The Sky Above, and the Land Below (Collab)

Inspired by the Wings of Fire series of Tui.T.Sutherland
Author(s): The Writers of the Roleplays (group)
The events of this story happened a long time after the events of Arc 3
Based off an actual roleplay held by fans of Wings of Fire
The Sky Above, and the Land Below is a fanfiction based on a roleplay hosted by a Wings of Fire fan. All OCs inside of this fanfiction can have their proper owners and place in the story found inside that roleplay. Please, do not edit this fanfiction unless you are the following: An admin (For any reason), a wikian (Fixing a grammatical error), or one of the users in the roleplay (OC correctness and plot correctness).
Also, special thanks to all who joint The Sky Above, and The Land Below Roleplay! 
If you want to see the original roleplay, see here: The Sky Above, and The Land Below
== Blurb ==
To the place where the stars shine……
On Pyrrhia and Pantala, there is peace. How long will it be until another disaster comes? Amazingly, the two continents are stable for years. However, the dragon planet is not the only place to live in.
Dragons from various tribes have surprises as they get a letter, inviting them to a tour of outer space, where the newly found Spacewings and Dreamwings live amongst the planets.
But unknown to the space dragons, someone is plotting. Someone is plotting a massacre of the space tribes. 
Blood, betrayal, plots, murders, and memories, all scattered in the galaxies like stars.
== Prologue ==
((PLACEHOLDER--MORE FLYING IN SOON--PLACEHOLDER))
== Part one: Surprises ==
=== Chapter 1 - The Death of a Star ===
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“It’s said that a picture is worth a thousand words, but just how many of those words can truly be expressed in a limited space?”
-Meteor
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Supernova 
Supernova had been collecting stardust for a living. Not that it was a bad living, just a little... bland for a dragon tribe that lived in space. His neon teal glow seemed to increase just thinking about the mere possibility his tribe was boring. It wasn’t that he expected something to happen everyday, more so that it was starting to get boring with nothing happening. 
In fact, it was so boring that he wondered if that was the exciting thing about life. If one was to live and love in a mundane life, then the slightest joys would seem like a new universe to them. Supernova would have loved to sit and think on this idea, or simply write it down for future-him to look at and ponder about, but-
Swoosh.                        
He scooped up more of the glittering dust falling from the star into his bag. And then he felt it. He didn’t think much of it, but there was this sickening gut feeling that something was about to happen to him. Nothing had changed, but it made his stomach turn and his bones rattle anyway. 
He nervously glanced left. Then right. Then left again. Nothing met his eye but the endless and vast expanse of the void. Nobody was around him but the comforting chill of space. Nothing could be heard but the faint twinkling sound of stardust particles, gently touching and making their small little sparks of flame.
Swish.
Pushing the notion aside, Supernova continued gathering the dust. Just one more bag, he thought. Finish this bagful and then I’ll leave before something can happen. Using his talons to guide more of the dust into his bag, Supernova suddenly had the urge to look up. He lifted his gaze from the star next to him, and far off in the distance, there was a fading light. 
Oh. Just another SpaceWing, probably. Ha, maybe it’s Comet, judging by that hint of red. The red SpaceWing visiting the red planet! He mentally sighed, scanned the vast void around him for anything incoming, and kicked in the air to begin heading back to his camp, halfway around Pluto. 
BOOM
That was when the star exploded. He could hear it, even when sound wasn’t possible in space. And when the boom reached his ears, Supernova turned around and saw a rapidly expanding bright light coming straight for him. It’s like a tidal wave of lava! 
“RUN!” he shouted, “SUPERNOVA!” He continued yelling ‘Run’ and ‘Supernova’ as he shot back towards the small blue dwarf planet his tribe called home. In his camp, in his home, he’d be safe. Hopefully, everyone else would get back in time from space collecting.
“Have you gone mad?” 
Supernova turned around, expecting to see his queen, Queen Nebula, or a disapproving alien life-form, but was not expecting to see Meteor, the most well-known SpaceWing therapist in all the cosmos. Not to mention the best at her job, and the best looking. The iridescent pink glow from her body dwarfed his by a lot, but perhaps it was due to Meteor being known for lighting up when she was in any strong emotional state.
