A/N: Hello guys! This is my very first time writing a fanfiction for Wings of Fire, so if you guys have any suggestions or anything, please let me know by reviewing, or even if you just like what I wrote and want me to continue!

NOTE: MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR 'THE LOST CONTINENT'!

Story takes place around the same time as 'The Lost Continent', maybe a little bit after.

Maple's POV

Maple hissed with frustration the moment she heard wing beats. If she was spotted, they would kill her upon sight, destroying everything she'd been working towards. Hastily she dove under the nearest large shrub, squeezing her wings and tail tight to her body in order to take up the least space. Just in case they landed to check the shrub for that stupid wingless worm they'd been searching for for days, she carefully lifted the tops of one of her various pouches slung around her body and pulled out it's contents.

Even though the Hivewings goal at the moment was finding the wingless Silkwing they'd presumably lost, Maple knew they wouldn't hesitate to kill her and bring her head to that blasted Queen of theirs. Why, you might ask? The answer was simple. Ever since they'd decided to kill every Leafwing they set their eyes upon, uproot every tree, the very very few amount of Leafwings that had survived the war had been forced into hiding. That was about fifty years ago.

Maple's parents had hidden far to the northwest, in the mountains, for multiple years until they'd had her. Yes, that's right. Maple was a Leafwing, presumably the most hated dragon ever to walk Pantala. She was a beautiful shade of dark green, speckled with blotches of brown on top of her wings and down her tail. Ever since she was hatched, her parents had made sure she knew the actual history of Leafwings, and why now there were so few. One thing they'd told her specifically though, was to never go anywhere near the Hives in the center of Pantala.

Like the dragon she was, though, that was exactly where she was going. Just above the horizon stood Tsetse Hive. She'd been sent by the heir to the Leafwing throne, Willow, on a secret mission to attempt to get the SilkWings to rebel. Maple didn't get why Willow wanted to save the SilkWings. Instead of fighting the HiveWings, they'd bowed down to them, turned over their throne and helped tearing down the LeafWings sacred forests. Though Maple knew they'd been ordered to do so, she still hated them for it. Not quite as much as Sundew, though, her friend who'd been sent to steal the Book of Clearsight.

From beyond the bushes, Maple heard a quiet thud as the HiveWings landed. Silently she cursed herself for being careless enough to be spotted. Of course now that daylight was fighting against the night for control Queen Wasp would've sent her patrols back out. Maple counted two HiveWings, although there could easily have been more in the surrounding area.

Slowly as to not make a sound, Maple twisted open the cap of the jar she'd pulled out of her pouch. Inside were four bullet ants which hurt almost worse than razor sharp claws. With careful precision, Maple rolled the now open jar towards the feet of the HiveWings. The dragons paused, frowning at the jar and picking it up.

Just as planned, the riled up ants scurried onto the HiveWings arm, up his scales towards his wings where there was soft flesh to bite. Meanwhile the HiveWings were attempting to shake the other ants off of them, which sent the other two flying onto the second HiveWing. A sudden earsplitting shriek, followed closely by a second, erupted out of the dragon's mouths. Maple could barely see the small ants clinging to their victims wings as they thrashed before collapsing on the ground, writhing with pain.

Darting from her hiding place, Maple bounded towards the dragons and raised her claws to cut their throats so she wouldn't be found by nearby patrols. Her talons sliced neatly through their softer scales, spilling blood out onto the ground as their writhing stopped. Carefully Maple scooped up the ants back into the jar without letting them touch her scales.

This tactic always worked beautifully. Her friend, Sundew, also was quite the fan of Bullet Ants. Quickly scanning the surrounding area for more patrols, Maple hurried back towards the shrub where she could sleep for the day. By midnight, she would be at her destination- Tsetse Hive.

Maple woke up as the last streaks of sunlight slid beneath the horizon of the savannah. Not wanting to waste any time, she scrambled out from her hiding and lifted off into the sky, her wings pumping as hard as she could push them.

It was sooner then she'd expected when she arrived to the outskirts of the Hive. Tilting her wings slightly, Maple swooped down low to avoid being spotted in the sky. She hit the ground running, and soon enough she made out the shapes of the big doors to the Hive. Just as she'd thought, two HiveWings stood at attention, both with spears. Growling softly, Maple realized she wouldn't be able to just break into the Hive from the main gates.

A swift glance upwards confirmed that the SilkWings slept close to the top of the Hive, in a huge intricate maze of webbing. Now her challenge would be getting up there without anyone seeing her, and then without any of the blasted dragons telling her off to the HiveWings. Growling softly at her stupidity of not going around to the other end of the Hive in the first place, Maple slithered closer to the guards.

Taking a deep breath, she spread out her front talons, holding them out towards the guards. Maple concentrated on the roots far below the surface- the only remains of the beautiful trees that used to be so plentiful in Pantala. These roots were ancient, withered, weary and dying. If she could, Maple would've brought their old life back to them, and one day, she swore she would.

The old stories of LeafWings spoke of their specialties with plants. They were accomplished gardeners, and all harbored a deep love for all plant life, particularly trees. For a very select few LeafWings, though, their powers went beyond growing plants. Sure, most could make them grow faster. However a few had a strange power over plants. They could make them twist, move, do their will.
Maple was the only living LeafWing who could do that.

