Letting Go

Aghhhhhhhh I hate the name but it's the only thing that could come to mind. And yes, I am starting another fanfiction I probably won't finish!
== Letting Go ==
Letting Go is a fanfiction with a sucky name made by Expired Hotdogs or WeaveTheOrb. Please do not edit this page without permission unless spelling and/or grammar mistakes are present. Do not copy or steal this page either. Thank you, and read on!
=== Characters- ===
* Orbweaver - POV
* Hoverfly - Minor
* Fire Ant - Minor
* Crusader - Minor
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=== Summary ===
I can't write a summary rn. Srry 
== Prolouge ==
= Part 1 - Street Rat =
=== Chapter 1 - Meatballs ===
The market was huge.
Well, not as huge as it used to be. Or so the HiveWings said. It seemed as if the entire hive was there, with baskets of scales and goods. Venders ran to their stalls, getting ready to sell. HiveWings and SilkWings alike pondered jewel necklaces and awed at a giant ruby that looked very fake. Dragons shuffled in and out of stalls and tents, trying to find produce, meat, and whatever else caught their eye. Sellers shouted about their products, waiting for someone to buy their useless products. Well, mostly useless. It was a busy place that seemed as if was about to burst. But it was the perfect place to at least try and get some food.
Or, that's what Orbweaver thought. He didn't have very many scales, and the scales he did have were from generous SilkWings and a few HiveWings here and there. So unfortunately, he couldn't spend all his money on honeydrops or anything like that. His eyes caught dazzling necklaces and large, heavy earrings with lapis and citrine jewels, and what seemed like sapphire and emerald bracelets. Half of him wanted to get them, but after he looked at the amount of scales he had, he knew he couldn't afford it.
Quickly stepping into the main square, his eyes squinted at the bright sunbeams that poured into Mantis Hive. It wasn't as packed with dragons, mostly because the dragons were all shoving their way to stalls, but it was still crowded. His black eyes scanned his surroundings, looking for something he favored most. Large, ripe oranges were being sold, as well as juicy pears and reddish-orange persimmons. The smell of the fruits filled his amber snout, and he sighed. A slight zebra meat stench came from his right, and lots of HiveWings crowded around the meat stands to buy, offering as much as a hundred scales for a small section of zebra thigh. Vibrant scarfs were being sold to SilkWings behind him, and they came in beautiful colors like carmine, aqua, and jade. And in front of him, was what he really wanted.
Antelope Meatballs.
Since he was young, he had loved antelope meatballs, despite most SilkWings being vegetarian. The best one's came from a shop called Hoverfly's Meat-and-Eat, which was a rather large shop with a dining area. Orbweaver had seen it once, and as he got near it, the wonderful smell of antelope meatballs filled his nose. Orbweaver soon figured out that every week, Hoverfly would go to the market and sell some of his famous 'Amazing Antelope Meatballs'. Orbweaver didn't exactly know what was in them, but they were good. So, for the past 5 weeks, Orbweaver had bought antelope meatballs from him. Orbweaver walked over to the stand and waited behind a tall, scarlet HiveWing, who was also buying. Hoverfly was having a small chat with them as they pulled out their scales. They said goodbye, and Orbweaver stepped up.
Hoverfly was a broad shouldered HiveWing with a long tail and large wings. His scales were a honey orange, with dark orange stripes and spots scattered randomly across his scales. His wings were black tinted, and his eyes were yellow and piercing, as if they could see right into you. He had a few wicked scars and burn marks on his forearms, and he had long fangs. Hoverfly groaned when he saw Orbweaver.
"Well well well, I should have known you would come to my stand." Hoverfly grumbled. Orbweaver made a small smile, but it didn't crack Hoverfly's frown. "What'll it be?".
"The usual." Orbweaver replied, gazing at the antelope meatballs. Hoverfly turned around and began carefully grabbing meatballs and putting them on a plate, being careful not to squish them. He then grabbed a cloth and covered the meatballs with it, to keep them hot. He turned and put them in front of Orbweaver.
"5 scales." Hoverfly said. Orbweaver scowled. 5 scales was all he had. But the meatballs would be worth it. He reluctantly gave Hoverfly his 5 scales and took the meatballs. Orbweaver mumbled a thanks and headed over to a seating area nearby. Sitting down, he sighed. Now, he would have to continue his hopeless job of begging for scales and possibly getting a job for a day. He never liked to do it, but if you didn't have scales, you didn't have a chance of surviving. Literally. Eating a meatball, he sighed. The meat and the small bits of spinach inside made a perfect combination. Deciding to bring the meatballs back to his temporary home, he stood and began making his way out of the marketplace, trying not to drop any meatballs.
But getting out was much harder than getting in. 
He hadn't realized that the lunch-rush had started, and now the marketplace seemed as if it had all the dragons of Mantis and Bloodworm. And he knew the Hive Officers would be patrolling the marketplace around this time of day. He and the Hive Officers didn't have a friendly history. The Hive Officers always thought that if he was wandering around a certain stand, he was about to steal something. But that was 100% not true. Orbweaver never stole, but the officers sure think he did. So Orbweaver tried his best to stay away from them. 
Dragons pushed and shoved him, tripped him with their tails, and slapping him with their wings. Orbweaver sighed. Looking down, he realized he had dropped a few meatballs, and slowly walked forward, He tried to stand on his hind legs to hold the plate with both of his arms, but his legs became wobbly. Plus, he didn't want to attract unwanted attention. So, he stayed down, ducking his head when any ticked HiveWings were around. And there were a lot of ticked HiveWings. 
