Author's Note: Hello it's me again. I'm sorry but this isn't my next offical story, this is just an idea I wanted to do first. This story is shorter then my previous ones but I say it's worth it. Just to let you know this story has a connection to my one-shot "Brotherly Talk". Read it if you like. But now I have no idea what went on in Puckworld so I'm just making things up and I hope you all like it. Enjoy.

Chapter 1: Separation

A loud siren sounded throughout the area, as Wildwing's eyes slowly started to open. The world around him all blurry at first, but slowly started to clear up. It was then a yawn escaped his beak, fatigue presenting itself. Both eyes looked around, seeing other ducks like himself all struggling to wake up. All of them were tired; they weren't given the gracefulness of a full night's sleep. The most anyone here got were at least four hours of rest; the unlucky ones got nearly two.

The white mallard sighed; this was life as a slave on Puckworld, him and his little brother were condemned to this life. Speaking of brother Wildwing looked down and saw at his baby brother, still asleep while using his leg as a pillow. Ever since coming to this…camp, or whatever it's called, the two brothers never spent a second away from each other. They rested together, ate together and worked together, not even a foot apart.

It has been two months since their home got invaded, two months since their regular lives turned into hell, two months since…they both became slaves. With their freedom stripped they and all other ducks that have been caught have been forced to work, help increase the numbers of their invaders. Many didn't want to do it and refused, they were the lucky ones. They were all killed for their refusal, free from this nightmare.

Wildwing was knocked from his thoughts as his baby brother started to stir, thanks to the siren. "Ugh…bro…what's going on?" He asked, groggy.

The elder brother sighed, wishing Nosedive could have gotten so more sleep. The teen really needed it. "It's…time for work again."

"Already?" the kid whined. "But it felt like we just lay down!"

"I know Dive…I know." Wildwing then had to force himself up to his feet, despite the fact that his whole body was screaming at him to rest more. "Come on Dive, if we're not there then you know what means."

Nosedive shuddered at that, whoever was late for the work they were doing, no matter for what reason, got beaten bad. Some were lucky and got only bruises, but some weren't lucky as they got it to the point where they were bloody. A slight number don't survive them, the ones that do live are scared with the knowledge of what disobedience got them.

The teen shook his head and got up to his feet, walking behind his brother. As he moved the kid looked around the camp they were in. The place was large, with a huge energy fence enclosing them in. There were drones all around outside the fence making sure that none of them tried to escape. There were also a few huts inside so they can sleep; they weren't much improvement over the way everyone slept. All it did was just providing a roof over whoever slept in them; they still had to sleep on the ground like the rest. There weren't enough huts for them so most had to sleep outside, it was first come first serve.

Many other ducks started to wake and move as they also heard the siren. All of them ranged from pre-teens to middle aged mallards, all weren't looking as well as the two brothers were. Some were underweight while some were just bones. It wasn't like they weren't fed; they were just given very little, not enough to full their stomachs. They all were mattered with dirt, which accumulated from their time there.

The teen then took a look at Wildwing, he once had a pristine white color to him but now it all was tattered with dirt. The muscle he once had was slowly disappearing as his body tried to burn anything for energy. Nosedive could tell his brother was underweight because he'd witnessed his brother's stomach shrink every day.

Nosedive didn't know that Wildwing was looking at him as well. The eldest looked on, his brother once had a nice tan look, but it was caked over with mud and some traces of blood. Both hands were calloused, but showed its marks of work. He was underweight also but not as much, mainly because Wildwing usually gave his baby brother most of his food, wanting to make sure that Nosedive put on any kind of weight possible.

All of the ducks present all were gathered together near the entrance to the camp; nearly two dozen drones were gathered all armed to shoot anyone who tried anything suspicious. There were nearly forty ducks gathered together, only for them to be split into small groups of six. Luckily Nosedive and Wildwing managed to stay together as them and the other four they were grouped with were led out of the camp.

There were three jobs that the slaves were given, each one had its merit but yet had their downside. The first one would be working in the fields; all the ducks would be given tool to dig around, looking around for a spot to start mine. Apparently what some were gathering the Saurian's were gathering their resources. They were worked for many hours under the heat of the sun. None of them were allowed to slack off at all or else there would be consequences. They all would have died if it wasn't for the water they were provided. This job left them all tired and sore after the day was up, but unfortunately they might have to do it again tomorrow.

