Wings of Fire: The First Vision

====== Hi! I doubt anyone did, but if you recently read my OLDDDDD story, Rose Academy, you’ll know that I’m remaking it with a new title. I guess everything was confusing because I’m not on here very much (or at least, I wasn’t) so I decided to just make a new page for it. Right now, I’m writing the prologue on Google Docs, but when I’m done I’ll copy and paste it onto here and Quotev! I might even start a graphic novel version on here and Webtoon when I actually find my Apple Pencil. Anyways, if you’d like to see more of my content, my DeviantArt is KitKatteDrawz, Quotev is potatothefroggie (sushiDRAGON) and my Webtoon is yet another sushiDRAGON but this time it’s sushiDRAGON! sooo yea—SORRY IK I TALK TOO MUCH ======
== Welcome to Rose Academy! ==
I’m Shadowseer the NightWing! I’m the headmaster of Rose Academy. Here, you will be put in groups with fourteen other dragonets that you will hopefully get along with (if it’s your first year)!
You will also have a Winglet Leader, who is an adult dragon who was one of the best students at Rose Academy. Your Winglet Leader will give you a tour, a leather pouch, and answers to any questions that you have.
School starts at the end of the RainWing Fruit Season—when the fruits are all picked and they start falling off of the trees! We’re accepting dragonets ages six to fourteen, so come to Rose Island and get ready to make some never-ending friendships!
== Winglets ==
Rose Winglet
First-years
SeaWing: Akoya
NightWing: Eclipse
SkyWing: Hao
HiveWing: Firefly
SilkWing: Cinnamon
IceWing: Brumal
MudWing: Amber
LeafWing: Foxglove
RainWing: Kastooree
SandWing: Echis
Hybrid #1: Duskbringer (SkyWing-NightWing)
Hybrid #2: Dawnbreaker (SkyWing-NightWing)
Hybrid #3: Echoseeker (NightWing-RainWing)
Hybrid #4: Spar (IceWing-SilkWing)
Tribrid: Nightshade (NightWing-LeafWing-SeaWing)
Lily Winglet
Second-years
SeaWing: Stream
NightWing: Dreamchaser
SkyWing: Haze
HiveWing: Lapis
SilkWing: Butterfly
IceWing: Brumal
MudWing: Swan
LeafWing: Fern
RainWing: Chimpanzee
SandWing: Fossil
Hybrid #1: Dove (SilkWing-NightWing)
Hybrid #2: Luca (SeaWing-RainWing)
Hybrid #3: Bamboo (RainWing-LeafWing)
Hybrid #4: Netwing (RainWing-HiveWing)
Tribrid: Phainopepla  (SkyWing-NightWing-SilkWing)
Dandelion Winglet
Third-years
SeaWing: Viridian
NightWing: Bravery
SkyWing: Cloud
HiveWing: Caddisfly
SilkWing: Glasswing
IceWing: Malamute
MudWing: Beaver
LeafWing: Rosemary
RainWing: Pomegranate
SandWing: Meerkat
Hybrid #1: Okapi (SandWing-RainWing)
Hybrid #2: Coyote (NightWing-SandWing)
Hybrid #3: Diamondback (NightWing-SandWing)
Hybrid #4: Starfruit (RainWing-NightWing)
Tribrid: Rainfall (RainWing-SeaWing-SkyWing)
Tulip Winglet
Fourth-years
SeaWing: Seashore
NightWing: Shatterwings
SkyWing: Quail
HiveWing: Damselfly
SilkWing: Dapple
IceWing: Quartz
MudWing: Rufous
LeafWing: Mahogany
RainWing: Conure
SandWing: Taipan
Hybrid #1: Joyful (RainWing-SilkWing)
Hybrid #2: Riversnow (IceWing-RainWing)
Hybrid #3: Grateful (RainWing-SandWing)
Hybrid #4: Cypress (LeafWing-RainWing)
Tribrid: Gecko (RainWing-LeafWing-SandWing)
Lavender Winglet
Fifth-years
SeaWing: Cascade
NightWing: Peacewish
SkyWing: Owl
HiveWing: Woodwasp
SilkWing: Swallowtail
IceWing: Seal
MudWing: Sable
LeafWing: Eucalyptus
RainWing: Civet 
SandWing: Roadrunner
Hybrid #1: Fever (MudWing-SkyWing)
Hybrid #2: Frog (RainWing-MudWing)
Hybrid #3: Finch (SkyWing-RainWing)
Hybrid #4: Vivid (RainWing-NightWing)
Tribrid: Altitude (IceWing-SkyWing-MudWing)
Orchid Winglet
Sixth-years
SeaWing: Torrent
NightWing: Victory
SkyWing: Phoenix
HiveWing: Fireant
SilkWing: Cosmic
IceWing: Stoat
MudWing: Meadow
LeafWing: Juniper
RainWing: Canopy
SandWing: Desert
Hybrid #1: Boreal (RainWing-IceWing)
Hybrid #2: Koi (SeaWing-SkyWing)
Hybrid #3: Terra (MudWing-NightWing)
