A Twist of Fate (Book 16)

Written by Okapi.TheSandIce 
Dreamcatcher has always wanted to fit in. He hopes that maybe this new academy that their building will fix that, hey he might make a new friend even? But being a hybrid doesn't help with the actual making friends part, but that's not the worst of his problems. He is an empath, a very good one. If he focuses hard enough, he could get any information out of their mind, and all he has to do is be near them. (Not that he'd ever evade their thoughts or emotional breakouts on purpose!) And even worse, Dreamcatcher has an undocumented power... he can walk the dreams of dragons, and when he does that, he can occasionally see their memories as well. He's been having very strange vivid dreams about a 'supposed' extinct tribe, but as he and his new best friends look deeper into the mysterious of the island, they discover a hidden prophecy, and fate's about to take a turn... for the worst. 
====== INFO: ======
* This Fanfic takes place about 5-6 years after TFoH (The Flames of Hope)
* Please comment any grammar or spelling mistakes! Thanks! 
* There are some SPOILERS for other books in the Fanfic! You have been warned! ;) 
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Fav Quote from Dreamcatcher: "No dragon is a bad dragon (...) Or evil. Their actions are the ones responsible for whether they stay on the right path, it's not about if they are born and have animus magic, or are cursed, or can see millions of futures, it's what you use that power for. Eventually we all will have to decide for ourselves, whether we want to help or harm. I believe that every dragon has a small drop of kindness that can kindle into more than violence and hate. I hope I'm right, because it makes me feel better about our world." 
== A Twist of Fate ==
=== Winglets of New Horizons Academy ===
==== Diamond Winglet ====
Hivewing: Bumblebee
Leafwing: Venus 
Silkwing: Dusky 
Skywing: Prince Cliff 
Mudwing: Bullfrog
Rainwing: Prince Toucan
Icewing: Princess Mink
Seawing: Princess Auklet
Nightwing: Peacemaker 
Sandwing: Serval 
Hybrid: Dreamcatcher   
Human: Sparrow 
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==== Sapphire Winglet ====
HiveWing: Bombardier 
LeafWing: Eucalyptus
SilkWing: Moth
SkyWing: Phoenix 
MudWing: Princess Amber 
RainWing: Hibiscus 
IceWing: Permafrost 
SeaWing: Xenia  
NightWing: Bloodseeker 
SandWing: Sahara 
Hybrid: Whiplash  
Human: Tree 
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==== Crystal Winglet ====
HiveWing: Nectar 
LeafWing: Thistle 
SilkWing: Summer  
SkyWing: Jasper 
MudWing: Delta 
RainWing: Pomegranate 
IceWing: Seal 
SeaWing: Pufferfish 
NightWing: Rumor  
SandWing: Drought 
Hybrid: Ladybug 
Human: Leaf 
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==== Topaz Winglet   ====
HiveWing: Aphid 
LeafWing: Fig 
SilkWing: Atlas 
SkyWing: Dusk
MudWing: Mosquito 
RainWing: Papaya  
IceWing: Princess Mammoth 
SeaWing: Seahorse 
NightWing: Stargazer 
SandWing: Hyena 
Hybrid: Basil
Human: Iris 
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==== Amethyst Winglet ====
HiveWing: Spider 
LeafWing: Prince Caster 
SilkWing: Lavender 
SkyWing: Dawn
MudWing: Gator 
RainWing: Kudzu 
IceWing: Shard 
SeaWing: Droplet 
NightWing: Carrion 
SandWing: Princess Aloe 
Hybrid: Beetle 
Human: Daffodil 
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=== Fate’s Prophecy: ===
Moon high 
Silver Sky 
Darkness on silent wings 
Don’t fear the one that walks the dreams 
Beware the one who cannot see
Beware the twisted Queen, whose crown is made of bane and blood 
Beware the trustless and powerful, and the sinking mud 
Take caution to all that are lost and all that are known 
Death by Sorrow, with no tomorrow 
A howling storm with no rest 
Whispers of violence, danger lurks within the walls of death
== Prologue ==
Five Years Before the Events of A Twist of Fate
“Hmmph.” The large dragon curled his talons around a skull. He blinked his deep blue eyes. A dragon once told him that ‘when you stare into them, you're staring into death itself.’ The large dragon chuckled at himself, it was full of pain, however. The loss of himself… and that dragon. I live on, you don’t. He thought grimly. The dragon turned to stare out the entrance to his cave. It was more of a prison, hence the metal shackles on his forearm. You know better Faith, I’ll break free eventually.
Two sparrows leaped on his cave ledge, which was actually a very tall, pointed cliff, and near the bottom was his cave. He bared his teeth at them. They twitched, and gave him a fearful look, but observed he didn’t make a move towards them, and remained near the ledge. The dragon swiveled his tail and wondered if he had lost his touch spreading fear and menace among the animals of the forest. A memory of a time before all this happened, many, many, many moons ago winged its way into his head. 
“Dung should’ve come. It’s so nice in the trees.” Faith landed quietly beside him. 
“Bah! That old dragon is the most annoying dragon on the planet!” He responded, flaring out his four, leaf shaped wings in protest. Beetlewings are the greatest tribe of all. He tilted his antenna, and noticed some vibrations near the waterfall they were next to. “Someone's spying on us.” He growled, staring into the trees with disgust. 
“Sol, it’s OK, they’re probably just enjoying the morning. It’s not our forest anyway.” Faith’s violet eyes turned to stare at him. 
“Whose is it? Sunstreak’s? Clearsight’s?” Sol flashed her an angry frown. 
“I can’t help it who my parents are! And it’s not their forest either, it’s the Leafwings.” Faith stared down at her dark scales. Usually Beetlewings were bright, and shimmering, with thick horns to ram other dragons with. (Though the main horn on their snout was rarely used now, their scientists suggested that it was more for show, and less for murderous ramming, which was fine with Sol. He knew his horns were big, and it served as a perfect reminder that Faith was his.) Faith didn’t have those bright bird-like coloring, she almost exactly resembled Clearsight, and was an amazing seer, almost as good as her mother. The only trait she inherited from her father was sharp fangs, and a small antenna. 
Sol glanced down, and then glanced back up seeing Faith’s heartbroken expression. “I– I’m sorry, Faith. I just… don’t trust dragons.” Sol wrapped all four wings around her and gave her an apologetic smile. 