He was suddenly grabbed by his neck, not hard enough to hurt or choke him, but hard enough to keep him from moving. Rising up from the ground, the plate of meatballs slipped from his claws and fell to the ground, and most of the meatballs bounced onto the floor, rolling away. He bit his lower lip as he watched SilkWings and HiveWings step on the meatballs, rising a little higher up. The grip around his neck got even stronger. Panicked, Orbweaver flailed his arms and legs trying to break the fierce grip on his neck. Though it was no use, and as he turned his head to see who was grabbing him, he realized by their beady, black eyes. Fire Ant. Definitely. 
"What are you doing here, SilkWing?" Fire Ant growled. Orbweaver saw the other Hive Officers crowd around, looking at him with cold stares or snickering. Orbweaver avoided their eyes and instead looked down at his meatballs. Or, what was his meatballs. The plate had broken, and the meatballs had either been stepped on or had rolled onto the floor. He frowned. There goes my lunch... 
"Feelin' a little silent today?" sneered Crusader, one of the Hive Officers. He made a small grin, his disgusting, yellow-tinted teeth showing. Orbweaver wanted to grab the broken plate shards and throw them at him. 
"None of your business-" Orbweaver started, covering his mouth before he could finish his sentence with 'zebra dung'. Fire Ant's grip tightened. Orbweaver turned to face him, and then regretted it. Fire Ant's face was as red as the sun in the evening sky. The other Hive Officers had stopped snickering and were silent, their faces either showing rage or surprise. "I- I mean- I- uh-" Orbweaver tried to say he didn't mean it, but Fire Ant looking furious made him silent. His grip continued to tighten until Orbweaver couldn't even think anymore. 
"I know what you said, you idiot. I. HEARD. EVERY. WORD." Fire Ant spat. "And, you- I don't even know what to do with you. At this point, I'd be happy to give you to Queen Wasp herself." . Orbweaver began to tremble. Last time, Orbweaver's right forearm was broken, which was the most painful thing he had ever experienced. He still couldn't walk on it properly! "Maybe..." Fire Ant started, going on about all the ways he could punish Orbweaver. During the time he had, heused his tail to try and grab a plate shard, meanwhile trying not to cut himself with it. Once he grabbed one, he brought his tail up to where his talons were, and placed it in his claws. Now holding the shard, he weakly lifted his talons and- 
"AAAGH!" Fire Ant roared. He dropped Orbweaver and clutched his forearm. Orbweaver had cut Fire Ant's scales with the plate shard, and unfortunately for Orbweaver, the cut was deep. Hive Officers roared in disbelief, or ran to Fire Ant to try to tend the wound. Orbweaver managed to slip through the crowd of Officers. A few spotted him and ran after him, so his first priority was loosing them. 
Naturally, dragons thought he had either stolen something, or was going to crash into them, so running was a bit easier. HiveWings and SilkWings both jumped out of the way, clearly confused, and even more confused when the Hive Officers rushed after him. He ran out of the marketplace and began running towards the homes and shops around the marketplace. Now, a decent amount of HiveWing Officers were following him, but Orbweaver decided not to count so he didn't run into a wall. He skidded into a skinny alleyway that he could barely fit into. He had to walk here, but at least the Hive Officers couldn't fit. They were way bigger than Orbweaver. Now all I need to do is get back to my hide out and- 
Two, skinny HiveWings stalked into the alleyway, and Orbweaver realized that one of them was Crusader. He began to panic. It was nearly pitch black, he could barely move, flying wasn't an option, and the only way out was up. A thought popped into Orbweaver's mind, and gripping his claws onto a small bit that stuck out from the wall, he began climbing up. 
About halfway up, he heard the HiveWings directly below him. Their wings had begun buzzing, and Orbweaver knew if he didn't get himself up there, he might as well just throw himself out of the hive and- 
Orbweaver, stop. It's surely not going to end that badly... Though if I don't make it, I'm pretty much a goner. Orbweaver tried to battle the thoughts on what might happen if he was caught. The buzzing of HiveWing wings got even closer. Orbweaver climbed a bit higher and scrambled up onto the roof of the building. He stood there, panting for a moment. Did I lose them? He turned around, just to check. 
"Forgot about us, SilkWing?" Crusader said tauntingly. He lunged at Orbweaver, who dodged at the last minute. Orbweaver scrambled away from them, jumping over the skinny gaps between buildings. He saw out of the corner of his eye the rest of the HiveWing Officers, but no Fire Ant. Well, at least Fire Ant isn't here yet. If he was here, I'd be in- 
Orbweaver bumped into something hard. Not hard enough to be a wall, but hard enough to be... maybe scales? Looking to the right, he saw red scales, the color of fresh blood. Ok, so.. maybe I bumped into a red SilkWing.. totally not Fire Ant. He backed up, about to say sorry to the 'red SilkWing' he had bumped into, But when he looked up, he suddenly froze in place. He had bumped straight into Fire Ant, who was grinning wickedly. He opened his mouth. 
"Going somewhere, little SilkWing?". 
=== Chapter 2 ===
Orbweaver was in a prison cell.
Specifically the worst prison cell possible. Made for the worst of the worst. And Orbweaver was in it.
Everything about the cell was bad. The air was cold and stuffy, with plenty of mosquitoes annoyingly buzzing around. The wals and floor were made of stones, which provided both no comfort and no sunlight. The only light he got was from a small gap in the roof of the building. And that was a good 2 dragon-lengths away. The chains that had been put on him were thick and short. So Orbweaver had to sit with his hands up in the air and his legs sprawled out in painful directions. He couldn't move his arms to swat a bug, he couldn't try to escape, he couldn't do anything.
Which was great. Just great. 
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