The Take-Over

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==Characters==
===Protagonists===
- Snowstorm
- Bramble
===Supporting characters===
- Maple
- Bracken
- Holly
- Birch
- Swallowtail
- Indigo
- Honey
- Beetle
- Ivory
- Sear
===Antagonists===
- Queen Hive
- Queen Lacewing
- Queen Ivy
- Pyrrhian dragons
===Groups===
- The Peacemakers
- The Perilous Slaughterers
==Prologue==
She gazed out of the window into the blizzard with howling winds and the freezing, dark plains.
It’ll be easy to sneak out and meet him, she thought, now that it’s already dusk.
I can’t go on like this. I need to stay with him for once and for all.
But it’ll mean leaving my family and friends with my Tribe-mates marking me dead on the ranking walls. I would never get to see them again. And imagine how depressed they’ll be if they thought their eldest and smartest princess disappeared into thin air.
But I’ll get to be with him.
And that was all that mattered to her.
It’s time.
She slipped on a black cloak and a leather black pouch with silver chains that was stuffed lots of scrolls, pencils and blank scrolls, and a couple of skyfire rocks, and snuck out of the palace and into the freezing winds. The winds blew at her, nearly blowing her away, as if demanding her to go back at once, but she trudged on, scared and worried, but determined, toward her new future, her new life.
After a long, long time that seemed like days passing by, she finally reached the Great Ice Cliff. She launched herself into the air and flew over the Great Ice Cliff.
Now, onto the next step.
The storm was calmer on the outer skirts of the SandWing kingdom. She decided to wait.
She can’t go out onto the Sand Kingdom, that was for sure. And their meeting time was at midnight, and it was already dusk.
Just three more hours. Then I could be with him forever and have dragonets that could grow up and stop the war.
She stalked toward a shaded place and took a nap. About three hours later, she woke up and found silver stars glittering in the midnight sky above. She pulled the cloak tighter around her and stalked onto the hot sand.
“Pssst, over here!” a voice whispered-shouted.
She stalked off toward the voice.
“Sear!” she whispered-cheered and collapsed into his open arms.
“Ivory!”
“I’m so glad to see you,” she purred, relaxing in his lap.
“Me too,” he replied. “But we must go. It is not safe to be in the Sand Kingdom with night patrols.”
“Then let’s go to the Jade Mountains,” she suggested. “We could hide there for the rest of our lives.”
He nodded and got up. She followed him. The storm had passed, leaving the cool night air. Ivory glided silently beside Sear, the warmth from his scales, unusually, comforting her.
When the sun was just on the sky, she arrived at Jade Mountain.
Her new life had begun.
==Chapter 1==
“Ivory!” a dragon gasped.
Ivory started and jumped a little. That voice sounded familiar, but it wasn’t Sear’s. His voice was warm, while this dragon’s voice sounded cold and startled.
“Freeze!” Ivory hissed as she looked at the dragon.
“It’s Queen Freeze now,” her sister said mockingly.
“What are you doing here?” Ivory growled.
“I’m just leading an army to the Kingdom of the Sea,” she answered. “And we bumped into you.”
“Sear!” the SandWing army’s general hissed and glared at Sear.
Sear had come out of the cave after hiding their dragonet, Snowstorm.
“What are you doing here, Cactus?” he spat.
“We’re going to fight the SeaWings and SkyWings with the IceWings and their queen,” Cactus replied coldly.
“Now, now, now,” Freeze said calmly, shooting him a look. “Tell me where is your dragonet.”
Ivory opened her mouth to speak, but Sear replied before she could say anything.
“No, we will not.”
“Oh really?” Cactus sneered. “What if I kill you?”
Sear did not flinch and held his glare.
Before she knew what was going on, Cactus had stabbed his tail barb straight at Sear’s heart. Sear shrieked and collapsed on the ground. He writhed on the ground. Then, he shuddered one last time, the tremor ending with a twitch of his tail, and lay still, the light dimming in his eyes.
And he’s gone.
Ivory stood still, frozen in shock.
“How about you?” Freeze snarled, turning to her. “Are you willing to die or give the location for your dear dragonet and let you live?”