“I don’t know what to do…” She groaned, rubbing her temples. “It’s getting worse. All these visions… I don’t know how Mother deals with this.” Faith glanced at Sol, she looked older, and Sol didn’t like that. 
Sol suddenly got an idea. “Think of the visions like falling sand.” He grabbed some sloppy mud from the waterfall and brought it up to the tree they were sitting nearby. “This is mud.” He pointed to the mud with extra emphasis. 
Faith rolled her eyes. “You're ridiculous. ‘Oh, wow mud! I didn’t know that existed!’ Is that supposed to be my reaction?” She bumped his shoulder playfully. 
“Hey! I’m not done!” Sol wiped his claws on her warm pinkish-lavender scales. 
“Ew! Hey!” Faith rubbed it off and smirked at him. “I want to know this dragon.” Faith poked him in the chest, where his heart would theoretically be. 
He gave her a hurt look. “I’m right here, I’ve always been.” Sol grabbed her talons in his, and then told her the rest of his idea. 
“You want to… enchant me?” Faith was so startled she almost fell off the tree branch they were sitting together on. 
“Not you,” Sol gazed again at her brilliant eyes, he felt his soul was sucked out of his body. “Your visions. I can lift the weight off of you. I won’t alter anything else. I’ll just only make you see the probable outcomes, the important ones, that will actually happen. Don’t you trust me?” 
“I do… but I… it can't guarantee it will help me… Maybe I should go ask Mother, her friends used to be animuses. Animi?” 
“Used to be? And I prefer animuses. Can’t you just take my word for it?” Sol glanced at his armored scales, they were a combination of grayish-pine and acid green that faded to gold and bright tangerine orange on his wings.  
“Well Mother left a Seawing back at home named Fathom, she knew another Nightwing, but didn’t tell me his name. She doesn’t talk about her past much, which I can understand.” Faith twisted a silver glittering earring hooked into her ear. 
“Oh! I know, how about I just enchant your earring? Then you can take it off if it doesn’t work, of course it will though.” Sol thought of the perfect spell, it would totally work, and Faith would never doubt him again. 
“Alright, I do trust you, Sol. Do you trust me?” 
“Of course, but why?” Sol gave her a confused look. 
“Because… I’ve had visions of doom, and…” Faith looked down sadly, her voice quivering with guilt. “Your hate… it spreads into a tree of violence and distrust. I’ve seen it, I mean I see it now. And the thing that’s fueling the fire is all that power. But I’ve seen a better future, in which all of them, all the Beetlewings with animus magic, will cast one more spell, making it impossible for a Beetlewing to use any more of their power, or their dragonets, and their dragonets, and–” 
“No one will agree to that. I– I can’t agree to that. This is the one thing that makes me special. That’s like asking me to chop off my antenna. It’s painful and unnecessary!” Sol seethed. The one dragon he trusted with his life, didn’t want to know the true him, she would though. Sol was keeping everything about him, and he wouldn’t let Miss Worrywart worry about him. I don’t need you. He thought, a small smirk spreading up his face. I have a plan, my love. Don’t try to stop me. Sol could tell she could see the alarmingly close future, and it was all his. He had often thought of the future and discussed it with Faith. 
“Don’t do this Sol! You’ll tear down the whole forest.” 
“You worry too much! Soon I’ll have my future. The one I want to live in. No more ‘your way’, this whole kingdom will belong to me. I’ll decide what the Beetlewings will do with their animus power. We are the strongest tribe in the whole world!” Sol knew his words would destroy Faith, however he turned away, not daring to look at her heart-broken expression. She'll see one day; she’ll see my way is the best. I hope so. And with that, he opened his wings, and flapped furiously into the horizon. 
“I’m sorry, I failed you.” Faith whispered into the dying wind, tears running down her cold scales. Mother did tell her once about a NightWing named Darkstalker. They had the most beautiful dragonets, and the best future ahead. Instead, Darkstalker was fulfilled, and decided to turn rouge. Mother says every animus that abuses their powers always goes on the dark paths, I just didn’t want to believe it. Faith always had too much hope, and in the end, it ultimately led to her demise. 
Sol hated that moment, and it always wriggled into his head every now and then. Sol usually had this argument with her, about what to do with the tribe’s animus magic, however this was one of the worst ones, and Faith never really glanced at him in the same way a lover should’ve. It burned his heart to even talk to her anymore. So, until she deceived him, he avoided her as much as possible. The birds were now tweeting a terribly tragic tune. Sol grabbed the pair and bit their heads off. They had deserved it for being stupid. 
Sol wondered what the world was doing. It had moved on without him. I miss you, Faith. You’ve doomed our tribe; couldn’t you see that? I’m the last Beetlewing. The only Beetlewing. Sol sighed, and with a heavy heart, retreated into the Mindspace. He wouldn’t be lonely for long, he foresaw that dragons were already gathering, especially a small odd-looking dragonet that would come and bring doom upon a small island, which Sol guessed was a school. That small dragonet would help him, and once he got out, he’d make them all pay. 
== Chapter 1 ==
It was a warm evening when the news reached the LeafWing Kingdom, and talk about it spread like wildfire. Of course, for an enormous jungle, that wouldn’t be good. And even Dreamcatcher heard news of it, which was a surprise for him. 
“Good day to you, Dreamcatcher.” The mail dragon trotted through the small LeafWing village; it was honestly the best place on Pantala. Flowers twined themselves around fences and large boulders were covered in moss that glowed, and at night, it was breathtaking. 
“Hello, Magnolia! Nice night out this evening, don’t you think?” 
“That it is. Have you heard the news?” Magnolia shuffled through her bag, it had a deep ginger sheen to it, and appeared to be made out of leather. “A new school is being built; how old did you say you were?” 
“Five.” He answered, he felt a little self-conscious, he had never told anyone he lived alone. Which he did, but he did see other dragons! 
“You could be invited to that school then. Well good day Dreamcatcher.” Magnolia handed him a small pamphlet that had three smiling dragons on it, and disappeared behind a large grim barked oak, with long twisting branches, and large flat leaves that hung down farther than any oak tree he’d ever seen. 