The second job involved a factory that was built near every camp. Its purpose was to assemble more drones, and the ducks that were chosen were forced to work there and create them. They had to use machinery that could cut them up, burn them and leave them bloody. Most were sweating as the heat that radiated from the machinery. All were exhausted even before their shift ended, all wanting more than to just keel over and rest.

The last job was by far the most dangerous of all: the mines. The mines were a death warrant made to happen. Most didn't know what gone on down there because most that went down there didn't come back alive. Those, who were very lucky, who got out alive were left bloody, bruised and unable to move without any flaring pain. This job was considered the ultimate punishment to any who'd get out of hand, and they had a right to fear it.

Luckily the two brothers got to work in the field, which was a small relief to them. They worked for hours non-stop, the lack of rest had already caught up to most of the workers. Nosedive stuck his shovel into the ground but fell to his knees, sweating and breathing profusely, barely able to hold himself up. Almost in an instant Wildwing was by his side, kneeling and rubbing his back, "Come on bro, not that much longer."

"Wing…I don't have anything left," The teen panted, and hands trembling.

"I know bro…just hold on for a while longer," The elder brother then held the younger one back to his feet. He then pulled out the small canteen they were given and gave the teen a huge gulp of the water inside. His was already empty.

Nosedive then wiped his beak dry, but then noticed that the canteen was low on water, "Wing…what about you?

"Don't worry about me, I can go longer without water then you can," He gave a reassuring look.

"But Wing, you can't-"

"You're important right now bro…I can't have you go dying on me." That's all was said, Nosedive didn't say anything else as the two brother returned back to work. It wasn't until half an hour later that the drone guards signaled that their shift was over, which was a huge relief to all of the ducks present. They all were told to drop their tools and move together with their hands up, so none of them could do anything. Once they were all herded together they were all marched back to the camp.

The sun had already started to set once they all got back to camp, but something was off. There were no others ducks here, usually there were at least some milling around after their work shift. All of the mallards were standing where they were told to stand, all of them confused at what was happening. "Wing…something's off," Nosedive spoke, starting to get worried.

"I know…don't let your guard down," Wildwing responded, looking around.

A couple of the Drones started to talk in their own language, so no one could tell what they were saying. It was then two transport vehicles appeared on either side of the small group. This struck some as odd, because they weren't sure what was going on. But then it became clear once the doors opened, reveling an empty space.

Before anyone could react the drones divided the large group and started to lead each to one of the vehicles. The teen saw as one of the drones positioned himself between him and his brother before pushing him back. "Wing!" Nosedive called out as one of the drones herded the young one away from his brother. He darted out but one of the drones caught and held him back. Many shouts of the other mallard could be heard.

"Dive, No!" the eldest brothers shouted out, being herded off away. He launched himself forward but two of the drones caught him and started to push him back. Both brothers could believe what was happening, they were being separated from each other. Both of them didn't care what would happen they tried to fight their way through. Both of their hearts were pounding as fear started to swell up in them, this couldn't happen, they couldn't let this happen!

"Wing, don't let them do this!" Nosedive then reached a hand out, in hopes his brother could grab it.

"Dive!" Wildwing called once again as he tried to move closer to his younger brother, slowly moving closer despite the drones holding him. His own hand was stretched out, trying to reach his brother's hand.

Both brothers used whatever strength they had left to reach each other, their hands were getting closer and closer till they were only inches apart. But then another Drone came up behind Wildwing and bashed him on the back of the skull, the older brother's hand suddenly went limp, as did his body. All Nosedive could do was watch in horror as his brother was carted off away from him.

"No, Wing help!" Then teen cried out as he was now being pushed further away from his brother. The teen then was forced off his feet and carried away, hand still stretched out. The last thing he saw was his brother's limp form being brought onboard the transport vehicle. "WING!" Nosedive shouted one last time before something hit him on the back of the skull, filling his world with darkness.

A/N: Hope you like, now like I said i'm making things up. This idea has been in my head for a while so I just did it. I'll try to have the next chapter up as soon as I can. Thank you.