“No, I will not give my dragonet’s location,” she replied firmly.
“Oh yeah?” Freeze sneered and plunged her narwhal horn on her tail straight into Ivory’s underbelly.
“Let’s go,” Freeze ordered the two armies and took off into the sky. The others followed.
After the armies were gone, she saw her daughter, Snowstorm, come out from her hiding place.
“I’m sorry, daughter. I must ... go.” She slipped off her pouch and put it on her daughter. “Anyone who wears this pouch ... will be an animus. Use ... this power ... for good.” She was panting now, gulping for breath. “Remember ... me, Snow ... s-s-storm.” Then, the light in her eyes faded.
And she’s gone.
== Chapter 2 ==
And he’s gone.
And she’s gone.
They’re both gone.
What am I going to do?
The worst thing to do right now is to panic, she reminded herself.
But how to not panic when both of my parents have gone?
She touched her mother’s pouch — no, her pouch. It was hers now.
My parents are gone and I’m by myself now. Where could I go?
I’ve read of a continent far away, right? I could go there.
She looked down at her pouch.
Or teleport there.
I enchant myself to be teleported to the distant kingdoms right now, she thought and closed her eyes. In an instant, she was teleported to the distant kingdoms.
She opened her eyes and found herself standing on a great rock before a jungle.
“Boo!” a dragon yelled.
“Ack! Who’s there? What is this place?” Snowstorm yelped, started.
The dragon laughed. “Hi, I’m a LeafWing. Nice to meet you.”
“It’s nice ... to meet you too,” she replied.
The LeafWing stopped laughing. “Wait, you’re from the distant kingdoms, right? YOU’RE FROM THE DISTANT KINGDOMS! IN THE THREE MOONS I NEVER THOUGHT I’LL MEET A REAL DRAGON FROM THE DISTANT KINGDOMS!”
“And you’re a LeafWing!” Snowstorm yelped. “Do you know any HiveWings or SilkWings or other LeafWings?”
Holly started laughing again. “Of course I do! We’re all friends! Just follow me.”
She started to fly away. Snowstorm followed.
“I’m Snowstorm,” she said. “Uh, where are we going?”
“You’re coming to meet my Tribe-mates and my Queen — my mother — first. I’m Princess Holly,” she answered.
So she’s a princess! Snowstorm thought.
Snowstorm, for some reason, was good at dodging obstacles. After a few minutes, they arrived at the LeafWing village.
A dragon raced out from a den and greeted Holly.
“You’re back!”
He was moss-green all over with hardly any other colors in his body. His eyes and the leaf-shape on his tail was pale green.
“He’s Prince Bramble, my brother,” Holly said. “Everybody, come meet a dragon from the distant kingdoms! This is Princess Snowstorm, a ...”
“A SandWing-IceWing hybrid,” she finished.
“Tell us your history,” Bramble said.
“My mother was an IceWing and my father was a SandWing. Pyrrhia, the continent I live on, is at war. It was forbidden to be in love with a dragon from the other Tribes. My mother and father wanted to be together, so they ran away. Just earlier today, the Sand Kingdom’s army and Ice Kingdom’s army found my mother and father. They hid me and went out. The two armies killed them and I teleported myself here. And I met Princess Holly.”
She glanced toward Holly and Bramble. Their eyes were as big as the moons and there mouths were all open.
“Wow,” Holly squeaked out a word. “I’ll take care of the crowd. You bring her to the Queen.”
Bramble nodded and beckoned her to go with him. She followed him into a grand palace made of water-proof reeds woven tightly together, enchanted to never collapse.
She walked beside him. He slowed down and dropped in beside her, their scales almost touching. He gave her a sympathetic look.
“It might be scary to meet the queen,” he comforted her. “But you won’t need to worry. Our queen is kind and caring and just and fair. She definitely won’t be mad at seeing a strange dragon here.”
Snowstorm nodded.
After a few more moments, they arrived at the queen’s throne room.
“Mother, it’s Bramble. May I come in?” he called.
“Yes, you made,” a voice called out confidently. Probably the queen.
Bramble ducked under the willow branches that made the screen and beckoned her to follow.