Hybrid #4: Frostwalker (IceWing-NightWing)
Tribrid: Shimmer (SkyWing-RainWing-SandWing)
Iris Winglet
Seventh-years
SeaWing: River
NightWing: Hope
SkyWing: Blast
HiveWing: Ladybug
SilkWing: Cocoon
IceWing: Frigid
MudWing: Fog
LeafWing: Root
RainWing: Kiwi
SandWing: Canyon
Hybrid #1: Brightsting (SandWing-RainWing)
Hybrid #2: Infinity (NightWing-HiveWing)
Hybrid #3: Deep (IceWing-SeaWing)
Hybrid #4: Aurora (RainWing-IceWing)
Tribrid: Comet (IceWing-SkyWing-NightWing)
Sunflower Winglet
Eighth-years
SeaWing: Wave
NightWing: Secretfinder
SkyWing: Spark
HiveWing: Mosquito
SilkWing: Glass
IceWing: Shiver
MudWing: Delta
LeafWing: Vine
RainWing: Summer
SandWing: Jackal
Hybrid #1: Tropic (RainWing-SeaWing)
Hybrid #2: Fruitfly (RainWing-HiveWing)
Hybrid #3: Spring (SkyWing-LeafWing)
Hybrid #4: Toucan (RainWing-SkyWing)
Tribrid: Wildfire (SkyWing-LeafWing-MudWing)
== The First Prophecy ==
In the barren lands of Pyrrhia,
you will find a glittering star. 
In the broken lands of Pantala,
you will seek a smoldering scar.
Wait for the scales that glow like a fire.
Wait for the wings that soar much, much higher.
Wait for the princess that will not admit,
wait for the hybrid that cannot forget,
wait for the speaker who knows not what he is.
Search for the scales that glow under the light.
Search for the wings that are speckled with white.
Search for the claws that are as green as the sea,
search for the colors that you almost can’t see,
search for the dragon who’s never lived happily.
You must find the wings as red as hazy skies,
you must find scales fading blue into white,
you must find the horns that are golden and bright,
you must find the flicks gold, black and white
and you must find the eyes as dark as midnight,
if only you want to survive.
== Prologue ==
=== Qibli ===
Over 3,000 years ago . . .
----Qibli glanced over at the NightWing flying beside him. If her vision had been wrong . . . No, Qibli thought. Moon’s smart. Her visions aren’t fake. She saw what WILL happen to Pyrrhia and Pantala. We’re going somewhere safe, with no old traces of war or rivalries or animus magic or . . . no, there will still be prophecies.
Qibli had decided that he hated prophecies a while ago. Prophecies had led to Moon having bad dreams, to Queen Snowfall nearly starting a war, and to the NightWings coming very close to taking over the old RainWing Kingdom.
“Qibli,” said a gruff voice to his left, “why in the three moons would you hire me for this?”
“C’mon, Winter, it’s just a little SilkWing,” Qibli said. “He can’t even speak yet. You’re lucky you didn’t get one of the three-year-olds,” he added, glancing behind him at the small wingless SilkWing complaining and wriggling around. 
“You’re lucky you didn’t get anything,” Winter mumbled. 
“Hey, I volunteered to help Moon if she gets a random vision and falls out of the sky,” Qibli pointed out.
“Well at least—”
“Winter, stop arguing with him,” Moon interrupted. “. . . please.”
Winter snorted. 
“Ha, I don’t get told to stop because I’m just perfect, right, Moon?” Qibli asked jokingly.
“You know you would’ve kept arguing with him,” Moon said. “I would’ve told you to stop if you kept arguing with him, too.”
“That’s fair.”
Qibli and Winter had known each other for . . . what was it, ten years? Eleven? It was eleven—ten years ago was when Moon and I got together, wasn’t it?
Qibli and Winter had been put as clawmates at Jade Mountain Academy when they were dragonets. Moon was in their winglet, along with Kinkajou and Turtle, who were flying in the back, making sure no one was left behind. The other dragonets in their winglet had been Carnelian and Umber. Carnelian had been killed right when school started by a dragonflame cactus explosion, and Umber had flown off with his sister, Sora. No one had seen them since.
