When tyrannical kings have ruled for years,
The dragonets will come.
When the land is soaked with tortured tears,
The dragonets will come.
Find the smallest SeaWing egg of pure sapphire,
The ruby red egg of Sky dwells much higher.
For wings of Sand search for the egg of royal blood,
Searching the Delta will give you wings of Mud.
For wings of Ice find the egg that glimmers brightly under moonlight,
And the egg out of place will give you wings of Night.
While the RainWing egg lies unseen,
Hidden in a forest full of green.
Those destined to stop the war,
Must turn things back to the way they were before.
To save those forbidden from freedom,
And turn things back to rightful Queendom.
Lightning flashed dangerously through the dense jungle, a heavy downpour of rain cascading through the trees, shrouding the usually bright landscape with a dreary mood. All signs of life had vanished other than the droopy plants that surrendered under the harsh rainfall. The dirt on the ground had long since morphed into squelching mud, much like the territory of the neighboring kingdom to the distant north. The glorious colors of the flora had turned dark, dropped into the gloom of the never ending precipitation.
Through the clumped trees, the lithe, slender body of a reptile slithered around the trunks; her scales matching the water with a dull shade of rippling grays and blue. In the reptile's talons clutched tightly were two stiff dragon eggs. A RainWing egg and a NightWing egg to be precise. The carrier also happened to be RainWing, struggling to get out of the kingdom unnoticed. Her labored breathing made escape difficult. From the moment she left the comforts of her sadly drenched hammock, the color changing dragon's scales prickled with unease, feeling as if someone was following her.
Maybe I should just turn back, she thought worriedly, making a somewhat ungraceful glide maneuver over a fallen log. I certainly won't be able to return once they figure out I've stolen the egg. Not to mention how mad Malevolent will be if he finds out I've also taken one of Plaguebringer's kin.
Her mind was heavily set on turning back, thinking up a plan that would make her the hero after she claimed she was the one who found a SandWing trying to escape with a RainWing and a NightWing egg. No one would be the wiser and she would be a powerful RainWing in the eyes of her tribemates.
She shook her head forcefully, nearly stumbling her flight. She wasn't part of the RainWings anymore. She was a rebel, a traitor to her tribe. But it was for the better. The others under the mountain would be waiting for their arrival.
"It's ok little ones," she soothed, feeling a small shift within the shell. "I won't give up on you."
"Give up on who?" an inquisitive voice shot from the shadows, coy and heavy with danger. The female RainWing halted midflight, landing somewhat awkwardly with the eggs in her front talons as she whirled around to face her pursuer.
"My dearest Chameleon," a RainWing slunk into view, scales rippling with royal blue shot with gold. "What has you out at this time of night?" He tried not to let anger show as his gaze rested on the eggs. "And with eggs, no less. Let's see, the first one's a RainWing- obviously. But the second, why by the coloring I'd assume NightWing. But that means..." he drawled off with a sharp, mock gasp. "That means you've taken one of Plaguebringer's eggs!" Shaking his head, tsking, he added, "Oh, the NightWings will not be happy about this. After the alliance we just created, it'll be hard to convince the tribes to stay together."
"Who cares about the tribes?" spat Chameleon, fangs bared in preparation to fire. "I no longer have the stupidity to call myself RainWing!"
"You dare call RainWings stupid?" howled the other, his voice raised for which he was named for. His wings flared through the rain, slender neck raised and fangs bared. "We are the strongest tribe! Venom courses through our veins unlike any other dragon! Those mind reading NightWings don't have a chance when compared to real power!" He lowered his voice, wings flattening at his sides. "Now, spare yourself the trouble and please hand over the eggs."
"I'll hand them over to you when grass grows purple, when there are two suns in the sky, and when Malevolent is kind," Chameleon's wings fluttered, still flared with her jaw ready to spit.
"I said please," the other RainWing sighed. "But now it appears I'll have to get violent." Wings snapping open with a whoosh, the royal blue dragon lept forward, talons extended with a furious screech. Chameleon released a cry of equal intensity, wings flapping furiously as an attempt to flee. It was too late, as talons quickly closed around her slender neck, giving a swift twist. With a startled intake of breath, the eggs tumbled out of Chameleon's claws, the said RainWing falling to the rain sodden earth with an ungraceful thud. The royal blue RainWing smirked in triumph, releasing his grip and reaching out for the eggs. A large set of claws clamped over them, the source releasing a throated growl. The RainWing looked up in sudden terror at a MudWing.
"Howler," the MudWing growled louder, amber eyes narrowed.
"Frosch," the RainWing returned the gesture, scales rippling into a furious red and black mix. "If you know what's good for you, you'll give those eggs back to its kingdom. Allegiance or not, you know an egg belongs to its kingdom. One belongs to us, the other to the NightWings."
"I'll have you know, Howler," Frosch began, claws tapping on the surface of the RainWing egg. "I have disbanded from the Mud Kingdom. I no longer live under Sulfur's rule. And your pathetic tribe rules mean nothing to me." His great wings beat several times, his second set of claws coming to meet the eggs and lift them off the muddy ground. With a grunt, the MudWing was hovering and soon flapping away into the darkness before realization caught up with the infuriated RainWing.
