Spectro scowled at the ground. It was morning, and the queen would wake up soon. He would have to wait on her to open the door of his room, and every day it was a little later. Spectro paced the length of his room. It was quite nice, with granite floor, a fireplace, a puffy bed, and very light and humid. But there was no window. The door was locked any time when he was here. It was more like a prison cell than a dream room. He ruffled his colorful wings, which unlike the rest of his scales, could be any color he wanted. The rest was a grey that all the other RainWings proclaimed "ugly." He looked at the wooden door, which was two inches thick, and waited for it to unlock with a click.
It clicked, and Spectro got to his feet.
The queen, Queen Dazzling strutted into the room, proud as a peacock. What ever a peacock is, Spectro thought. He had never been outside the palace of a million colors before, and has always wanted to. "Spectro," Dazzling drawled, looking down her nose at the small RainWing. "Come along," she flicked her tail, and walked out of the room. He followed because he had to, and the queen placed a belt of vine and pearls imported from the SeaWings around his neck. Spectro, weighed down by this heavy burden, was chained by another strand of pearls to the queen. He sighed, plodding along with the queen as she strolled down the long hallway. RainWings, dusting the tapestries with bird-of-paradise feathers waved to the queen, their gaze completely passing over Spectro as he struggled with the glistening chains. They reached a rich hall where breakfast was served, and Dazzling sat down in a lapis lazuli chair carved like a waterfall. Spectro sat down on a smaller stone chair next to hers. Emerald, orchid, and golden dragons swept into the hallway, carrying large platters filled with monkey, cooked bird, and beautiful fruits. Spectro took a mango, biting into the sweet yellow flesh. Dazzling beside him filled her plate with richly garnished birds, whole fruit cocktails, and parts of the wild horses that roam the forests. The queen was quite an eater, and had only ruled the land because she was the only daughter her parents had.
Parents... Spectro thought. He was told that his parents wanted to kill him because his scales wouldn't turn different colors, and that Queen Dazzling had benevolently taken him in. He wasn't sure that this was exactly what happened, but like it or not, Spectro is essentially in debt of her. He was her personal pet, having to do any thing she said. Dazzling finished wolfing down her huge breakfast, and got up. Spectro set his half-eaten peach on the table, and had to get up as well. She flicked her tail at him, and he gripped it, climbing onto the queen' back. She lifted off, carrying the small Rainwing with her and flew across the hallway. She jumped out the door, and banked toward the main entrance. Spectro peeked over her shoulder, and saw unusual dragons come in. They were large, much larger than even Queen Dazzling and looked like they could eat him for lunch. He shivered, and was rewarded with a slap from her wings. He looked again, and the Queen dropped to the ground. She walked over to them, and her tail curled around Spectro. He hung, bobbing from the end of her tail, and watched them closely. "What are MudWings doing in my palace?" Dazzling screeched.
They looked at her straight in the eyes. "We come, your majesty, with some news." One growled in a rumbly voice.
"And what is that?" Dazzling hissed, waving a now very dizzy Spectro around with her tail. "War." The second breathed.
Every one stopped.
Everyone was looking at the two Mudwings.
"Is it true?" The crowd muttered and did not move a muscle.
"The SandWing sisters are fighting for the throne, and has gotten all the tribes involved. Burn, Blister, and Blaze plan to rip this land apart for a scuffle for the queen's place." The first one called. "
You mean," Dazzling said quietly,"that Queen Oasis is dead?" The MudWings nodded solemnly and turned to leave. "Will you join us, the Skywings and the Mudwings, under Burn and win this fight with us?" They asked.
Dazzling thought about this. "No." She said at last. "
Be that may." The brown dragons spread their amber wings and flew off.
That meant that the country of Pyrrhia is at war again.