, THE NERVE! Peering back at me is River, my favourite little double agent DrizzleWings.
" Right, thanks for scaring the absolute shingles out of me, River. A report, I'm assuming? " My fur settles back against my body as I tug on my eyepatch with a huff. He could have at least knocked on the wall...
" I have Queen Heather trapped. "
" oh. " I blink. Well, that's just lovely news, if only I wasn't busy admiring myself in a mirror. " Right, any other details with that, like maybe... where she is?? "
" Alright then moody. I trapped her near her palace in her own traps, you know the spot " River huffs back with the same energy.
I push past him, walking out of the Mausoleum and onto the ledge outside of it to peer over the cave. The Mausoleum is carved in a wall with a small ledge high up in the cavern. The small ledge was extended into a wooden platform for us elders to stand on. On the platform stands Envoy Mercury, Elder of Communication. He is enjoying a lovely cup of tea. River follows, but not directly behind, lingering still in the 'atrium' of the Mausoleum behind me.
I peer off of the platform, down at the countless HelioWings swarming around, building up the colony. The fact that we might not be able to stay is unnerving. I turn to Mercury, who glances back and sits up.
" Get to work Mercury. Get a message to my legion; Heighten patrols on the ShockWing side of the border, and send scout units out on either side. Set traps in return. " I say as I spread my arms, soaring off of the ledge.
I soar into the cavern, glancing at busy HelioWings before wrapping my hind talons around a wooden post in the archway to the Legion's Unit. I watch River and Mercury past to send those messages. I relax my muscles, swinging myself around and hanging upside down from the post, watching into the busy cave as the soldiers gather round to hear Mercury's message.
I love my job. I spread my wings and flutter further into the cave, past River and Mercury, into the depths of my warmongering.
==Chapter Three==
=== Queen Fulgurant of the ShockWings ===
…
The sound of rain filled the room as dark clouds filled the sky over the ShockWing palace. A cold breeze whisked by me as I sat on my pure alexandrite throne.
“What? What do you mean we won’t attack them?”, questioned the scrawny blue-orange advisor as he looked up at me curiously.
This new advisor was really getting on my nerves. I took a deep breath before responding, making sure to not show that I was annoyed with him.
“I mean exactly what I said. We will not invade either of them. We will let them fight each other before we step in and finish them both off,” I spoke, calmly but firmly, “The best offense is your defense.”
“Oh, yes, understood but uh,” he stuttered a bit, “What about the ChargeWings? I heard a few of the scouts saying they’re getting closer and closer to the edge of the border..”
I narrowed my eyes at the advisor. What was he thinking? “They can not defeat our guards. Barely any of them even have electricity anymore. They are practically useless in terms of fighting.”
“Yes, yes, and one more thing,” his voice became a whisper, as if he was afraid to say what he was about to say, “The HelioWings. They’ve allied with the ChargeWings.”
Those traitors!
I forced myself not to growl in anger.
“They have what?”
“The HelioWings have-“
“I HEARD WHAT YOU SAID.”
Oops. She shouldn’t have said that.
The advisor looked up in fear as he backed away, “Oooh-kayyy.. I’ll be going now…”
She headed off as well, hopefully she’d be able to get some sleep.
== Chapter Four ==
=== River of the DrizzleWings ===
Rattle rattle.
Clank.
I glance over my shoulder.
The patrol of HelioWings, seven to be precise, glide towards me.
I look down at the source of the noise, deep in the chasm. A dragon is thrashing around in her chains.
"Queen Heather is here," I call to the HelioWings. I step back as they swarm into the pit, their wings scraping and humming like bees.
I hear screaming, grunting, and the screeches stops suddenly. The HelioWings rise back up. In their talons are thick metal ropes, weaving down into a steel net. The small dragons are remarkably strong, their faces set as they lift the net.
A grey-lavender dragon is curled in the net. Blood trickles from a cut on the side of her head. She's out cold.
One of the HelioWings nods to me, a gesture of gratitude. Then they shoot off through the rain, into the gilded sunlight just a few hundred meters away. The warm rays turn the raindrops into melted gold that reflect in my shining black eyes. I ruffle my wings and swoop away from the sun, into the dark gray sky. 
