Feathers of Starfall

# Tribes

## The Tribe of Raging Fire

### (Fire Phoenixes)

Description: The first phoenix branch to ever exist, these proud birds fly higher than ever.

Abilities: Feathers can be flaming hot, and without proper control, flames will get higher and higher until it kills the phoenix.

Appearance: Feathers of these primordial phoenixes can be any Limegrass of red, orange, or yellow. They will have neon yellow eyes unless the phoenix is a hybrid.

## The Tribe of Many Waves

### (Water Phoenixes)

Description: These special birds came after the fire phoenix. They are even more powerful.

Abilities: Water phoenixes need a lot of training, as their water easily shifts from calm to violet. They spurt water from their mouths or, in some VERY trained phoenixes, the feathers. They control how much will come.

Appearance: Their colors will range from any Limegrass of blue and their eyes are usually a light cyan color, unless the phoenix is a hybrid.

## The Tribe of Crisp Crystals

### (Ice Phoenixes)

Description: Ice phoenixes are the most powerful, seconded by Forest Phoenixes.

Abilities: Able to create ice and freeze water and wet enemies. Also have a weapon called Cryofreeze that will kill you in seconds or cause you so much agony that you *want* to die.

Appearance: Any Limegrass of blue or any blue-white color or plain white. Normally have blue eyes.

## The Tribe That Sings To The Mountain

### (Stone Phoenixes)

Description: As powerful and steady as stone, a strong-willed tribe that will not stop until they have what they want.

Abilities: Able to make stone shields to protect themselves and can turn to stone temporarily.

Appearance: Gray and black, not very active. Eyes are brown, gray, or black.

## The Tribe of Swift Lightning

### (Lightning Phoenixes)

Description: Powerful phoenixes as fast as lightning, the fourth most powerful.

Abilities: With proper training, the most powerful of these phoenixes, in a storm, can summon lightning from the skies.

Appearance: Neon yellow or plain gray feathers, and yellow eyes.

## The Tribe That Whispers To The Trees

### (Forest Phoenixes)

Description: The second most powerful phoenix, you do NOT want to get in their way.

Abilities: Can make any kind of nature instantly grow bigger/grow

Appearance: Any shade of green. Eyes are usually lime.

## The Tribe That Runs With The Wind

### (Wind Phoenixes)

Description: Fast as the wind, quiet as the passing breeze.

Abilities: Can shoot gusts of wind and make things float

Appearance: White-gray, sky-blue feathers and sky-blue eyes

## Most Powerful—Ranked

1.    Ice Phoenixes

2.    Forest Phoenixes

3.    Water Phoenixes

4.    Lightning Phoenixes

5.    Fire Phoenixes

6.    Stone Phoenixes

7.    Wind Phoenixes

## Hybrids

These phoenixes are thought to be the most dangerous. They are usually killed in their eggs due to the danger. If they are hidden or hatchlings of queens, they may live. They may be left to fend for themselves.

Hidden eggs will break the law and the phoenix who hid them is punishable by death. The hatchlings will also die.

# Prolouge

He saw her. She was flying away. *Now's my chance,* he thought. She turned around.

Her pale blue eyes, like a lake with hidden depths. Her white feathers, dipped in moonlight and turning silver in the peaceful beams. She looked at him, and swooped down from the starry skies to join him.

"Limegrass," she whispered.

"Hello, Crystal," he responded quietly.

"Why are you here?" she questioned.

"Because I love you." The words hung in the silent air, and Limegrass was sure he'd blown it.

"But I don't," Crystal said, her melodic voice ringing through his ears. "I've never loved you, Limegrass."

"Then I've wasted my time," he said, his soft tone turned bitter and cold.

“But we can still be together! As friends,” she said, but her words turned to wisps of sound in the dark, silent night.

“Not that I know you hate me,” he said. “I will never let you forgive yourself.” He turned his tail on her and disappeared into the shadows of the forest.