He paused for a moment, and then whispered softly, “Goodbye.” The reason he lived alone was not because he was unlikable, he knew he was! It was just because he was different, and other dragons could sense that. He was a hybrid. A tribal mix between a SilkWing and a NightWing. He more closely resembled a SilkWing. Dreamcatcher had a long drooping antenna, but because of his NightWing genes, his wings were less round and more jagged. He had already started to grow them out, a year older than any of the other normal Silkwings. His scales didn’t quite match, but at least Silkwings could be navy blue with a twinge of royal purple and a dark deep midnight blue. 
He sighed again and opened the door to his little hut. He glanced down and saw the three smiling dragons, he thought he recognized them. Maybe he would get chosen, and be like the heroes of Jade Mountain, who defeated the bad guy and were awesome, but then he’d think about being like them. But couldn’t. He wasn’t like them. 
Morning birds chirped loudly near his window; Dreamcatcher dragged his floppy body off his small bed. It fit him perfectly, however he might have to get a new one soon. There was a knock at the door, and he shook the tiredness out of his head. Who could be knocking at this hour? Most dragons haven’t even got out of bed! Dreamcatcher opened the door with a shaky talon, it had black scales near the bottom that slowly got lighter. He snorted, and glanced at who was there. 
“Dreamcatcher?” A LeafWing guard with navy blue armor appeared, he didn’t look happy. 
“Yes, that’s me.” Dreamcatcher tried not to let his voice tremble, so he yawned, showing his bright white baby dragon teeth. 
“You are requested to go see Queen Hazel.” 
“Right now… or…” 
“As soon as possible.” 
“Oh um, alright, I’m ready, I guess. Sorry, I’m just kinda surprised she wants to see me.”  Dreamcatcher looked at his wings, he knew he could fly, but only very short distances. 
“You can fly right?” Asked the guard. For the first time Dreamcatcher noticed that the guard held a twisted spear, it had jagged vines growing on it, and it looked incredibly deadly. Who brought a spear to bring a dragonet to the LeafWing queen? Did he do something wrong? Did… someone find out about him? 
“Yes sir, I can fly. Not very fast though.” 
“That’s fine, as long as you can move those tiny wings.” They took off in an instance, the LeafWing guard had incredible rippling wing muscles, and it looked as if under the armor his scales gleamed a dull pink and a mix of a bright mint green and a forestry coloration. 
“Have you heard the news? They're building a new school.” Dreamcatcher made an attempt to make some small talk. 
“Really?” The guard had a bemused expression on his face, and he gazed back at Dreamcatcher with a sharp gleam in his eyes. “Haven’t heard of that.” 
“Are you being sarcastic…?” Dreamcatcher tilted his wings a little to catch altitude, he twisted around in midair, trying to look at the guard's expression. 
“Heh, yeah. Every dragon knows about it, and every dragonet wants to be in it.”  They flew in silence for a few moments until Dreamcatcher asked for the guard's name.
“My name?” 
“Yeah, I mean you know mine. Unless you don’t want to tell me, that’s understandable.” 
“Rowan, it’s Rowan.” He replied suddenly. 
“Oh. Thanks.” Not another word was spoken until they reached a huge tree, that oak he saw everyday would never equal the size of the tree before him. It had winding steps on the side, carved by skilled architects. A balcony stood above them, and its branches could offer shade to at least a dozen big plump parrots. (Even though he was part NightWing, he felt bad about killing animals) 
Rowan nodded at the entrance, “Go through here, talk to Redwood. He’ll take you to Queen Hazel. I wish you luck.” Rowan waved his wing in farewell. 
“Goodbye Rowan!” Dreamcatcher called back, his heart pounding, as he walked up the steps towards Queen Hazel’s throne room. He stopped as he got to a large hall. Portraits of Hivewings burning down forests, and Leafwings screaming in terror. A huge portrait at the very end of the hall was a beautiful purple NightWing. She had deep violet eyes and a kind natured smile. 
“That’s Clearsight, I always heard she was beautiful, but this portrait is…” A dragon padded up to Dreamcatcher. He wondered if this was Redwood. 
“Breathtaking?”  
“Yeah. Though she created the Hivewings ....” 
“Which is alright,” A glittering LeafWing strolled out of the thorn room doors, she held her head high, and almost immediately he recognized her as the Queen. 
“Your majesty!” He gasped, bowing down. Dreamcatcher didn’t realize how small she was compared to other Leafwings. Although she was 9 years old. 
“Dreamcatcher, welcome, I’m sorry you were greeted by my brother, instead of me. He has some opinions that aren’t very nice.” Redwood shrugged and raised his cranberry red wings. Gold glittered among his pine green and bright red. 
Hazel on the other hand was more of a paler green and had many more gold scales scattered around her neck and body than Redwood. 
“Anyways,” Hazel beckoned Dreamcatcher towards the throne room. Two guards opened the doors up quickly, they seemed fidgety, and gazed at Redwood anxiously. “Welcome to my Palace!” 
“Not really a palace! More like a giant tree that your grandmother found!” Redwood yelled. Hazel smacked him with her leaf shaped tail.
“Not helping!” Hazel huffed, sitting on her throne like a true queen would. She had a calm but strong aura that instantly made Dreamcatcher want to follow her anywhere. It’s not every day you meet a real queen, so don’t act like a snail brain! He scolded himself. 
“Your majesty, I’m sure you would never have just announced to me to come to your throne room for small talk, what have you wanted me to come for?” Dreamcatcher bowed his head and glanced at Hazel’s expression. She frowned slightly. Ugh! I have offended her! 
“Well yes, but Dreamcatcher you seem to me like a very interesting dragon, and anytime when you do come back, you can visit me.” 
“Wait, when I come back?” He wrinkled his snout, cocking his head a little in confusion. 
“Oh right. That is why I have requested an audience.” Hazel placed a small tiara made out of maple twigs twined around each other that resembled a crown. It had daintily wildflowers and plants of diverse colors, tangerine orange, golden sunbursts, and leafy ivy all were merged into the tiara. Dreamcatcher tapped his talons on the smoothed out glossed oak floors. 
“You have been accepted to go to New Horizons Academy! Congrats!” 
“M-me?!?” He gawked, he felt like he was in one of those dreams where reality was too hard to distinguish from his dreamscape. 
“Yes you! Is there another Dreamcatcher in this room?” Hazel smiled broadly and gave him a small scroll.
He took a deep breath and unrolled it, on it, it read: 
Dear Dreamcatcher, 
You have been accepted into our new academy! You may have heard of it! We are so excited to have you! Please arrive two weeks before The New Moon Festival. Best regards, Tsunami 
He frowned and saw that in small print there was more. 