And poking his head out from a distance, a faint red dot on the blue of Pluto, was a certain red SpaceWing. Ah. I really should have remembered that Comet wasn’t even awake yet. Always was a late sleeper…
He snorted, a little bit impatient and little bit annoyed, yet still deep down frightened. “Just a star I was collecting from exploded in my face.” He checked on the bags of stardust he had collected, half-expecting them to have been ripped in his mad dash for safety. 
But, luckily for him, all three bags were still filled with stardust. The pale blue color reminded him of his own glow, and they gave off tiny, fierce neon sparks like pop rocks or fireworks. Meteor giggled at him and his antics, which made Supernova unsure whether to laugh with her or feel attacked. 
“Well, if you ever need any help-Therapy is my thing, y’know! You know where to find me, if you change your mind,” she said cheerfully, spreading her wings and preparing to take off, likely to her office. Which, to Supernova was odd. Meteor’s office was much closer than his own camp, so there really should be no reason to have to fly out and go there. She had four perfectly good legs. 
“Maybe I’ll see you in a day or two!” And then Meteor was gone. She’d taken off to go around Pluto and back, all in pursuit of her office that was hardly an hour’s walk away. Supernova watched her go with a longing to follow her and point her in the right direction. But he didn’t. For some reason, even though Supernova felt he would sorely regret it, he left Meteor alone to her own devices. 
A rumble in the endless expanse of space told him that the star that had exploded so far away was done, and that meant a rarer, more valuable type of stardust was now there to be collected. He flew off, seeing Meteor circle Pluto as he went, and laughed to himself. She’ll find it eventually. She has all the time in space to find it.
Even when he reached the star, most of the dust had already faded away, too small to be collected or even seen. He had to work fast, and quickly, if he wanted any of it to be sold or used. 
He perched on a nearby debris, and carefully, bit by bit, scooped the exotic stardust into a brand new bag. Imagine how much this is worth it. It’s a little dangerous to be so close to a star that just exploded, though… that last thought had a lot of truth to it. The heat had gotten to his core already, and it felt like Supernova was under the brightest light imaginable, almost like the description of the sun. Plus, the entire fabric of space around the star was a little unstable after such an explosion, and at any point it could rip open. If that happened, one of two things would occur-A white hole, at best, and a black hole at worst. 
Either one would mean that he wasn’t going to be making money off of the stardust in the future. 
The gut feeling had left him for now, and he refocused his mind on the stardust. Just…just a little more, he thought, seeing sweat drops float around him in the zero-gravity environment. 
A sudden shudder shot through his wings, and he could feel something wrong with the space fabric, like something that didn’t belong had just been ripped from wherever it was and placed here. The stardust talonful he had collected broke in front of his own eyes, since his muscles had just apparently decided to do their own thing. 
“NO!” he roared, followed by a brisk tossing of the bag that still had a little in it. It was still space, however, so what should have been a dramatic moment of the bag being tossed down and the stardust all exploding at once in a beautiful pale silver and black explosion had become a mundane event of the bag hardly moving, the stardust staying put. 
Supernova sighed, his wings sagging, and grabbed his bag. Oh for the stars. While he’d just lost a huge profit to some random star exploding really far away, probably, he brushed it off and stared at the remaining glittering dust. 
What was left of the stardust had to be worked with carefully or it would break or dissipate before being collected.
=== Chapter 2 - Two Stones with One Bird ===
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It is said that every dragon, no matter what tribe they are or how powerful they are, is pure at heart upon hatching. It’s the world that corrupts good souls and twists them to where they cannot see the good in them anymore. 
However, some dragons are born evil, and that’s just weird.
-Queen Nebula
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Quetzal 
To say Quetzal disliked dragons was an understatement. 
She despised them. 
Ever since the day her older sister, Lorikeet, had told her things like bears gave candy like a pinata, or how SkyWings loved random hugs from strangers, Quetzal had vowed to become a ruthless killer when she grew up. Even though it was a bit of an outlandish and petty desire. 
Still, she could be presented with an easy kill, and she would not see past the layer of good that fogged up her evil mind. This time would be different, though. Now I’ve got money riding on this kill.
A mysterious letter had appeared in her mail that day. No return address, so probably some kind of scam, but she felt some sort of inclination to open it up. Once she did, the horrors that touched her eyes scarred them forever-No, it was just a note and some…weird…space rocks? 
