Sorry I take a long time between chapters. Should I just make a bunch and in a year or so I post like a hundred chapters? I'm kidding! But really, should I? :) Thanks for the support, everyone!
"Where ah yee?" Queen Geranium asked herself, pacing around in her palace. Her palace was full of plants and was a tree house. A purple vine brushed her head. "Leave me alone, yee NightWing!"
"Er, that was Violet," Starflight murmured in reply. (Queen Geranium named all of her plants.) "And by the way, Swash is in the red pond, not the green pond."
"Why no in ol Greeny?" Queen Geranium asked.
"Er, you put her there?" replied Starflight, who felt unsure of himself.
"AHA!" yelped a voice.
"That's her battle cry," another voice informed.
Clay and Sunny, thought Starflight. Glory must be camouflaged, and Tsunami might be hiding in "Greeny," "Red," "Squiddy" or "Violet Junior".
Those were the names of each pond.
"AHH!" Queen Geranium yelled. She turned pale, like a ghost. Glory tickled her neck and scratched her back.
"Glory?" asked Starflight.
"Don't blow her cover," whispered Tsunami. It tried to come out like a whisper, but Tsunami barked as always.
"Aye," Geranium murmured. "Take them away."
"Starflight," a voice called out. "Come with me! I'm your tribe! I won't let anyone hurt you or capture you, unlike some dragonets. Wait, I see it! A... tasty looking scavenger! Let us feast after getting rid of this pesky little flower lover."
"Take er away!" yelled Geranium. Black ink covered Geranium's neck. She fainted, despite her being the "poison ivy type" that you need to be if you're queen. It makes you immune to poison. Well, at least you don't get hurt.
Gentle humming was heard. It was a magical, mystical tune. It soon became a song, then a chant.
"Ylf semalf. Tsaeb kcatta. Neeuq evas. Lleps tes," the voice chanted. It was still gentle. The chant repeated, each time getting louder. More dragons joined each time the chant was heard. Soon the room was full. Filled with FlowerWings and a few RainWings. Fierce FlowerWings and RainWings. Queen Geranium's guards and loyal followers.
"Run!" yelped Mixie.
"Yip yap! Attuy! Ah-too-ee!" a voice yelled.
"Attuy!" yelled a million other voices.
"Ahhh!" the chanters yelled in pain.
Glory appeared. She looked like she was concentrating. She tried to camouflage herself. Her scales were stuck as a bright pinkish reddish color. The color of blush.
"Waa! Attuy! Yippy yappy yip yap!"
A few FlowerWings fainted. All of the RainWings, except Glory, fainted as well. The room was overrun by scavengers with sharp weapons. And a tiny one was the leader. A tiny one called Scail.
"You... came to save... us?" Sunny whispered to Scail, breathlessly.
"Attuy yippity yip yap!" replied Scail. "Which is scavenger for 'of course, friends!' But I can't talk much. My powers are dying, as well as my friends'. So I won't talk unless it's an emergency. I can write, though!"
"Scavengers can write?" Sunny exclaimed.
Scail nodded and pointed to his mouth. He made the "shhhh" sign.
"W... w... where is G... G... Glory?" Starflight asked.
"She... no..." murmured a voice.
"Huh?" Sunny let herself ask.
"NO!" yelled a voice. A voice that belonged to Glory, who had disappeared. That's when the dragons discovered a patch of pink. A heap of pink fainted RainWings- and Glory! "Not Ecstatic! Anyone but her!"