The Throne of Jacaranda

==Chapter 1==
They say you can't fight fire with fire. But I say: You can't fight venom with venom.
Jacaranda became queen of the RainWings on my seventh hatchday. I remember it well; I was in the crowd when she killed her grandmother, Queen Anaconda.
"CLAWS UP, VENOM READY, FIGHT!"
The commentator almost fell off the Arboretum as soon as the fight started. Queen Anaconda launched herself at Jacaranda, claws out, her scales a shade of deep, furious red. She was a very large, intimidating dragon, who could've easily crushed her granddaughter in a fight. But Jacaranda had one advantage: she was lithe and stealthy.
I watched as Anaconda kept trying to slash Jacaranda with her massive talons, only for Jacaranda to dodge and bite the end of her tail instead. My scales were a mix of light purplish-blue and orange; purplish-blue because I was anxious about the fight. Orange because I was annoyed that my sister kept whispering into my ear.
"Look, Mongoose!" she yell-whispered excitedly. "Anaconda's got Jacaranda pinned!"
"Be quiet!" I whispered back. My scales turned completely orange like a tangerine. My sister frowned and looked away.
The fight continued in front of us: Anaconda did, in fact, have Jacaranda pinned, whose scales were completely white in fear. The crowd booed at her, even chanting things such as "Die! Die! Die!" and "Rip her head off!" There was no question that everyone wanted Anaconda to remain their queen. Almost everyone, that is.
Suddenly, there was a loud roar.
I returned my focus to the battle to see that Anaconda had a boil of black ooze on one of her front talons. She wailed in agony as the venom dissolved away her claws. Jacaranda must have scratched her and then shot venom in the wound. Regardless, Anaconda's screams were painful to listen to, no matter who you were. Anaconda tried to spray her own venom on the wound since relatives' venom cancels out the effect, but it had already done too much damage. With a loud thud, Anaconda's limp body fell to the floor of the Arboretum. The queen of the RainWings was dead.
Instantly, the crowd went into outrage. I saw two main scale colors: raging red and the orange-and-purple swirls of confusion. One bold dragon was especially vociferous; I recognized her as Python, sister of Anaconda.
"Jacaranda is soft! She won't be a good leader!" Python proclaimed, her wings shifting to black, the color of hatred.
Another RainWing with proud indigo scales argued back to Python. "Jacaranda won fair and square! She will bestow peace upon her queendom!"
A dragon next to Python smacked the arguing dragon across the face with their powerful tail, causing him to pass out. Several other dragons around gasped and quickly flew away. I watched in horror as light green crept across my scales. I was afraid.
Part of me was impressed by Python's bold opposition. But I also worried that Jacaranda's rule would sent the queendom into chaos; I knew that most RainWings did not want her as their queen. But I did, because Anaconda was not a "peaceful" ruler. Though out of fear of being attacked for my opinion like the indigo dragon, I kept my mouth shut.
"Mongoose, come on! It's time for your party!" my sister hollered at me, hanging upside-down with her tail around a vine.
How can she continue with her day as if noting just happened? I wondered. We just witnessed the DEATH OF OUR QUEEN. Is she insane? But I said nothing and instead followed my sister back to our parents' tree hut for my hatchday party. Perhaps this could help me get my mind off of the very violent death I just saw. Regardless, I couldn't disappoint my family by not showing up.
As my sister and I glided through the trees, I tried focusing on the feeling of the bark under my claws; the way I swung my tail; every movement of my wings. I imagined myself as a member of one of the great SandWing marching bands, making each move with precision.
"You can't be last to your hatchday party!" my sister yelled from about ten yards in front of me. "Ha ha!"
This ignited some sort of fire in me. I was never a very competitive type of dragon, but something about siblings makes you want to outdo them. Spreading my wings wide, I pushed myself off the tree that I had grasped onto and glided swiftly past my sister. "So long, Hibiscus!" I shouted.
"Hey! Wait! I got—" Hibiscus complained as I zoomed far ahead of her. I didn't even hear what she said, because I crashed onto the balcony of our parents' hut.
"What the—" a tall orange dragon with bright orange scales slammed the door open. His expression softened when he saw me. "Oh, it's just Mongoose. Try not to cause an earthquake next time."
I stood up and followed my father inside, my scales turning to the same shade of orange as his to show my annoyance. Hibiscus landed shortly after, of course as gracefully as possible. I scowled at her.
Meanwhile, from the kitchen, there were loud clunking sounds of utensils and strange, sweet smells. I knew that Mother was preparing an elaborate meal for my hatchday. On the other side of the hut, a few of my extended relatives were chatting very loudly around a small table. Hibiscus ran over to them and joined in on the gossip.
"Did you SEE how Python started screaming?!"
"And the dragon who argued back to her! He got knocked out cold!"
"Got what he deserved, honestly."
This was all so overwhelming.
You see, there was a problem. A very big problem. Jacaranda was my cousin.
WIP
==Chapter 2==
Will write later.
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