How did some dragon get their talons on space rocks? She rifled through the rest of the box and found nothing more. No suspicious threats. No creepy bugs. Not even a weird stain on the cardboard. Just a faint glitter. She grabbed the letter and unrolled it with a discontented sigh. 
Come fly with us, where you can touch the stars!
All tribes welcome to come feel freer than a bird among the cosmos with us! The complementary space rocks are also animus enchanted for your comfort and ease. The smaller one shall teleport you up to space when you touch it and will it to. The larger one will provide you with a steady supply of air while up here, and it shouldn't run out. 
-Queen Nebula, Queen Dreamy, and the SpaceWing Tribe
Screw this,  Quetzal thought. It was stupid, and dumb. There were dragons in space? 
“Sure,” Quetzal said, “Right about when the ocean dries.” She rolled her eyes and grabbed several of her preferred items when attempting a kill. Her fire and long, distracting tail were one thing, but now was the time for other measures as well-Her blowdart gun, with some darts that had a little too much poison in them, for one thing, as well as her daggers, which ranged from a small, sharp kunai to a large, wickedly curved blade that could almost be called a shortsword. Illusion was waiting for her, whether she liked it or now, and she needed to get to their meeting place. 
Oh. Her letter makes a lot more sense now.
It said to meet her where the stars shine, but I thought that must have been the old NightWing home. I guess maybe she got this letter too. Illusion. Illusion. It’s such a funny-sounding name, but maybe someone who’s name starts with a ‘Q’ shouldn’t be talking.
Begrudgingly, she touched the smaller rock, and her last thoughts were of, I’ll make whatever prankster who sent me this sorry they ever hatched. I’ll mount their head on a spike and parade it around the Sky and Rainforest Kingdoms. Nobody will ever underestimate me again-
With a flash of dazzling, blinding white light, Quetzal found herself surrounded by inky blackness everywhere, with bright white lights like holes poked in a scroll against a bright light. 
But, as her eyes adjusted, she saw that it wasn’t just black and white. There was blue and purple, maybe even a little pink or green mixed in here and there. Space was much different up close than from afar. 
What planets were around her? She looked left. Some…giant red-orange planet with a much, much darker spot was far away. Even farther away was the faint hint of a planet with rings? Maybe just a really big space rock, asteroids, she thought they were called. To Quetzal’s right, much closer, was a small blue planet. It looked the same size as the red-orange one, but she was much closer towards the blue one. Maybe I should have studied more in astrology.
Then the thought occurred to Quetzal-How could she breathe? For one long, terrifying moment, she felt herself choking even though it wasn't a problem before. Then, her lungs felt filled with fresh, clean, sweet air. Huh. Guess magic does work, sometimes.
And suddenly, a bright pink flash whizzed by her, and yelled something that sounded like, “WORD DRAGGING!” Word dragging? Great screamer monkeys, what is going on? I'm going to see what that pink blur was. It's sentient, so it can answer me. Or die, both will work as answers for my brain or my claws.
Quetzal growled deeply and she lifted herself off the small, cold, barren rock she’d ended up on. The glowing pink thing was still far off, but Quetzal guessed she’d be able to catch up quickly. 
She had never been more wrong.
The no-gravity of space was a lot harder to navigate than she assumed it’d be. It’s-It’s not like swimming in water at all! Her pouches seemed to want to float as far away from her as they could, like she was radiating a menacing aura of some kind. 
Multiple times she’d had to reach and push them closer to her, fearing that they may slip off her neck and float away. Or worse, be discovered by a…thing…up here. From this distance, it looked like that pink glow leaned backwards, probably laughing. It’s…it’s laughing. It’s laughing at me. I’ll show it! Nobody has laughed at me and gotten away with it! …Except for that time. And…that other time. Plus that one where they escaped-Nevermind! Not the point!
She kicked with her back legs into the vastness of space, expecting herself to be pushed forwards. When nothing happened, she began aggressively twisting and turning, trying to move around in such an environment. This space travel thing can go eat my tail, UGH. Quetzal still struggled to move, and when the other dragon actually approached her, she nearly blasted them in the face with fire.
They were six feet away.
She drew in her breath...
Four feet away.
...She felt the burning building in her throat...
Two feet.
