AfterWars (A Wings of Fire AU)

== Hello! ==
This is my AU, a post-apocalyptic version of the Wings of Fire series. A brief backstory of what happened will be provided, do not edit this unless you have the permission of the author. All characters used in this Fanfiction are owned by the author, any characters that belong to someone else are submitted to be in this Fanfiction. Do not take credit or steal this Fanfiction.
== Warning! ==
This Fanfiction contains spoilers for the Wings of Fire series. 
Mature content will be involved.
Certain tribes have gone extinct, hybrid tribes rule certain parts.
Pyrrhia and Pantala look different. Pantala is a deserted wasteland.
Bumblebee had ADHD (Why not)
Rebellions are involved.
== AU Backstory ==
After nine years of the united tribes, a plague had struck Pantala. Every Pantalan attempted to flee, trying to escape to Pyrrhia. Those who did make it were very few. And even those who did make it carried some of the Plague. Those who had died, such as Blue, Luna, Willow, Sundew and Dusky, were mourned by the survivors, like Cricket and Bumblebee and Tau. Those who had the Plague had been quarantined in a prison. This had not been enough to escape the Plague. Two tribes of Pyrrhia had fallen, such as MudWings and IceWings. Clay was the last known MudWing to survive.
Clay shortly died after the Plague was passed to him, where Peril had become sick and died as well. One year later, the Plague had infected nearly everyone on Pyrrhia, and apparently it had affected the SeaWing’s gills. They struggled to surface, not being able to take in air. Many SeaWings drowned, including Anemone and Auklet. Queen Coral had died of the Plague, and so had many other SeaWings. They realized their gills had horrible infections that had developed from the plague, and worsened by water. So they avoided the water as much as possible, until they began to evolve without gills. 
The SilkWings seemed to be the last survivors of Pantala that hadn’t evolved. During this time, however, they lost their silk-spinning abilities because of it taking away too much energy when they created their woven articles.
LeafWings had lost their Leafspeak, ability to absorb sunlight, and the webbing along their back had shriveled into nothing. Their leaf-shaped wings had become a burden, dragging everywhere they went, becoming limp and useless, unlike the other tribes. They had evolved to have wings that looked like the other tribes, and their colors changed into light beige colors, sometimes having light minty green splotches, because without their sunlight their scales wouldn’t look the same. 
Another year had past, making 11 years of the plague in total. The remaining tribes had been split into 3 different communities. Their was the South tribe, the North Tribe, the East Tribe and the West Tribe. The Ice Kingdom was now abandoned, along with the Mud Kingdom, for the tribe’s fear of being wiped out. A rebellion against the Leaders had formed, wishing them to find Pantala. 
But the end of a long-lasting war calls them to a new hope…
== Chapter One ==
”Come on,” Bumblebee moaned. She jabbed hopelessly at a piece of paper with her pencil. Mosquito would be so mad at her. It wasn’t even Bumblebee’s fault if her pencil’s led was gone, and she didn’t have the time to sharpen it, but she’d get yelled at anyways.
Bumblebee was a reporter. Anything that might be a potential threat, she would jot down on her paper, and send out to Mosquito. 
But Mosquito thought she couldn’t do anything.
Sure, Bumblebee was a bundle of rage sometimes, and sure, she got distracted very often. And maybe she did get angry whenever her roommate, Aphid, would eat HER cashews, but that was justified.
Bumblebee looked around for a knife to sharpen her pencil. All she saw were the sandstone walls of the West Tribe. There were market stalls and hunting stands. Bumblebee caught sight of a “Risk Your Reward” stand, which was surprisingly allowed here. “Risk Your Reward” stands were where dragons would say a number up to ten, lay on a table, and have a dragon stab the table between their limbs the number of times they suggested. If they weren’t scratched (or stabbed, Bumblebee thought with a shudder) they would get from 100 to 1,000 scales, depending on what number they asked for. 
Bumblebee had tried one of those once, about two years ago. She had placed her bets on 5, hoping to get 500 scales from it, and was cut on her elbow. All she remembered was screaming in pain as blood swelled around the table, but it wasn’t as much blood compared to dragon’s getting stabbed on accident. They usually survived the injuries, but it made Bumblebee shudder to think about it.
Long story short, Bumblebee hadn’t gotten her 500 scales.
Focus Bumblebee! 
No time for your dramatic flashbacks.
Bumblebee shook her head out and swooped down to the stand. She grabbed a knife and heard the angry screams of the dragon running the stand.
But this is just minor stealing. 
Dragons would steal all the time, usually just pots of clay and food, nothing too serious. Bumblebee had stolen from random dragons three times, this one being the third.
She tucked her dark blue hood over her head as the dragon running the stand flew after her. Bumblebee dashed away, hissing to herself. She glided along the streets, ducking into a dark alleyway, and began to sharpen her pencil with the knife. When she was done, she tossed it to the city streets and watched as it nearly hit a dragon. Pulling down her hood, Bumblebee walked back out, taking notes on what was happening.
***
Bumblebee had gotten back early, stepping into the sunlight filled room. She left her notes on the table where a dark red HiveWing was sitting. To her right we’re shelves of inks. To her left, there were scrolls and newspapers.
”This is all you saw?” Mosquito, the dark HiveWing, asked Bumblebee. 
Bumblebee shrugged. “I’m trying to keep a low profile. I don’t want to get involved in any fights or boring Queen stuff.”
