Second Arc Rewrite/Moon Rising

=== “The war is over, Sora,” Clay protested. ===
“This had nothing to do with the war,” she said.
"But what about everyone else?” Kinkajou asked. “Didn’t you care if the rest of us died?”
Sora couldn’t meet her eyes. “I didn't know Umber would be there. I thought only Icicle would.” She gave Tamarin an anguished look. “One of the dragons that died was my brother. I failed him. I killed my brother."
Clay stared at her, unable to speak.
“And then everyone was looking at me,” Sora whispered. “Everyone was thinking about me and how awful I am and how much they hate me. They could see right through me, I know they could.”
“No, Sora,” Moon said, “they weren’t, truly. Dragons think mostly about themselves. Everyone is so worried about what other dragons think of them, they hardly stop to decide what they think of everyone else. Believe me, no one is thinking about you as much as you think they are.” She’d finally realized how reassuring that was. All her self-doubt and nerves and feeling like an outsider — once she paid attention to what she could hear around her, it turned out those were the things that made her the most normal. It turned out that was how everyone felt. “And certainly no one is thinking about you as much as you are thinking about you.”
“Except maybe Icicle,” Kinkajou said abruptly. “Who is coming to kill you right now.” Moon jumped; she’d almost forgotten about that. “We need to get you to Sunny and Tsunami so you can confess and they can keep you safe.”
“We can’t,” Turtle said. “I’m sorry, but if we do that, Sora will end up dead. Either Icicle will find a way to kill her, or Queen Thorn will demand payment for Qibli.
"She won't," said Ostrich. Everyone turned to stare at the little dragonet, who was trembling from all the deaths and had unshed tears glistening in her eyes. "Queen Thorn loved Qibli. She's going to mourn like everyone else."
Turtle's right, Darkstalker said. Handing her over leads to very few paths where Sora is alive two months from now. But otherwise you’re letting a killer go free.
You hinted at this once, didn’t you? Moon thought, remembering. Send a friend to her death, or help a killer escape. You meant Sora. Send a friend to her death, or help a killer escape. 
"Sora," Clay said, gently placing his talons on hers. "I'll get you back to Reed and Pheasant."
And then Moon heard Icicle’s thoughts, coming closer and closer. She opened her mouth to say something.
Moon only formed one word before a spear came hurling at Sora.
And impaled her right through her heart.
=== Chapter 2 ===
Sora's dead, Sora's dead, her thoughts sung. Moon was internally screaming, but on the outside, she was completely frozen in shock. This was the first intentional dragon death she had seen. 
When she finally had the strength to look, Moon saw the blood and quickly averted her eyes from Sora's body.
"She's dead," Clay whispered. 
"There!" Turtle yelled. He pointed to Icicle, who had made a hole in one of the leaf windows and was about to jump out. In a second, Icicle was on the ground, collapsed like Sora's dead body. 
"I smacked her in the head with my tail," Turtle admitted. "Guess IceWing heads are more fragile."
"You take that back," Winter snapped, but he looked a mix of grateful and angry.
I didn't see his tail hit Sora, Moon thought.
Category:Mature Content
Category:Work in Progress
Category:Alternate Universes
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