Love 
Happiness 
Calamity 
Freedom 
Prosperity 
“What’s this supposed to mean?” Dreamcatcher wondered out loud. 
“I think you’ll find out when you arrive. We’re leaving tomorrow afternoon, so be ready! If you want, and so that we can find you easier, you can stay at our royal guest room with the others.” Hazel pointed towards a smaller, but still huge tree with grand weaving vines, and if he squinted really hard, he could see a small delicate glass, stained window. 
“Which is also a tree house by the way.” Redwood smirked at Hazel, who gave him a small, annoyed smile. 
“Thanks. That’d be nice to get to know the rest of the dragons I'll be traveling with, but isn’t The New Moon Festival in a month?” Dreamcatcher was still looking at the small treehouse when Hazel answered him. 
“Yes, but it will take you at least a week to arrive, maybe two at most. I just don’t want to be late, since I’m in charge of getting you there.”  Hazel nodded thoughtfully. “Anyway, I’m going to thump my brother, then meet you and the others at the treehouse, is that okay with you?” 
“Of course, your majesty. Thanks… for recommending me for the academy? Sorry I’m not good with words.” 
“You can read and write, right? Sorry stupid question. Am I offending you? Ugh! Of course I am. I’m terribly sorry.” Hazel looked down in embarrassment. 
“I… can read a little. I’m having a tiny bit of trouble writing, and words.” Dreamcatcher admitted, the truth was, he could read, not big words, he was afraid to admit he didn’t even know how to write his own name. He was sure that if he saw ‘Dreamcatcher’ in big letters, he could identify it… Dreamcatcher just was never taught how to... 
“Well, the school will help you with that. I’m excited for you! Ah, if only I could go!” 
“I can barely believe it myself…” Dreamcatcher mostly murmured to himself. 
“I’ll visit in a little bit! Goodbye Dreamcatcher! It was so interesting to meet you!” 
“Goodbye Queen Hazel.” He said, stepping out of the throne room and back into the hall with all those portraits. He stared at the door that led to the throne room and noticed above the door there hung mistletoes and holly. It made a great scent and he wished he could roam the massive tree for a few more hours. 
Just as he was about to exit through the door that would lead him back to the fresh jungle air, and the beautiful sunrise, a fuzzy weird looking creature darted towards him. It had a round head, and large eyes. On its head it had even more fuzzy stuff. It adorned itself in something that resembled leather. “Are you lost, little guy? Is anyone missing their pet monkey?” 
“I’m not a monkey!” The fuzzy creature rasped in a clear voice that could’ve never came out of its small mouth. 
“W-what? Did you make that sound!” Dreamcatcher felt his jaw drop, did this creature learn to speak? No, that was impossible! 
“Yes! I mean… oops, uh no…” The creature mimicked the sounds perfectly. 
“Oh no. I think I’m dreaming; it was all a dream! Oh snap dragons!” He cursed, throwing his wings up into the air. “Who was I kidding, I’m not cut out to go to school. Why did I think that…” Dreamcatcher saw the creature tilt its head, and then it smiled mischievously. It was so weird, why would his imagination invent a small fuzzy dragon-like creature? Was he going nuts?  
Suddenly it flared out and made him topple over. He was so surprised he fell into a large silver vase that smashed into a million pieces on the floor. “No!” He cried out, but it was too late, the silver pieces were scattered everywhere. Dreamcatcher roared in anger, and turned viciously towards the creature, who had its small paw over its mouth. “When I get my claws on you, I’ll use you as a fuzzy maraca!” He seethed. Dreamcatcher usually wasn’t an aggressive dragon, but this creature made him break the Queen’s treasure. He decided once he grabbed the creature, he would release it back into the forest. It didn’t belong here. Maybe it was a pest, and he was doing Queen Hazel a favor in getting rid of it. However, the creature suddenly bolted, and scrambled down a doorway. Dreamcatcher raced after him, trying to catch up. WHY is it so fast! He skidded past a few rooms and spied the creature going through a large broad door. Suddenly the door shut, and Dreamcatcher had his snout slammed into it. He tried to open the door, but it would budge. He growled in defeat. 
“Uh, how do I get out of here?” He turned a corner quickly, trying to get back to the entrance to the throne room. Suddenly he heard noise coming from a small cedar door. It had vines growing around it, and scratched into the wood was a small image of a book. Dreamcatcher pushed the door open as quietly as he could, it let out a large obnoxious squeeeeek. He then put his ear to the door and listened. At first the only thing he heard was a soft flickering noise, and then something small scrambled into something. He uncurled his antenna, hoping to hear even more. 
“Ack what are you doing!?” A loud voice came from the room. It sounded dragon-like but had a twinge of energy packed into it. 
“Running?” A smaller squeaker voice said. Dreamcatcher gasped with amazement. That was the creature's voice! It could talk! But the question was, who was it talking to? 
“From what? And do you have your bags packed? You know we’re leaving tomorrow, right?” 
“Yeah, yeah. And to answer your question, I was running from a tiny weird looking dragon.” The creature's voice growled back, though it had a few softer syllables, and didn’t pronounce all the words totally correctly. Dreamcatcher snorted furiously, he wasn’t tiny! 
“Who? Was it that bad tempered guard? I need to talk to him about that.” The voice asked. 
“No, it was one of our students.” The creature's voice declared, he heard a startled yelp, then something crashing to the ground. Dreamcatcher accidentally fell into the door with surprise on hearing “one of our students.” What could that mean? Dreamcatcher fell flat on his face as the door shot open. He hissed with pain and flared his wings in an attempt to get up.
“Aha! A spy!” The creature tapped him on his head, as if it had discovered a terrible secret. 
“A talking furry monkey, I think I’m losing it.” Dreamcatcher muttered and shook the creature off of him. 
“For the last time, I’m not a monkey. Just like you aren’t a merciless scaly lizard.” The creature picked itself with such dignity that if Dreamcatcher wasn’t dreaming, he’d admire its courage. 
“Alright, then what are you?” Dreamcatcher gazed at it. And saw that the leather that it wore around itself actually had small buttons, and it looked almost as if there was stitching, and ropes of silk adorned along the leather. The creature also had a rounded face, and a small nose. Floppy hair, and it had… glasses! Dreamcatcher was too busy being mad at the small thing to realize it had dragon-like features. 