Every dragon that had been left living on Pyrrhia and Pantala—every dragonet, every egg—was flying to a new continent that had no dragon tribes on it. In Moon’s vision, a terrible storm was going to wipe out every living thing on both continents—every dragon, every plant, everything—leaving nothing but a wasteland for a continent and a bloodbath for a sea. So now every dragon was now flying to a new continent that Moon had seen in her vision, one full of life.
Hopefully it would be one that there would never be  war on, prophecies on, animus magic or  . . . anything bad on.
“What do you think about starting a new school on this continent, just like Jade Mountain but, you know, with less scary immortal hybrids trapped near it?” Qibli blurted. The thought had been in his mind for a while, but he couldn’t find the right time to tell anyone. Moons, how many ideas do I even have lingering around in my brain?
“Qibli, we don’t know what this continent’s going to look like,” Winter grumbled. “How do we know that there’s gonna be any mountains?”
“It doesn’t necessarily need to be in a mountain,” Qibli pointed out. “Didn’t you go to school before Jade Mountain Academy?”
“Did you?”
“No.”
“Then what makes you think I did?”
“You didn’t grow up in the Scorpion Den where the only school anywhere near you was an orphanage that, for your information, does not let any dragonets over the age of three anywhere near campus.” 
Winter snorted. “How am I supposed to know that?”
“I’m sure you’ve heard about me growing up in the Scorpion Den at least once,” Qibli said. 
“When Glory was made queen, she started building schools in the treetops,” Moon suggested. “Maybe we could do something like that?”
“That’s a good idea,” Winter said.
“Yeah,” Qibli agreed. Oh dear, I’ve agreed with Winter! The whole world is crashing down! 
“Oh, nevermind.”
Qibli looked at Moon. “What?”
“SilkWings,” she replied.
Oh, right, Qibli realized. SilkWing dragonets don’t get wings until age six. How would they even get up to the trees? Most of them grew up being afraid of them. Afraid of trees. Never really given that much thought. “Maybe we could ask a SilkWing,” Qibli suggested. “Surely they had schools, right?”
“Yes, you go do that,” Winter told him. “Find a SilkWing.”
“Whatever you say, my prince,” Qibli joked.
“I hate you,” Winter grumbled.
“Awe! Thanks, bestie!”
“Shut up.”
“Qibli, just go,” Moon groaned. 
Qibli nodded. He turned around and started flying—it was weird, being the only dragon flying that way while every other dragon alive was flying in the opposite direction. “Sorry!” he said quickly as a SilkWing nearly ran right into him. “Oh, great. You’re just who I’m looking for!”
“. . . Was that sarcasm?” the SilkWing asked.
“No.”
“Oh. Okay. What do you want?”
Qibli turned back around and flew side-by-side to the SilkWing. “On this new island, we want to make a school,” he explained. “I need your help.”
“Why my help?” the SilkWing asked. “You don’t even know my name. Wait, you don’t, right?”
“What’s your name?”
“Metalmark.”
“I’m Qibli! Great, now we know each other.”
Metalmark sighed. “Fine. What do you need me to do for your school?”
“Back on Pantala, SilkWings go to school before they go through their metamorphosis, right?” Qibli asked.
“Yes,” Metalmark answered.
“What were the schools like?”
“They were each built in the Hives,” Metalmark explained. “You plan to build Hives for your school?”
“Uh, no. What about schools for SilkWings in the past year?”
“I don’t know,” Metalmark said. “But my friend is—er, was—a teacher. I can bring you to him.”
“Great! Let’s go now.”
“But his grave is back on Pantala.”
“His grave?!” Qibli yelped. “You’re not as helpful as I thought you would be.”
“Relax, I’m just joking!” Metalmark said, throwing his head back and laughing so hard Qibli almost thought he would fall out of the sky. “You know, I think I’m going to have a hard time finding him. Look for the orange-brown SilkWing with pinkish stripes.”
“Wow, great description,” Qibli joked. “You should write scrolls!”
“I know.”
“Why can’t you come with me?”
“I’ll have a hard time, like I told you earlier.”
“Or you’re just lazy,” Qibli said as he rose up, higher into the sky. 
“Am not!” Metalmark hollered.
“Laaaaaaazy!” Qibli shouted as he looked down at all the dragons flying below him. Orange-brown SilkWing . . . pinkish stripes. . . . Huh, most of the dragons were flying with their tribemates; Hawkmoth’s probably going to be somewhere around here, since I don’t remember him ever going to Jade Mountain Academy. There’s no—there WAS no school on Pantala for all three tribes that lived there, right?
There! Qibli dove down towards a SilkWing that perfectly matched Metalmark’s description. “Hawkmoth!” he yelled. The SilkWing yelped and turned around. 