...She opened her mouth…
And suddenly the other dragon shot away, moving like a beautiful overgrown eel in water, and all the built up fire in Quetzal's throat fizzled out like a wet match. It IS like swimming. I'm just…bad at it, she thought dejectedly, and went back to trying to figure out how she could move in the vacuum of space. “I’ll be fine,” she mused aloud to herself. “I was okay at swimming back on Pyrrhia, I’ll be okay here in space too.” I just need to find Illusion.
=== Chapter 3 - Trickery, Trust, and Therapy ===
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“Dragons fear being alone in the dark, for fear of not being alone in the dark. Why? They fear my presence, all alone, as a perfect catch.”
-Illusion
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Meteor 
Meteor had been cruising around Pluto one second, lazily drifting in space, preparing herself for another day of her job.
She had no trauma in her life herself, but instead she helped other dragons with their traumatic experiences, taking their burdens to lighten their shoulders. But with every new client it felt like the pressing weight of these burdens kept growing…and growing…and growing…until Meteor feared she wouldn’t be able to keep her head up with all the trauma weighing it down.
But the next, she saw a deep, rich green dragon with beautiful scarlet accents, an a long tail with huge, powerful wings. They didn’t light up at all, and Meteor quickly realized they were no SpaceWing. She shot quickly away from Pluto. Can’t lead them back to the home planet! Yeah…just keep drifting away!
“WEIRD DRAGON!” she yelled several times in her dive, hoping that the strange dragon would follow her and not go towards the blue planet her tribe called home. Luckily, the dragon did watch her go and reached out a talon, looking confused. 
Ha! They won’t find…the…home…wait a second. THIS STRANGE DRAGON IS FOLLOWING ME. Meteor moved farther away, and leaned backwards to try and get as far away without actually losing sight of the dragon. To keep the focus on her even when she was far out of reach, Meteor even made her pinkish lights glow brighter than ever before. 
It gave her a dazzling headache, but if it kept her home safe then there wasn’t any cost too great. Except for maybe my life and OH MY STARS THAT DRAGON LOOKS MAD!! 
It was true. The weird dragon’s tail started to lash wildly and even from this distance, the daggers from their eyes pierced Meteor’s own like two perfect pins of devastation. Suddenly, they launched off of the small asteroid they’d been on, which put the small rock’s course straight for Pluto. Great, she thought with a pause. This is…oddly…I should help them, maybe?
Meteor slowly drifted closer and closer as the odd dragon furiously twisted and turned in the empty space, struggling to move and clearly not from around here. She got closer, and closer, and heard a small hissing noise from the odd dragon. 
But, farther beyond, down on Pluto, Meteor could see something just…blip into existence down there. And it gave her this horrible feeling. Like something had just been ripped from somewhere and thrust into this universe. Does this happen every time a new odd dragon comes here? Stars, maybe Queens Nebula and Dreamy shouldn’t have invited them-It’s such a jarring and overall sickly experience! 
She shot past the other dragon, hearing a small sputter, and kept diving down, down, heading straight for Pluto. Now that the other dragon was distracted by her sudden movements, it was the perfect time to slip away to her home on Pluto. Well, her home/office. Meteor had converted her tiny living space into a full-fledged therapy office. The conversation she’d had with Nebula once she had made such a drastic decision replayed in her mind.
“It gives off a more warm, cozy kind of vibe!” She’d said, straight to Nebula’s disapproving face. To her dismay, Nebula had shook her head.
“If you spent more time on your clients rather than renovations, maybe you wouldn’t have to try and trick them into feeling more comfortable, sister.” Nebular had shot down her idea, accidentally insulted her, and then took off into the endless, inky tendrils of space, likely to not be seen for a while. Unless I pay her a visit, she’d thought.
Meteor never reached her home-turned-office, however. There’d been another dragon suddenly appear in front of her, likely in the same way the emerald-green one had. But while the green and scarlet one had looked inhospitable and snappy, this one looked…stylishly charming. 
She looked like a.....what do continent dragons call it? Icewing? But her colors were in shades of enchanting dark purple and blue, with hints and swirls of silver, pale colors and a rich, leaf green. Meteor watched, astounded, as the leaf green scales shifted color, into a lovely golden color.
“Ahaha, hello dearie,” she said, her voice poised, clipped, and maybe a little bit dark and mischievous. “You’re one of those SpaceWings that live up here, are you not?”