“I’m a human! Haven’t you heard of us?” Snapped the ‘human’. 
“No…. You kinda looked like one of those monkeys I see the Leafwings eat... And I’ve never heard of anything non-dragon that can speak. Sorry.” He didn’t know why he apologized, maybe because he wanted to know about this human. 
“What’s your name?” A HiveWing stepped out behind a bookshelf. She had large amounts of ink on her talons. She wore glasses that looked almost identical to the humans. She had shimmering golden scales with blotches of black that Dreamcatcher had to look closely at to determine whether they were ink splatters or her normal scale color. 
“Dreamcatcher.” He felt himself bristle a little, he tried not to be hostile with the HiveWing, but Ginger (his caretaker up to her passing) told him his father had died to the claws of one of the merciless HiveWing Queen’s sisters. 
“Oh wow! Wait, why aren’t you at the treehouse?” The HiveWing asked, pushing up her glasses. 
“I am, but I got a little lost following this human….” Dreamcatcher eyed the human with disdain. 
“I have a name!” The human squeaked. Dreamcatcher raised an eyebrow. 
“They’re name is Axolotl. I’m Cricket.” The HiveWing nodded slowly. Dreamcatcher felt all his hostility slowly fade, this was Cricket, hero and savior of Pantala. A small smile crept up his face. 
“Oh, nice to meet you Cricket, and uh… Axolotl. Are they your pet?” 
“No! Axolotl’s studying Dragon, they’re more of an assistant or a colleague.” 
“Oh… um, you guys said something about me being your new student?” 
“Well, you and everyone. We’re flying out with you. We were supposed to oversee the LeafSilk Village, but Olive is stepping in for us instead. Can I get you any scrolls for the journey? I’m taking all these scrolls down to the new academy.” Cricket gestured to a pile of scrolls, Dreamcatcher picked one up and read the title. 
“Legends of The Hives? What’s that?” Dreamcatcher asked. 
“It’s all about how Pantala was discovered, mostly it's about the Breath of Evil. Would you like to read it?” Cricket jumped up hopefully, a big smile on her face. She had freckles of black and gold that glittered when she got into the light. Dreamcatcher wondered where the light came from, and then spied a window covered in palm leaves, and moss. He also admired the lanterns that contained glittering flamesilk that offered light as well. 
“Oh um, no thanks, I could perhaps help you carry them though?” He offered, trying to appear helpful for his angry outburst to Axolotl. 
“That’d be great, but instead of scrolls, could you please give Axolotl a ride? I want him to experience flying. Also, he’s going to the academy with me, and walking would take too long.” 
“Um sure. Hey, why would a scavenger want to come to a dragon school?” Dreamcatcher asked, fiddling with his talons. 
“Oh!” Cricket’s smile became broader, and she pranced around in excitement. “For the first time in forever, this school will be open for all the intelligent creatures of our world, including sca- I mean humans.” Axolotl nodded as she spoke. 
“That’s right. We’re inviting five humans to go to the academy.” 
“Only five?! Won’t they feel… oh I don’t know… self-conscious, y’know since there are only ‘humans’ there?”   
“They’ll have you whomping dragons for company, and don’t worry, we made sure all the ‘humans’ we have chosen, wanted to go in the first place.” Axolotl said in a confident voice, they smirked at Cricket. 
“Alright, well, we better get going. If it’s not rude to ask you, Dreamcatcher. But are you by chance a hybrid?” Axolotl questioned, staring at his wings, and his dark purple and navy-blue scales, speckled with gold and black. Dreamcatcher curled his antenna in, wondering how to respond. 
“Axolotl! That is rude!” Cricket yelped, grabbing Axolotl away from Dreamcatcher. She glared at him firmly. 
“It’s OK, I mean, I am what I am. And I am a hybrid. Woah, that was a lot of ‘I am’ words.” Dreamcatcher glanced around the room. Seeing that it was a small library, he tapped on the shelves. It made a loud clunk sound when he tapped the maple wood, Dreamcatcher also saw a few books still on the shelves. Maybe she’s not bringing every book, that’d be too many! He concluded. 
“See Cricket, it’s not rude. And I knew that because his wings are slightly pointed at the tips, but he has two, instead of his normal Pyrrhian counterparts. So, he must be a hybrid. Also, his color scheme is too dark to be a normal SilkWing.” Axolotl concluded. 
“You must be a NightWing and SilkWing hybrid!” Cricket gasped. 
“How did you know?” Dreamcatcher tilted his head. 
“You have those teardrop scales near your eyes, though they’re shaped more circular than a raindrop. And you have three of them instead of one on each eye. Are you a seer or a mind reader?” Cricket asked. 
“Um, not exactly. I can sorta see the future, but not in the way normal seers do.” Dreamcatcher responded, rubbing his temples. Cricket shrugged and didn’t push him to explain more. 
“Well, we better get going, are you still up for caring Axolotl?” Cricket grabbed a large sack of books, and tied some silk around herself to make sure the books didn’t fall. 
“Yeah. Let’s go! Hop on Axolotl!” Dreamcatcher scooped up Axolotl with his tail, and leaned down so the human could climb up his foreleg and then swing on to his shoulder. Cricket leaped off the balcony near a desk that smelled strongly of a type of beans that Dreamcatcher saw Leafwings grind into a powdery black substance, and then turned into a hot liquid. Dreamcatcher also spied several of the black stains on the desk. 
Dreamcatcher leaped after Cricket and watched as the sun sunk into the horizon. Wow, I’ve been here longer than I thought! Dreamcatcher winged his way towards the treehouse. It gave off an eerie light in the fading dusk. Stars started to sparkle, and the wind brushed his scales. He turned his head to watch Axolotl whoop with exhilaration. 
"Hang on!" He howled, trying to get his voice out over the wind. 
"Wait what! AHHH!" Axolotl was thrown back, and Dreamcatcher felt himself catch the fierce north wind, he started to fold his wings over, and then suddenly, he did a loop in midair. Axolotl gripped his scales so hard, Dreamcatcher felt he would pluck them off! Axolotl growled when they finally landed at the treehouse, they squeaked in their language. Cricket let out a loud snort of laughter, and Axolotl turned and glared at her instead. 
"He could've killed me! Those shrimpy wings... they... how?" Axolotl appeared flabbergasted, which made Cricket fall on the oak wood flooring of the treehouse laughing. "Quite laughing!" Demanded Axolotl. 