“I—Do I know you?” 
Qibli shook his head. “No. I’m Qibli.”
“How did you know my name?” Hawkmoth asked, tilting his head as he slowed down to fly closer to Qibli.
“I know everything,” Qibli answered.
“Woah,” Hawkmoth whispered. “Are you one of those animus dragons? Who can do magic? Did you give yourself all the knowledge in the world?”
“No,” Qibli admitted. “That would be cool though, if animus magic wasn’t, you know, able to do bad things. I’m glad it’s all gone, honestly. Turtle’s a bit different now, but at least there won’t be any more dragons like—”
“You’re rambling,” Hawkmoth interrupted.
“Right. Sorry.” Qibli tried to remember what he was talking about before. It was something about . . . “Ah. Yeah, there wasn’t any magic involved in my miraculously amazing name-guessing. No guessing, either. Metalmark told me that you used to be a teacher back on Pantala?”
“How did you know Metalmark’s name?” Hawkmoth asked.
“Not important,” Qibli said quickly. “I think on this new continent it would be cool to have a school for all tribes, including SilkWings. But SilkWings don’t get wings until age six, so it would be hard to have it on a mountain or in the trees or something. What were the SilkWing schools like after you were . . . released from the control of the HiveWings?”
“Oh,” Hawkmoth sighed. “Well, the one I taught at was for both LeafWings and SilkWings, back when the LeafSilk Kingdom was a thing. It was in a really big tree, actually, that leafspeakers had been working on for a few centuries. There were so many staircases and floors. But can’t you just have the school in a mountain?”
Qibli facepalmed. “Why didn’t I think of that?” Qibli groaned. “Thanks. You’ve been a great help!” And with that he flew forward quickly, back to Winter and Moon. 
“Well?” Moon asked. “Any luck?”
“Why don’t we just build the school inside of a mountain, like the dragonets of destiny did?” Qibli suggested immediately.
“Oh, why do you have to come up with good ideas?” Winter groaned. 
“It wasn’t mine, actually,” Qibli admitted. “It was a SilkWing named Hawkmoth’s.”
“What if there aren’t any mountains, though?” Moon asked. “Then what?”
“I guess we’ll have to wait and see,” Qibli said.
⋇⋇⋇
Moon had happened to be wrong. 
Once everyone got to the continent, each of the queens flew around it to try and find their new kingdom. Qibli honestly thought that maybe the SeaWings would have a kingdom on land, because the continent was so big and the beach they landed on was about the size of the old summer palace, according to Anemone. Queen Coral had agreed and nearly claimed the beach for her own kingdom, but Moon had convinced her to have a look around first.
There were huge grassy hills and rocky mountains all around the continent. Most were snow-capped. Which meant that their idea would work, of course—but Qibli had yet another idea, one that was new, which didn’t happen very often.
“I told you it was here, Winter,” Qibli said, gently elbowing the IceWing’s cold blue scales. 
“Whatever,” Winter grunted, elbowing him back in a not-so-playful manner.
“So you think we should build the school here?” Moon asked. “Qibli, to build a structure on here we would need an—”
“There’s no building involved!” Qibli interrupted quickly, purposefully trying to avoid the topic of animus dragons. “Or at least no . . . that kind of building. Trust me. We can do something like the LeafSilk kingdom did. They had schools in big trees, but that would take hundreds of years of leafspeak or . . . you know. So maybe we could just build staircases from tree to tree, and have little platforms, and we could get some help from RainWings.”
Kinkajou, who had surprisingly not spoken, finally did. “My friend Kiwi helped build the RainWing village when she was a dragonet,” she explained. “She could probably help us, and also find other RainWings who can help.”
“Kinkajou, are you sure you know the difference between being friends with a dragon and knowing a dragon?” Winter asked.
“Yes,” Kinkajou answered, her color-changing scales getting small bursts of orange. Her scales don’t turn that color normally, Qibli observed. Only when someone’s mean to Moon. If I were a RainWing, my scales would turn that color, too, when somebody hurt her. He glanced at Moon for a brief moment and smiled.
“Ow!”
Qibli turned to look behind him. “Turtle, how long have you been here?”
“I’m a member of the Jade Winglet, aren’t I?” he asked sarcastically as he held up his talon. “How are you guys not getting stabbed by rose thorns?”
“We . . . didn’t land in the field of roses?” Qibli guessed.
Turtle snorted. “I should’ve seen that coming,” he said as he laughed a little. 
“Actually,” Moon said, “it’s good that Turtle stepped on a rose thorn.”
“Uh, how?” Turtle asked as he tried to pull the thorn out of his talon.
Moon smiled. “Now I know what to name the school.”
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