I approach the DrizzleWing palace, a tall spire sticking out of the mountain. I land on the throne room's ledge and walk in, my claws tapping on the polished slate floor.
"River!" General Pearl exclaims, rushing towards me. "Have you seen Queen Heather?"
Tears stream down my face and I quickly, slyly, run one right back claw down and across my back left leg, tearing away flesh. Blood spurts to the ground, pooling on the shiny surface.
"I'm sorry, Pearl," I gasp, limping towards her. "There were just- just too many- she told me to come back, to take command. She said she'd be okay."
Pearl's opal-like eyes widen. Her white pupil narrows. "River, was she captured? Tell me she wasn't!"
"The HelioWings," I rasp, shifting so my mutilated leg comes into view. She gasps. "River! You need to get Peacock or Aegean to check that out," she scolds me, referring to our two palace healers.
"Right, yeah," I mumble. "Sorry- the capture of Queen Heather- it was heartbreaking. I tried so hard to protect her, oh, moons, this is all my fault!" I bury my snout in my talons.
"Shh, shh, we're not blaming you," Pearl murmurs gently. "Just go get fixed up, okay?"
"Right," I sniff, making my way up to the healers' floor. Clear curtains are in place of the open-air sides most found in the palace, just to keep the cold out.
"Oh, my," Aegean says, the older of the two healers. "I think I should tend to this one- Peacock, you can do the soldier's scratch, hmm?"
Peacock nods as Aegean leads me over to a hammock. He fixes up my leg.
"Good to go," he announces.
I nod, thank him quickly, and fly over to the ledge. 
That's when I see it- a group of ShockWings. They've surrounded a small DrizzleWing.
I leap off the ledge and hurtle towards them, my wings buzzing furiously. I see a young, grey-blue-green DrizzleWing dragonet who can't be more than one. He's looking curiously at the flowers, unaware of the approaching danger. And then the ShockWings are upon him, spurting bursts of electricity through their mouths. The brightness and heat surrounds the dragonet and he stumbles, his eyes squeezed closed. The ShockWings get closer.
"No! Not Dusty, please, not Dusty!" Screams an older DrizzleWing, appearing in the doorway of a ramshackle wooden hut. One ShockWing turns to her, spraying energy at the house. It catches fire and the DrizzleWing throws herself out and into the fray. The young dragonet- Dusty- looks up at her, wide-eyed. He toddles towards her with a chirp.
"Outta the way, lady," rumbles a ShockWing, biting hard into her wing. Electricity pulses through her veins, glows through her scales, and she falls the the ground, a blackened husk.
Dusty moves over to her. "Mama? Mama, it's daytime, not sleepy-time, silly!"
"Come with us, now," growled another ShockWing. "I hear the HelioWings have Queen Heather. We'd better start collecting, ehh, Gauge?"
The first ShockWing, Gauge, lunges at Dusty, chains clutched in his talons. Dusty cries out.
I plummet down into the fight, landing right in front of Dusty. My wings flare, and the black diamond patterns glow and expand, covering my dark grey-blue body in shining black armour. Energy starts crackling around Gauge's snout, and I let out an explosion of icy water from my own mouth, extinguishing Gauge's electric bolt. He stumbles back, clawing at his snout as the heat of his electricity starts to boil the water drenching his face. Dark scales start to sear away from his face, exposing mauled flesh.
Dusty watches in horror. I grab him under the wings and lift him into the sky. Focusing my weather abilities, wind swirls down in a small tornado. It picks up the ShockWings, lifting them higher, and I stop the tornado. They drop down, instantly killed by the fall.
I fly back towards the palace and deposit Dusty in the throne room. Pearl runs towards me.
"I saw the battle," she gasps. "River, that was the most heroic thing I've seen all day. A selfless move. You're a natural leader. Would you lead while we get Queen Heather back?"
I smile slyly. "Of course, General."
Pearl's opal eyes are set. "All hail, all hail."
== Chapter Five ==
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