"I'm sorry Axolotl!" Dreamcatcher held back a laugh himself. Axolotl narrowed their eyes, then shrugged, and knocked on the too-big-for-a-small-human-door. Dreamcatcher felt as if everything would be OK... maybe he could just pretend to be like the rest of the peers. No one has to know. No one. And with that, satisfied, he walked into the treehouse, which was filled with LeafWings getting ready to depart tomorrow afternoon.
== Chapter 2 ==
As Dreamcatcher walked into the treehouse, he saw three LeafWings whip their heads around to glare at him, each of them gave him a funny look, like he was intruding on their ‘secret’ meeting. A cold kelp colored LeafWing walked over to him, he had a mix of hazel and sepia scales that blended into a nice dull shade of brown. He wrinkled his snout, and looked ready to start a fight. 
“C’mon Venus! Lay off the weird hybrid!” A LeafWing with sharp webbing and cool gray-pine green scales that gleamed as if they were dipped in layers of gloss, called from across the room. He tilted his chin up at Dreamcather and smiled grimly. His eyes seemed to say; I don’t actually care whether you live or die, none of us do. Keep that in mind pipsqueak. Actually that was exactly what he was thinking, more or less. Dreamcatcher smiled nervously, they already realize that I'm a hybrid.. 
Dreamcatcher usually couldn’t see the thoughts of other dragons, but, if they were touching his scales, (like how right now the LeafWing’s tail, that was more pointed than the normal leaf shaped ones, was touching the tip of Dreamcatcher more dragon-like shaped tail, and surprisingly the LeafWing didn’t even notice), he could feel their emotions as if he were experiencing them, and the hate coming off of the LeafWing was deadly. We just met and he already wants to rip my throat out. Though, he would think that about any hybrid that has NightWing blood. Dreamcatcher must have given the polished gray LeafWing a bemused look, because the hatred sparked into a bonfire. 
Dreamcatcher looked around, and saw a small table that was possibly made of granite. A stack of scrolls was carefully placed near the window, which was covered up with fabric. He guessed it was made of silk, and had clouds passing over the blue fabric. It must have taken ages to weave the light blue, and then had to stop and then move to the crisp white. However the hard work of the SilkWing that weaved this paid off. It was truly remarkable. 
He was surprised to see Redwood’s talons wave right in front of his face. Redwood glanced at the gray LeafWing with disdain. He had a soft expression, but had a harsh flicker in his raspberry pink eyes. “Listen, Thistle hates you because he blames the NightWings for creating the HiveWings. So in theory he blames you, as well. Show him you're not a threat, but can still stand up for yourself.” Redwood hissed into his ear, Dreamcatcher knew what he had to do, even though he could see it resulted in Thistle hating him even more. (He didn’t need to be a seer to know that.) 
Dreamcatcher glanced at a few large scars on… Thistle? Was that what Redwood said his name was? Dreamcatcher saw a twisted one on his neck, that snaked down to his left shoulder. Thistle looked down his own scales, and saw what Dreamcatcher was looking at. That’s right, fear me. Dreamcatcher narrowed his eyes, he would take Redwood's advice. 
“My name is Dreamcatcher.” He said, more to himself. “I am a NightWing hybrid.” He said awkwardly. Thistle let out a snort of ridicule. “But… Thistle…” Redwood gave him a nod of encouragement. 
Thistle curled his claws in, and yanked his tail back as he noticed they had touched. Dreamcatcher felt the connection ripped out of his mind, it resembled the feeling of having his skull smashed into hard rock. The shock of it was so much, he had to stop the sentence he was forming in his head. 
“I- I am a NightSilk hybrid.” Dreamcatcher repeated, he tried not letting his voice quiver with anxiety. “I cannot help who my parents were, I cannot help which tribe I am from, or who I am. The only thing I can control is how I treat other dragons, how I respond to their actions, and make my own. I can’t even change my destiny, I could try, but I wouldn’t ever be able to. I can’t help that a NightWing traveled here thousands of years ago, and wanted to start a family. And that family grew so large that they now are a whole tribe. It’s not my fault that your mother died in the Last Battle, and you tried to save her, but couldn’t. Because that’s destiny, and that’s not my fault either.” He took a deep breath, and let the last line sink into the four LeafWings. It was true. This isn’t my fault. Don’t blame me for your mistakes. He felt like he could yell that to the world, however he shut his trap before Thistle strangled him. 
Then, suddenly, Venus clapped his talons together slowly, and flashed him a small grin. Thistle turned on Venus, and bared his teeth. 
“Wow, that was perfect. He fears you now, see?” Redwood whispered into his ear. “He knows you can see inside his mind, and he’ll be more careful around you from now on.” 
Dreamcatcher gulped nervously, Thistle fearing him led to his ultimate death. It led to Thistle throwing him off a cliff or something even worse that Dreamcatcher couldn’t imagine. (Which was possibly what he was thinking right now.) 
“How do you know what happened to my mother?” Thistle took a step towards Dreamcatcher, a sinister look on his once scornful face. 
“I-I… Can read your emotions. I just… When you thought of that scar, you pictured a beautiful LeafWing dying to the claws of a mind-controlled HiveWing. You fought tooth and claw to get to her, but…” 
“That HiveWing would've killed her even if it wasn’t ‘mind-controlled.’ That’s just what they do, their unnatural monsters.” Thistle wrinkled his snout in disgust towards Cricket. 
“That’s enough, Thistle. This is why you're going to that hugging school, you need to build some tribal communications skills, we’re in a time of peace. Don’t start a feud with an enemy bigger than the tree you're standing on.” Redwood cut his talons in the air, an expression that all dragonets learned at a young age from their elders. It meant: ‘Cut it out’ or ‘Enough!’ 
”Hugging School?!?” Dreamcatcher heard Axoltol exclaim. 
Thistle bared his teeth, and muttered something under his breath that Dreamcatcher didn’t catch. 
“I’m sorry about Thistle, he’s the worst of us. Though, I can be pretty bad at times with… new dragons.” Venus concluded. “Perhaps you should sleep on the opposite side of the room. So there aren't any… accidents.” Venus pointed towards a hammock near the door to the treehouse. He nodded silently, and saw that he could look out the window and see the stars. He wasn’t sure whether he should take Venus’s words as a threat or a warning. 