"Coward!" he snarled after the MudWing traitor. His furious gaze whirled around on Chameleon. Out of spite, his jaws snapped open to release a flurry of black liquid. Coming in contact with the scales, the liquid hissed as it burned away the dead carcass of the former RainWing. "Your death means nothing but power to us, traitor," he hissed, threatening to let venom fly again. "You have died in vain and even though your MudWing friend had come to save the eggs, by the three moons I swear that they will not hatch." He kicked a hefty amount of wet earth onto the acid eaten body; this outcast had not deserved a proper burial. Releasing another snarl of disgust, Howler jerked his body into the other direction, flapping furiously back towards the kingdom.
He bounded over the stray logs, wings flapping to keep him above ground as the foliage palace came into view. Slipping through the broad leafed ferns, Howler slid inside silently. Upon entering, his gaze landed on the proud, regal figure of the RainWing King- whose scales were splashed with a particularly odd shade of black. None the less, Howler bowed in his presence.
"King Malevolent," he said, bowing his head. "I have disturbing news. Chameleon stole away with one of our eggs." He hesitated before adding, "Along with one of the NightWing eggs."
The large RainWing shifted slightly, slender crown tilted and waiting for the continuation.
"But I was able to track her down," Howler added quickly, not wanting to irritate his ruler. "She never made it out of the forest."
"And the eggs?" drawled Malevolent, his voice monotone but laced with an overbearing odor of malice. Howler flinched, but continued, "Stolen. By a rogue MudWing. I can get them back." He added hopefully- hopeful the King wouldn't burn his hide right here right now. The larger dragon shifted again, as if deciding what sort of punishment to give the scout. "No," he finally said, his voice the same flatness it had been moments ago. "Warn Sulfur of the news. Simply tell him one of his soldiers has gone rogue. As for the missing eggs, I'll announce the RainWing egg being stolen but it makes little difference. And as for the NightWing one, I'll send another scout to tell Plaguebringer of this. That is all." The King gave a swish of his wings, turning so his back faced the other. Howler shrank back with a dip of his head.
"Yes, my King," he said in departure, sliding back through the fern barrier. But I'd still like to know what of the eggs. Why would Frosch disband the Mud Kingdom? It doesn't make sense. But I know if I recover the egg myself, I'll have a better chance of leading the RainWings than even Malevolent.
Unaware from the scale changing dragons of Rain, the burly MudWing was fighting his way through the harsh downpour, though it had let up slightly after his absence from the rain forest. Below him lay his kingdom, the ground muddy and wet just as it always had been and always would. However, this was no longer his home. With a heavy beat of his wings to soar higher, the dull brown dragon drifted further away, clutching the eggs tightly within his grasp.
Jagged mountains came into view, another landmark that assured Frosch that he was headed in the correct direction. With slitted yellow orbs, he glanced from side to side as he flew over the first stretch of mountains. The SkyWings dwelled here and King Twister wouldn't be too thrilled to find a MudWing in his territory. Especially with NightWing and RainWing eggs. Frosch had to keep his guard up, at least until he reached his destination. Head tilted, he spotted the final landmark on the course and curling his wings in, the MudWing gradually descended towards an oddly colored patch of rock near the mountain peak. He swooped around the bend and hovered in front of it, the said odd coloring of rock turning out to be a brownish curtain hung in front of something. Removing the screen with a swish of his tail, Frosch awkwardly hobbled inside the hidden cavern.
"Frosch?" a hoarse, strangled voice coughed from the far end of the cave, an old SandWing head poking from another tunnel. She stepped out into the light of the hanging torches, revealing her once former glory. Her right wing had been shredded badly and almost nonexistent from where you could see the heavy tearing. She walked forward with slight limp though that had been somewhat of a birth defect.
"Yes, it's me, Python," Frosch answered, nudging the eggs towards her. "I've gotten the last two. Chameleon couldn't deliver them in person."
"What happened to Chameleon?" questioned Python, black eyes tired with age as she lifted her head level with the MudWing's.
"She...didn't make it," was his final answer, refusing to go into the gruesome details. The SandWing bowed her head. "Guess it's just me, you, Quill, and Pearl to look after them."
"Tortoise?" Frosch asked in confusion.
"Dead as well," answered Python, shaking her head. "Died of her wounds after she brought the SeaWing egg. Come on then," she murmured, taking the RainWing egg with her left wing and cradling it as she limped back down the deeper tunnel. "We should take it to the others." The MudWing nodded, picking up the NightWing egg with his wing like the SandWing was, trailing after as the darkness swallowed both, no sounds but the clicking of talons against stone.
Snarky's first attempt at a Wings of Fire fanfiction. What do you think? I'd had this idea in my head for a while, thinking how would Pyrrhia be with Kings as the rulers rather than Queens. Queens still exist but it's the Kings who are in charge. And boy are they tyrants XD. This is why you leave leading tribes to the females, sorry guys. Some are worse than others, you've only seen one- Malevolent, and heard of three- Plaguebringer, Sulfur, and Twister. Guess you'll have to read on to find out the others and their role in the upcoming war. Oops, said too much already, remember to read and review! Au Revoir!
-Snarky