Mosquito’s wings flared. “Boring Queen stuff?” Mosquito hissed. “Is execution boring to you? What about rebellions or thieves? Is it a bore for wars to be going on?”
“Like I said, I don’t want to get involved in anything.” Bumblebee repeated.
”You’re so ignorant. Are you even aware of the war we’re fighting?” Mosquito snapped. 
Bumblebee froze. She had no idea that her Tribe was involved in war. “Yes, I knew about that,” she lied. 
“Many of us are fighting it,“ said the other HiveWing, flicking her tongue out and in. “My brother and sister are out there now. We have some backup recruits. I’m, unfortunately, not one of them.” She knocked Bumblebee’s notebook off of the table. “But it’s no surprise that you’re not on the list.”
Bumblebee leaned over to grab her notebook and gripped it tightly. 
“You won’t get the scales you want if you do not please me with news from around here. You’re temporarily banned from the office for 3 months. Come back with a good report. next time.”
Bumblebee’s wings buzzed with anger. She needed this job, or else she would lose her way in the tribe. “At least pay me for bringing you something,” she hissed at Mosquito.
Mosquito narrowed her eyes. “If you insist,“ she said, dropping two scales into Bumblebee’s hand. 
Which wasn’t NEARLY enough and VERY RUDE OF MOSQUITO. Bumblebee gripped the scales and left the office.
When she came back outside, she hadn’t realized how late in the day it was. Shaking her wings, Bumblebee walked (not flew, because for some reason each dragon wasn’t allowed to fly at night without a lantern) to the apartments. Once she was there, she surveyed the massive building. It was made of wood and treestuff, which originated from Pantala. Bumblebee was glad she had something to remind her of her home continent, even if it was bad. 
She walked into the building and flew up to the second floor, entered her apartment, and saw a green-yellow HiveWing on a rectangle slab of wood, complete with pillows and blankets, making a mostly comfortable bed.
”Did you screw up at work again?” Aphid mocked Bumblebee. Bumblebee rolled her eyes and went over to her bed. It was right next to a window, so moonlight could flood the room. She took of her hood and set it on a shelf before falling asleep. 
How did I not know about the war going on? And why, and when, did this war start?
And who are we fighting?
“Hey,” said Aphid, “are you IGNORING me Ms. ADHD? Are you ssoooooo tired you can’t handle it?”
”I’m just TIRED OF YOU.” Bumblebee screamed. From next door, she heard her SeaWing neighbor yell, “HEY! I’M SLEEPING!”
Bumblebee rolled her eyes and went to sleep.
I’m pretty sure these types of wars won’t end well.
== Chapter Two ==
As soon as Bumblebee awoke, she felt a rush of adrenaline, as she always did in the mornings. She looked out her window, where the sky was a light teal color, the faint glow of orange beyond the walls of the tribe’s territory. 
Bumblebee glanced at Aphid, who was still asleep, and grabbed her things; a satchel with her notebook, her dark blue hood, and a leather bracelet with a small knife on it. She had forgotten to bring it last time, but she would remember today,
Bumblebee then stepped outside. The crisp, early-morning air calmed her nerves. She beat her wings, once, twice, and took off. From the sky, she could see the entirety of the territory. She perched herself on a wall, stretching her wings. suddenly, she noticed something on the other side. Leaning closer, Bumblebee knew this was worth noting.
There were the bodies of dragons, RainWings and NightWings, laying outside the walls of the territory. Bumblebee knew they weren’t there a few days earlier, and they seemed like they appeared last night. Bumblebee whipped out her book and pencil to take notes, and tried to fight the urge to investigate further.
Calm down Bumblebee.
It’s illegal to go outside without permission. But…I’m a reporter. I’m doing my job
She flipped her hood on and glided down to the scene. She tilted her head at each body, noting how one dragon looked like how a long-known assassin named Deathbringer was described. She also saw that there was a dragon who looked like Coconut, who had visited the Tribe a few days ago. 
She also saw how there were makeshift spears and arrows. She picked one up, trying to ignore the blood stains on it, and realized why these Spears looked like a dumb dragonet made them. 
Clans.
The Clans would travel around, trying to bargain or trade with dragons from around there. She had never guessed that Coconut was part of the Clans, but then again, most RainWings were.
Bumblebee decided that she would keep the notes about recognizing Coconut to herself. If she were to show this to Mosquito, in the three months she would have to wait, the HiveWing would get suspicious how she recognized the body.
Bumblebee tucked away her notes and flew back into the territory.
***
Yet again, Bumblebee felt bored to death for most of the day. She grumpily walked around through the crowded streets. 
She was uninterested in most things. She had just lost her job and didn’t have time for anything, other than figuring out what the heck she was going to do for 3 months. 
Suddenly, she bumped into a SilkWing as she walked through the crowd. The SilkWing dropped a few bags and Bumblebee dropped her notebook. 
”Watch where you’re going, idiot,” Bumblebee snapped. She looked up and saw, without a doubt, a familiar face. The EilkWing was shades of blue, with orange splotches along his sides. “Swordtail?” Bumblebee said, grabbing her notebook. 
The SilkWing, possibly Swordtail, took a moment to recognize her. “Bumble?“ He said. 
Bumblbee smiled. That was his nickname for her. She grabbed onto him and hugged him. “What are you doing here?“ she asked once she let go. 
”Well, it’s a long story.“ He said. Bumblebee lashed her tail playfully. “Go ahead,“ she grinned. “I’ve got all day.” 
*** 
WIP (writers block) 
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