Dreamcatcher saw Axolotl pat Cricket on the shoulder. They gave her a sad look, as if thinking this school was a big mistake. Which Dreamcatcher half-agreed with, Thistle should not be allowed in a school with other students, especially NightWings or HiveWings. Dreamcatcher felt bad for Cricket, she seemed to take Thistle’s harsh words seriously. She straightened her glasses, then untied the scrolls that were still secured to her waist, and stacked them one by one. Once she was done, Axolotl slowly climbed onto her back, and they wished him a good night's rest. 
“Hey, Cricket?” Dreamcatcher stopped her before she left. “I think this is a good idea. Don’t let Thistle’s negativity bring you down. I believe in this school, and you should too.” 
“That’s… very sweet Dreamcatcher. We’re flying by tomorrow morning, make sure everyone’s ready. Redwood?” Cricket flashed Redwood an annoyed look. When Redwood didn’t respond, she spoke in a rather annoyed voice. “The other two LeafWings will be here shortly.” Then Cricket and Axolotl were gone. 
Redwood watched as Cricket flew back to the palace, and leaped up. “Sorry I have to leave so soon, what Cricket said, Fig and my brother will be over soon.” Redwood opened the door, and then he too was gone. Fig? She must be another LeafWing that Cricket mentioned coming to the treehouse later. 
“I’m Aspen,” Said a calm looking LeafWing, they had mostly bark colored scales, with only a few scattered dark moss green, and small silver scales that appeared as speckles on their face. They smiled warmly, and Dreamcatcher smiled back. They were the nicest of the group, and he could tell that him and Aspen would become friends, eventually. “You’ve already met Venus and Thistle. I’m sorry about Thistle’s rude outburst, he’s been very snarky ever since his mother died.” 
“You can say that again.” Dreamcatcher said sarcastically, feeling more confident around Aspen. “Who’s Redwood’s brother?” Dreamcatcher asked. 
“Oh! Yeah, that’s Prince Castor. He is beyond handsome. Of course he got accepted, most royal dragons that applied got in. Sorry I’m rambling again.” Aspen laughed nervously. 
“Prince Castor? I’ve never heard of him.” 
“Yeah, he’s Hazel’s brother. Redwood and Castor weren’t allowed on the diplomatic meetings because of the whole ‘queenly’ thing. And they are ruff brothers, romping around the palace like a couple of rhinoceros!” Aspen snorted. “Fig is a tense, nervous, LeafWing. She’s sweet, but quiet. She’s also quite jumpy.” Aspen tapped the side of their head, and looked deep in thought. 
“They both seem… nice?” Dreamcatcher tried to think of a word, but only came up with ‘nice.’ Aspen nodded. Dreamcatcher wished her well, then curled up on his hammock. He noticed that blossoms and mint leaves made the hammock smell wonderful, and were a cozy addition. The hammock was made of reinforced silk over crisp rainforest palm leaves. Dreamcatcher sunk into it, and closed his eyes. 
Ironically, it was hard for him to fall asleep, but fortunately he sunk into a light sleep around midnight.  And after another hour, he faded into darkness. 
His eyes blazed with anger and hatred. A massive BeetleWing under the name of Solitude stood before all of them. Longhorn clamped down his thoughts that boiled into a volcano of malice. 
“My dragonsss!” The big BeetleWing flared his wings, and pointed at a purple hybrid who laid on the rocky cliff ledge they were above. He cocked his head, wondering why the deranged BeetleWing had made them arrive at the seaside island. Someone would pay for this, he decided. 
“This traitor is demanding we give up our defense against other tribes. I’ve seen it, and it leads to our ultimate doom! My visions, I see where this decision gets us!” Solitude yelled out, so all the gathered BeetleWings of all different bright colors could hear. 
“I’m not a traitor! This is –'' The violet dragon pleaded, but she was interrupted by hisses and snarls from the crowd. “Please, just–” 
“BOOO!” Longhorn clapped his talons over his mouth and shouted as loud as he could, other dragons joined his anguish. 
“I see LeafWings taking over our homes, forcing us out of our villages. They’ll come to our doors, and say that it was their jungle in the first place, that they’re just claiming what was rightfully theirs! It either leads to our tribe going extinct or our continent crushed between a terrible raging war that will never cease! Is that what you want? Your families scattered across your once beautiful jungle floor?” Solitude howled loudly, and seeing that he had gotten his fellow dragon’s riled up, he continued. “A future where we are lost to time, where we never exist. I’ve seen it, and this will all happen if we give up our one advantage against the LeafWings.” 
The BeetleWing felt his heart leap, and he suddenly believed what Solitude was saying. 
“Let Faith talk!” Shouted Citrus, her ruff was fluffed, and her antenna was swaying from right to left. Her deep orange and gold-speckled scales shimmered in the sun. Longhorn snorted at her, maybe she would be punished. Solitude seemed like a competent leader, maybe after he punished the sniveling BeetleWing hybrid, he could punish Citrus. 
“Fine! But all you will hear is lies!” Solitude hissed, and narrowed his midnight blue eyes at Citrus. 
“I had a vision.” The NightWing traitor spoke in a soft voice that shook. She trembled slightly as she saw all the BeetleWings' eyes turn on her. “An odd looking dragon gazes at a better Pantala, they have four wings, like us, but are rounded. They have antennas like us, but are more used for decoration, like our horns. They have no large horn on their snout, and they are curvy and silly looking. Their scales still sparkle with all those of tropical birds. Yet, they will never match the beauty of the scales we have now. I see that their names are more decided on butterflies, and colors, and less like the grand beetles we are made after. They are us, and are not us. They are what we create in time. The LeafWings don’t make us extinct, following Solitude will. If you let yourself be led by someone who actually cares about protecting the world, you’ll be doing the right thing. Don’t make the same mistake I did, please.” Faith glanced down, and let out a small sigh. 
Sol twitched his antenna, then in a calm voice he said, “I see every imminent threat. When I look into the future, to find the enemy, to find the thing stopping the BeetleWings wonderful future ahead, I see your face. I will always see your face, I will never not see your face. It’s Fate.” Faith winced and gave him a melancholy look. 
Lornhong didn’t know what happened after that. The mountain collapsed, and brought Solitude and Faith down with it. The rocks hurtled past his body, he felt small pebbles hit his armored tawny and deep black scales. He hissed with pain, and so did the BeetleWings around him. 