Slowly, she could feel the ancient roots reaching towards the surface. As they got closer, they got excited- excited at the prospect of feeling the warm sun graze over their bark. Even though it was night, remnants of the sun peeked over the horizon.

Maple encouraged the roots to grow, feeding them her will, her pride, her courage. The ground twisted under the HiveWing's and suddenly roots were reaching around their ankles. Before they could so much as scream for help, Maple mimed crushing them and dropping her fist, and the roots tore open the earth below the dragons and pulled them under. With a triumphant smile at how well that had worked (previous attempts hadn't gone quite as well). Her head immediately started aching, though. Clenching her sharp teeth, Maple willed the pain away. When it didn't ease up, she reached into another of her various pouches and pulled out a small violet flower that faded into a deep midnight blue along the edges. Crushing the delicate flower, Maple took a deep breath in as an incredibly faint wisp of violet retreated from the crushed flower. Immediately her head ache faded.

She loved this type of flower, and always kept multiple on her to ease the head aches that came from her gift. They grew deep within Poison Jungle, in the only area where light breached the canopy. Maple had learned early on how to navigate the dangerous jungle in the North East of Pantala. One wrong step could get you sprayed with poison or eaten by any number of carnivorous plants. She shivered at the memory of the first time in the jungle- Maple still had a scar from the poison that had sprayed her under the left wing.

Shaking her head to get rid of the daydream, Maple twisted her head to look up at the webs. So far, no one had noticed her. The continuation on that, however, depended one whether or not the SilkWings turned her in or not.

Surely they would. She would've if she were them. A dragon which is presumably extinct randomly showing up, asking them to rebel? Stars, she'd turn them in within a single heartbeat. If they did, she was good as dead. Taking a deep breath, Maple launched herself into the air.

It took a single minute for her to reach the bottom part of the webs. Inside, hundreds of SilkWing families slept. Maple knew, however, that many more would still be with their masters, the blasted HiveWings.

Hovering in the air, Maple attempted to figure out the best way to land. So much as landing the wrong way would make the silk vibrate wildly. If she could land gently, it could be disguised as wind which already made the webs sway gently.

Very carefully, Maple swooped towards an opening. Gently, she set her talons on the webs, sending a gentle tremor through the entire structure. The nearest SilkWings shifted in their sleep, however they didn't wake. Yet.

Placing each step as carefully as she could, Maple walked along the strangely sturdy silk floor. The web was designed like an indoor web playground, meaning that the little dragonets would have to learn to climb to get anywhere. Maple found it strange that they were born wingless. How frustrating it would be to have to walk everywhere.

Every corner she turned, every new level she climbed up to, held at least seven little round 'rooms' where the SilkWing families slept peacefully. She willed the silk to stop vibrating as she stiffly climbed to the middle level where she was told the elder SilkWings slept.

Willow had told Maple that in every Hive, there was one 'leader' SilkWing. Though the HiveWings didn't know about their makeshift leader, every SilkWing would probably listen to the elder. If Maple was going to start a small revolution within Tsetse Hive, she would need that SilkWing in particular in order to have even a glimmer of success.

On this level, there was only one of the rooms. Inside was an elderly SilkWing with copper scales overlapped by bright blues and violets. She looked stunningly beautiful, like the entire tribe.

Closing her eyes tight, taking a deep breath, Maple padded into the room. For a few minutes she sat there, watching the peacefully sleeping dragon who's life was about to be turned upside down either way. If they accepted her idea, many would lose their lives to the dangerous HiveWings. If they turned her in, the fact that she was a LeafWing alone, their sworn enemy, would send them to a frenzy knowing the 'dangerous' LeafWings still lived.

Sighing, Maple realized there was only one way to successfully get her message across. She rifled through her bags until she found one marked with a G. Within this bag was an incredibly strong vine, one that even Mable had an extremely infuriating time breaking through. She liked using for the same purpose as a gag- to keep someone silent.

First though, she pulled out another flower from a different bag. This one was particularly useful in an odd way. If it's petals so much as touched a dragon's scales, they would fall unconscious until the flower was removed. Very very carefully Maple reached for the small stem she used to hold the flower.

Slowly she crept forwards, and just as she was about to place the flower on the dragon, the SilkWing's eyes fluttered open, growing unbelievably wide at the sight of the LeafWing. Cursing, Maple lurched forward, sending a dangerous tremor through the Web, but managed to place the flower on the elder before she could scream for help.

Holding her breath for several good minutes, Maple waited for more tremors along the Web signaling SilkWings running for help, or a panicked call shredding the silence of the night. Neither came.

Swiftly she tied the vine incredibly tight around the SilkWings nose, so that she would not be able to so much as growl. When she made sure it was secure, she pulled the flower off the dragon.

Immediately she lurched upwards, but before she could flare her wings or literally do anything to disrupt anyone, Maple pounced on the SilkWing, pinning her wings to her side.

"Stop. Moving." Maple growled quietly. "If you so much as try to run, or literally move a single muscle, I will kill you and an unbelievable amount of SilkWings in this Web," Maple added, sliding off the dragon onto the silk floor. The dragon gave a shaky nod.

"Right. Good. Look, much as I'd love to throttle you and leave this cursed place, I'm on a particular mission that I won't fail. Even if it means a few dead dragons. Got it?" Another nod.

"I'm here…. To start a rebellion".

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