Meteor let herself drift backwards a bit. She was so startled, so stunned that her mind’s filter of what she chose to say had just stopped working. “Yeah,” she said, shakily. “Meteor.”
The other dragon tilted her head. “Where? There hasn’t been one headed towards Pluto for a while now.” 
“My name!” she blurted out, covering her snout as soon as she said it. It had sounded way too upset, too loud, and overall rude. I wonder if this dragon has something wrong in their life outside of space. Perhaps I can help them! Her mind felt a small bit of happiness blossom in the sea of anxiety and panic. 
“Oh. Ah, of course,” she said, quickly coming back around to her regal voice after such a mistake. I wonder if she’s royalty, or at least some kind of noble. She acts like one! 
“My name’s Illusion, and I was wondering…” she tapped Meteor’s shoulder. “You haven't seen a dragon around here? Long, wavy tail, emerald green scales, huge scarlet wings? Quetzal? She was supposed to meet me here, but obviously she’s incompetent.” 
Illusion muttered something, but Meteor couldn’t pick it out. Wait. Emerald green scales. Scarlet wings. Long tail. Was that hostile dragon a friend of this one? Yikes, they might need some friendship therapy! I hope Illusion doesn’t get hurt by Quetzal.
“Er, in fact, I have! They were just down this way,” Meteor said, pointing in the direction she’d just come from. “Didn’t seem very friendly, though.”
“That sounds like an improvement to me,” Meteor heard Illusion mutter. “Oh, don’t worry about me! We go waaaaay back,” she said louder, reassuring Meteor with a pat on the head. “I thank you for your assistance.”
Meteor was gone from this dragon as soon as they’d begun heading to the other one, apparently named Quetzal. She wanted to get to her home office, crash onto her bed, and take a long nap. But she couldn’t—She had clients, after all.
=== Chapter 4 - Sacrifices ===
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"The world isn't fair, is it? Why must the skywings attack my village when they couldn't even make their own kingdom stable? Why must we undergo this torture? Why must Vaquita leave? Why am I the only one left?"
-Jaguar
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Illusion
Illusion flexed her claws impatiently. As soon as she hired Quetzal, she knew that the skywing hybrid was a mess. 
She couldn’t even fight in melee combat, and cowered in corners, using her blow-dart gun. Quetzal was a down-right coward, and Illusion had only brought Quetzal here so she could prove her skills. Now she wished she hadn’t.
Without gravity, most dragons could at least flap their wings and treat air like water. They are not supposed to be waving their arms and trying to drown in space.
With a drawn-out sigh, Illusion flipped in an arc and shot towards the speck which was the eye-scorching green of Quetzal.
Since sound didn’t travel in the vast vacuum of space and the Spacewings installed gravity on all the planets, Illusion scanned the empty-ness for a planet to land onto.
Out of the corner of her eye, the quadbrid saw Quetzal falter, and nodding in understanding. Illusion had found a small, blood colored planet which looked like it had a lot of crevices to hide in, which is exactly what she was looking for.
Tucking in her limbs and angling her body downwards, Illusion was soon on the red tinted surface. The ground was smooth and slippery, like a layer of rust over ice.
Quetzal drifted down a second later, and promptly crash-landed in a very undignified heap.
Illusion ignored Quetzal’s whimper of pain: “Quetzal, you worm. Why didn’t you wait at the meeting spot like I ordered you to? I spent hours trying to reach to you!” She snarled, clenching her bag in anger. How dare Quetzal disobey her. She had the nerve to be here!
Quetzal snapped back, her eyes still burning in her inner fury, even if she did crash on the ground: “Because every single speck of dust looks the same to me and because I got teleported to this random place at first.”
Illusion froze, all the anger in her heart tripling: “That is not how you speak to your employer, hybrid.” She bared her teeth at Quetzal, “Today, your mission is to kill every single dragon you meet, and if you do well, you will finally progress to the next level of your assassin training.”
It seemed to her that Quetzal held herself a little higher now: “Yes, madame.”
The quadbrid nodded coldly: “So what do you have on your talons now.”
Quetzal gave a shrug: “Well, I’ve got All sorts of things. Blow-dart guns, my fire, and” she gave a lazy flick of her tail, “my irresistible charm.”
Illusion decided not to complain about Quetzal’s last remark: “Very well.” She shook out her beautiful leaf-shaped wings. Well, she was one fourth Leafwing, “Then we will be selecting out targets now.”