“Where did they go?” He heard a voice shout near him. A few dragons echoed the question, and thunder rumbled from above, eventually they were lost in their own confusion. A loud roar howled from below their talons, however, they couldn’t distinguish it from the roar of the thunder. 
“Get rid of your animus magic. Get rid of it all.” 
Dreamcatcher snapped his eyes open, his breath was ragged, and he felt disoriented for a moment. I’m not a BeetleWings named Longhorn. He said to himself, hoping it was just a very weird dream. I’m not a BeetleWing named Longhorn. I’m DREAMCATCHER. Dreamcatcher felt like his scales had been peeled off, one by one, and replaced with someone else’s. He glanced out the window, and saw it was still dark out. But, judging from the moons’ position in the sky, it wouldn’t be for long. 
“Dreamcatcher…” A voice whispered, Dreamcatcher glanced around wildly. First at the biggest threat, Thistle. Who was sleeping silently from across the room, and didn’t appear to be pretending. He’s a noisy sleeper! Dreamcatcher wanted to laugh scornfully, but kept his mouth shut. He glanced at the sleeping green form near the second window. Dreamcatcher was surprised to see him not sleeping on a hammock. Could he have been the one calling his name? No, Venus seemed friendly once he had proved himself. And it couldn’t be Aspen, they’re too nice! 
Dreamcatcher closed his eyes, and relaxed back into his hammock. 
“Dreamcatcher! Wake up!” A dragon stared at him, he blinked his eyes sleepily. Dreamcatcher fell on the oak wood floor, he made a soft oof, and looked up to see Cricket leaning over him. 
“Nice landing, Sleepcatcher.” Thistle laughed nastily. 
“It’s Dreamcatcher.” Dreamcatcher yawned, not wanting to start another fight with Thistle. “Cricket, what are you doing here so early?” He gazed out the window, and saw that the moon had just begun to sink below the horizon. The once black sky was turning a light shade of purple. 
“I just wanted to introduce you to Prince Castor, and Fig.” Cricket stepped out of his line of sight. A handsome looking LeafWing extended his talon towards Dreamcatcher. The bottom of his talon was a crimson that faded into a normal emerald green. Dreamcatcher was surprised to see a few scratches and parts of his leaf shaped membrane was ripped. Castor had rich almond eyes. 
Castor pulled Dreamcatcher up. “Thanks.” 
“My name is Castor, I don’t like formal titles, so you can just call me Castor.” He had a pleasant voice, and seemed to not have anything against Dreamcatcher. 
Fig on the other hand, gave him a nervous frown. She tapped her claws on the floor, and had deep magenta and maroon. The weird thing that didn’t sit right with Dreamcatcher was the necklace Fig was wearing, it appeared to be made out of… dragon teeth. He gulped nervously. Didn’t Aspen say that she was more… shy? 
Fig didn’t seem like that kind of dragon. Wearing other dragon’s teeth around her neck, didn’t seem like her. (Just judging from her aura.) 
“Hey! Pantala to Fig? Why the blank face?” Castor turned to her, and gave her a confused look. Fig shook her head slowly. 
“Oh… uh, sorry. Just thinking.” Fig said so softly that Dreamcatcher had to strain to hear her. Fig fiddled with her earrings. They looked like they were hooked on sage, and small petals, the actual earring was a shiny silver. Thistle tilted his head, and gazed at the necklace with confusion. 
“Who made you that? I want one, do you think they can make me one out of NightWing teeth?” Thistle glared at Dreamcatcher as he said that. 
“I– I actually made this myself…” Fig swayed slightly, possibly uncomfortable around the gaping dragons. 
“You made…” Venus asked. 
“That?” Aspen finished, they cast a skeptical look at Fig. 
“Well yeah, but they’re not NightWing teeth. Or HiveWing. They’re SilkWing teeth, and their baby dragon teeth. My step brother’s name is Dusky, and he lost all his baby teeth awhile ago. I decided to wear it because I’m really sad I couldn’t travel with him.” Fig concluded. Dreamcatcher smiled, that made more sense then Fig having HiveWing teeth. And it was sorta sweet. 
“Aw! You HAVE to point your baby brother to me! He sounds adorable!” Aspen squealed, wrapping her wings around Fig. She gave a half-hearted smile, and promised she would. 
“Alright now that we’re all acquainted, we can get going. Oh hey, Fig! I was over at the LeafSilk Village, and saw Dusky. He told me to say hi for him.” Redwood called, as he stepped into the room packed with LeafWings. Hazel wished to come and wish you well, but she had to go ahead to a political meeting with the SilkWing counsel, Queen Jewel was also present. Final deciding on the students that are leaving.” Redwood handed a scroll to each. “Their official.” He said in a singsong voice. Dreamcatcher unrolled his, and saw all the names of the students that would be attending. 
“Why are we leaving so soon?” Venus slithered up to Redwood, and grabbed his scroll. Dreamcatcher was too busy trying to find his name to ask the question himself. He brought it towards the granite table, and held the flamesilk lantern above it. 
He first saw big letters saying; DIAMOND WINGLET, which was probably the winglet he was in. 
“Toucan, Bumblebee, Prince Cliff, Dusky, Princess Auklet, Princess Mink, Bullfrog, Serval, Peacemaker, and…” Dreamcatcher mumbled to himself, he came to the LeafWing in his winglet. He saw the name, and then sighed with relief, the LeafWing in his group was Venus. Dreamcatcher had hoped that it would’ve been Fig or Aspen. But Venus was OK. He saw tiny scribbles, he cocked his head trying to identify it, was it Jay? Or maybe Pigeon? He didn’t know. It was the human’s name in his group. 
“Look outside, storm clouds are gathering. We’re gonna try and beat it. Tomorrow we should arrive on Love.” 
“‘Love?’ What on Pantala are you talking about?” Venus demanded.
“He probably accidentally ate some nightshade. I don’t think we should travel with him.” Castor whispered to Dreamcatcher jokingly. He snorted, but was also confused what Redwood meant. 
“Dragonets, listen, we’ll leave in about an hour. So be ready.” Redwood flashed them a grin, before sitting down by Cricket. Axolotl sat on her shoulder, and sorted scrolls by pointing to them. 
Dreamcatcher gazed at the five assembled LeafWings, and felt his heart race with the adventures soon to come. 
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