"As for you," Morrowseer said to Starflight. "I assume you used your NightWing powers to figure out that I wasn't going to harm the SeaWing. Perhaps you even had a vision of my visit today. No doubt you already know that I'm going to take you into the next cavern for a private conversation." They started to walk, but stopped when everyone heard a voice.

"Hello, my name is Amethyst. I'm going to read the future and past to you." No one could see where the voice was coming from.

"Who are you and how did you find us?" Kestrel demanded.

"I'll tell you after I read you about fifteen books. No, wait, scrolls. I mean scrolls."

"What's a book?" Sunny asked.

"Are you here to help us escape? That would be helpful." Tsunami said, everyone ignoring Sunny. Kestrel and Dune glared at her.

"No, but I will eventually read about your escape." Amethyst told her.

"I suppose you could be useful. You can continue on with whatever lies your about to tell us." Morrowseer said.

"Cool." Amethyst said then started to read.

Winglets#1: prisoners.

Note: contains spoilers for Wings of fire book five: the Brightest Night.

"What's that?" Clay asked.

"Oh, it's something we'll read later." Amethyst said then went back to the book.

This is Pyrrhia, where there are seven dragon tribes.

There were seven queens.

Then came a great war, a prophecy, a volcano…and after the War of SandWing Succession was over, a shift in the balance of power.

Morrowseer hoped that meant his plan worked and that the NightWings had the power they wished for.

Not everyone approves of the new SandWing queen.

In fact, the only topic more controversial is the new queen of the NightWings.

Morrowseer wondered if they meant Princess Greatness, he had to admit, she would make a terrible queen.

Can they hold on to their thrones?

Should they?

In the dungeon of the SandWing stronghold, two prisoners await… what? A trial? Imminent execution?

They're not exactly sure.

They are NightWings, but they cannot go back to their tribe. They are in exile; they are too dangerous to be allowed to return. And yet: too complicated to be killed. (They hope.)

"What did they do?" Sunny asked.

"Probably something bad." Tsunami said in the slightly condescending tone that most dragons used when talking to Sunny. She hated it sometimes.

So they wait, and scheme (well, one of them schemes. The other one is catching up on sleeping and eating). And they wonder what will happen to them.

All they want is access to the most dangerous weapon of all: a chance to tell their own story.

They are prisoners.

But perhaps that is about to change.

"So, is this a story about their escape, then?" Glory asked.

"Kind of, but not really." Amethyst said. "Ok, now this part is a letter from Fierceteeth, one of the NightWing prisoner. The rest of this is just a bunch of letters between her and a guard."

For the guard with the scar over her heart:

I've been watching you. You're not like other guards-the bowing, scraping, mindlessly loyal lizards who live for your queen. You have your own thoughts, don't you? You're smarter than the average SandWing. And I think I know your secret.

Let's talk about it.

Third cell down, the one with two NightWings in it. I'm the one who doesn't snore.

"Now this is from the guard." Amethyst said.

I have no interest in discussing anything with a NightWing prisoner. Whose idea was it to let you have paper and ink?

"How did she get paper?" Tsunami mused.

"Well, she probably either had it with her prior to getting captured, or somehow convinced a guard to give it to her." Starflight said, causing Tsunami to glare at him, for using his know-it-all voice.

"Now, back to Fierceteeth." Amethyst said.

You should be interested. You're going to need allies for what you're planning… and when I get out of here, I'm going to be a very useful ally indeed.

"Is she going to assassinate whatever SandWing sister we chose to be queen?" Clay asked.

"Probably." Dune said.

"Back to the guard." Amethyst said.

Amusing assumptions. My Queen believes you're going to be in here for a long, long time.

"Fierceteeth's note." Amethyst said.

True…but she also believes she's going to be queen for a long, long time… doesn't she. An interesting silence after my last note. Perhaps it would reassure you to know I set your notes on fire as soon as I've read them.

"Smart." Starflight said.

You can tell me anything my new, venomous-tailed friend. Believe me, NightWings are exceptionally skilled at keeping secrets.

"Back to the guard."

We are not friends. I don't know anything about you other than what it says in your prisoner file. Fierceteeth: traitor. Kidnapper. Ringleader of assassination plot.

"Well, Sunny, that's your answer to what she did." Tsunami said.

To be held indefinitely with fellow traitor Strongwings, on behalf of the NightWing queen. Oh yes, certainly a dragon anyone can trust.

She's not my queen. You can't be a traitor to someone who shouldn't be ruling over you in the first place.

Greatness, might not make a great queen, but queen was her rightful place, being the queen's only heir, and Morrowseer was pretty sure Fierceteeth agreed. So, who was the new queen?

Which might be a thought you've had lately yourself, isn't it? I know some things about you, even without a file.

"Was she loyal to one of the sisters we didn't choose?" Tsunami said.

Saguaro: prison guard. Schemer. Connected to great secret plans.

We're not so different, you and I. Particularly when it comes to trustworthiness.

Just think, if my alleged "assassination plot" had worked, the NightWings would have a different queen right now. Perhaps it would even be me.

"Is she royalty?" Starflight asked.

"No." Morrowseer said.

Well, if at first you don't succeed…

I could tell you my story, if you get me more paper to write on.

Or you could stop by one midnight and listen to it instead. But I've noticed you don't like spending to much time in the dungeon. Is it the tip-tap of little scorpion claws scrabbling everywhere? The stench rising from the holes in the floor. The gibbering mad SandWing a few cages down who never shuts up, all night long? (What is her story? Has she really been here since the rule of Queen Oasis?)

Or is it that you can too easily picture yourself behind these bars… and you know how close you are to joining us?

"Ok, back to Saguaro."

All right, NightWing, here's a blank scroll. Go ahead and convince me that you're a dragon who even deserves to live, let alone one I should waste my time on. I do enjoy being amused.

A/N: So, the place I started this story at is page 40 of the first book, if you want to know exactly what was going on before the story started.

So, I'm going to first do the winglet books, at least the ones that are out by the time I finish writing about the 4th one, then I'll do the Darkstalker book, then the actual series.

Sorry, I couldn't find any stories like this, so I wrote my own.

I'm also sorry to the people following me for DC stuff, I'm taking a bit of a break from those stories, but once I get back into Dc comics stuff, I'll continue those stories.

Also if you've read my DC stuff, you know who Amethyst is.

Please review, I'll probably update quicker if I get reviews. They're motivation.

Oh, I also have a tumblr blog for wings of fire (2vdwcrva, or wingsoffirestuff) if you want to check that out.