She leapt clear away from the planet and climbed high into space, using an array of delicate wings flaps and tail swishing. Illusion didn’t suppress her smirk as Quetzal failed miserably at navigating in space, flipping and flopping awkwardly. 
“Oh, come on, Quetzal. Don’t move like a cow in water! Flap your wings! Don’t tell me you fail at moving out of everything you do unsuccessfully!”
Illusion laughed darkly as she launched towards Pluto, putting up a burst of speed. Her heart beat a little faster, and her eyes shined a bit brighter at the mere thought of feeling blood beneath her talons, scales and wings ripping like paper. It was all too good to miss out. 
She knew that Pluto was the main camp of the Spacewings, and today, it was going to become drenched in blood. 
Finally, after hours of travelling, Illusion felt the cold dark rocks of the planet under her. Soon, it will become much warmer here. Blood made her warm up, energizing her body and fueling her nerves and thoughts.
She sensed Quetzal land behind her, and with a slight flick of her tail, she motioned the skywing hybrid to her side. She came up, wearing a mask of slight nervousness and a lot of determination. Good. At least she has that tiny spark of responsibility inside her. Much better than I expected.
They watched, together, silently, strolling through the planet, studying closely, as Spacewings came and go. They were all busy with their daily lives, not knowing that this might be the last time they see the stars shine.
Suddenly, she felt her apprentice stiffen, and she turned to see Quetzal staring intently at…… Meteor.
The Spacewing she had met earlier was prowling around a building, which had bright neon lights marked: Meteor Therapy Office.
Illusion’s eyes widened in shock and cunning recognition. So, this dragon was that Meteor, the sister of Queen Nebula of the Spacewings. The only therapist in space, so she’s heard. How stupid she was.
Her first impression of the therapist was jumpy, idiotic, and had a mind full of moonshine. Or maybe all Spacewings were like that because Illusion, personally, have never seen a space tribe before. 
She felt a rush of adrenaline at the thought of a whole new tribe, waiting for her and her claws.
Illusion decided to turn the full blaze of her attention to studying Meteor. She saw a few dragons come and go, with nothing interesting to see. Maybe this dragon will be the first sacrifice today.
Quetzal was staring at Meteor with an expression of hatred. Illusion nodded at her, knowing what she was thinking: “You may.”
How did Meteor infuriate Quetzal? For someone of her attitude, angering Quetzal is not difficult.
Meteor came out, sending a client away. Once the client disappeared over the rolling dark hills, her apprentice dropped into a crouch, ready to spring, and Illusion watched her, wondering how Quetzal kill Meteor. If she does.
Long seconds passed, and Quetzal stalked a bit closer to Meteor. The therapist was lounging at the entrance, muttering something to herself, totally unaware that a dragon was ready to kill her at any second. 
Her apprentice was well in the open, and anyone could see her now. This session was already failing. If Quetzal does kill Meteor, then anyone could see her and arrest her. 
Illusion saw Quetzal nervously peek at her satchels, which contained her weapons, and she snorted a small gust of venom breath, which was the result of her being a night-rain-ice-leafwing quadbrid. 
Idiot. She should’ve kept her pouches closer to her. The satchels are swung on her back now. This is an utter failure. I’m surprised she isn’t arrested yet.
Her apprentice still didn’t move, and Illusion began to feel infuriated. Clearly, Quetzal was too softhearted to kill, or she was purposely trying to annoy her mentor, neither of which is acceptable.
Illusion needed to show Quetzal that she was in power.
Something so scary that her apprentice would live in fear of her mentor’s anger, thus killing with no remorse.
And Illusion had that something.
She liked being in power, forcing fear all over dragons, making them fall heads over heels in a weak attempt to escape.
Quetzal was going to be no exception.
Her snout curling at the edges, Illusion commanded, her voice loud enough to be heard by her apprentice:
“Enchant Meteor the Spacewing to freeze and follow my command from now on.”
=== Chapter 5 - Memories ===
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"Life is like a precious gift, we should cherish it, hold it gingerly in our talons. We shouldn't use it to inflict fear and anger and sadness on any other lives. To me, everyone is equal."
--Vaquita
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Jaguar
((PLACEHOLDER--MORE FLYING IN SOON--PLACEHOLDER))
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