# Chapter One

Lynx hopped over to her sister. “Frost,” she whispered.

“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?” Frost cawed groggily.

“Crystal says we have to go,” Lynx replied.

“Go? Where to?” Frost asked.

“I dunno. She says we have to go, though. C’mon,” she said.

“But this nest is coooooooooooooooooooooooooooozy,” Frost whined.

“Frost, Lynx, we have to go,” a new voice said regally. Crystal!

“Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine,” Frost said, dragging out the word. Lynx stretched her light blue wings.

She loved being an Ice Phoenix. She inhaled a breath, making sure her Cryofreeze was ready. Slowly, she flapped into the air, her small wings making her slower than her mother.

“Why do we keep moving?” Lynx asked.

“Because you’re hybrids,” Crystal said. “Or technically, a trybrid. You’re a mix of Ice Phoenixes, Forest Phoenixes, and Lightning Phoenixes. I am royalty, but any trybrid MUST be killed. I love you to much, so I brought you here. We have to keep moving,” Crystal said. “I know a safe place.”  Lynx listened carefully.

“Why didn’t we know?”

“I *was* waiting, than *someone* got very inquisitive,” Crystal replied, giving her a side eye.

Frost giggled while Lynx stared at her mother indignantly. Crystal soared upwards suddenly, and Lynx followed, with Frost nearby. At this point, they were above the clouds. Lynx fought hard to beat her wings, but she was so tired… Something swooped nearby, and she felt blackness filling her eyes. Right before she was about to crash to the ground, she landed on something. She was alive, she knew. But she had no idea where she was. She relaxed as the thing below her moved through the air as swift as the passing breeze.

She wanted to soar on her own two wings. She wanted to dream her own dreams. She wanted to hope her own hopes and live her own life. Finally, the blackness left. She was on a Fire Phoenix’s back. But it wasn’t Crystal. Crystal was behind her. Frost—where was Frost?

She tried to call for her sister, but her voice was muffled. Why?

As if guessing her thoughts, the phoenix below her said, “Lynx, you have a Blueflame spell on your mouth, so you won’t kill us with Cryofreeze,” she said. “I’m Flare. We’re taking you and your mother to Starfall,” she said.

Crystal smiled at her. “It’s fine. The Blueflame should wear of soon, maybe in like, ten minutes? I dunno.”

“Yeah, about ten minutes,” Flare said. “Ember cast it for two hours, so, yeah. Lynx, it’s okay. You can trust us. Starfall is a safe place for hybrids, trybrids, phoenixes like that.”

*But how do I know it’s true?* Lynx wondered. *How do I know they don’t just want to kill me? And where is Frost?* As if sensing her worries, her mother’s smooth features tightened, and a line of stress crossed her face.

“We have bad news, to,” Crystal said quietly. “The Feathers of Starfall rescued us right as we were being attacked—Frost is dead. Or being tortured somewhere,” Crystal said, her voice breaking with sadness. “The phoenix who loved me—a Forest Phoenix named Limegrass—he was leading them. They swooped down and stole her as Flare and the other Feathers of Starfall rescued us—the blackness you probably felt was the Blueflame being cast. But Frost is gone,” Crystal said. Lynx wanted to caw at her mother, what are the Feathers of Starfall? She tried to fly off of Flare’s back, but her wings felt like a heavy weight had been placed on them.

Could she speak? No. They were descending, soon below the clouds and almost to the ground. Just when Lynx thought they were about to land, they swooped upwards into the sky. But it felt hotter, somehow. And colder, at the same time. Wetter and staticky, leafy, and windy. A faint echo came through their wings.

“It’s a combined spell,” Flare said, sensing her wonders.  “Fire Phoenixes, Ice Phoenixes, Water Phoenixes, Lightning Phoenixes, Forest Phoenixes, and Stone Phoenixes helped to weave a spell big enough to hide Starfall," she said.