When she looked up, she was astounded. The Queen was beautiful. Her mint-green scales was embedded with patches of red everywhere. Her leaf-shaped wings were moss-green at the edges, but gradually faded into bright red. She looked just like an ivy.
“Son, I see you’ve brought a visitor. Can you please introduce her?” the Queen asked kindly, shooting her a warm glance.
“She’s a SandWing-IceWing hybrid and is from the distant kingdoms,” Bramble explained. “Her continent was at war and both her parents died just earlier today. And she said she teleported herself here, so I guess she’s an animus.”
The Queen nodded. “So … what are you called? I’m Queen Ivy, by the way. It’s nice to meet you.”
“I’m Princess Snowstorm, and it’s nice to meet you too,” Snowstorm replied, dipping her head.
“Can I bring her to the other two Queens now?” Bramble asked.
“Yes, of course,” Queen Ivy replied. “Have fun, Snowstorm.”
“Follow me,” Bramble whispered and led her out of the palace. They flew out of the jungle, or the Poison Jungle, as Bramble said. They came to a hive.
“We’re going to Wasp Hive,” Bramble said and led her to the biggest hive.
“It’s Prince Bramble of the LeafWings,” Bramble told the guards guarding Wasp Hive. The guards let them pass. They walked and walked and walked, and finally came to a golden door with guards. Bramble repeated what he had said a few minutes ago, and the guards allowed them to pass again.
She followed Bramble into the Hive Queen’s throne room.
“It’s nice to meet you, Queen Hive,” Bramble announced, dipping his head. Snowstorm dipped her head as well.
“Hello, Bramble,” the queen said. She sat perfectly on her golden throne. Her scales were the exact color of Wasp Hive. Her wings were transparent and honey-colored, and the train of spikes along her neck, body, and tail were obsidian black. “Can I ask, who is this hybrid from the distant kingdoms?”
“She’s Snowstorm,” Bramble said and repeated what she had said to the crowd of LeafWings.
“Okay, I see,” the Queen finally said, nodding her head. “Good for you, finding a dragon as kind as him.” She pointed toward Bramble with her long, thin tail.
“Thanks,” Bramble murmured. “I’m bringing her to see all the Queens.”
“Oh okay, then don’t waste more time. It’s almost sunset,” Queen Hive said. “Snowstorm, if you have time, come here and meet my Tribe!”
“I will,” she said, feeling less scared.
“One more queen to go,” Bramble said after they went out of Wasp Hive.
They went to a silk net with royal purple silk spun into a palace. Bramble led her straight to the Silk Queen.
He dipped his head. “Nice to meet you, Queen Purple.”
Queen Purple was royal purple all over, her scales almost invisible with the palace color. Her sky blue eyes shone brightly as she looked at Snowstorm.
“She’s a pretty little dragonet,” she said. "Introduce her."
“She’s Snowstorm,” Bramble said and repeated what she had said to the crowd of LeafWings.
"Wow, interesting history," Queen Purple said thoughtfully. "You'd better leave now, or else you won't find your way home. Also, come play with my Tribe when you have time!"
"Okay," Snowstorm murmured and backed out of the palace with Bramble. They flew straight into the LeafWing camp without a second thought.
When they got there, the sun was already sinking below the horizon.
"My mother said you can live in the palace with us," Holly greeted her once she landed in the camp. "And what do you think of the other Queens?"
"Um ... they're great. At least they don't fight often," she replied.
Holly grinned and led her to her bedroom in the palace. "Bramble, you can do whatever you want now."
Bramble nodded and went into the forest.
"What ... what do you eat?" Snowstorm asked nervously. "Where do you read?"
Holly grinned again. "We go hunting. And there's libraries."
She led Snowstorm to a pale green room with tiny sunflowers embedded in the reeds. “This is your room. Bramble’s is over there,” she pointed to the room beside hers, “and my room is beside the Queen’s.” She pointed to a room at the far end of the hallway.
Snowstorm nodded. “Can I visit your library?”
“Of course!” Holly answered and grinned again.
The two bounded down the hall past Bramble’s room and went to the third floor. There was a huge library. The scrolls made out of dry leaves with ink scribbled on top.
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