Welcome to the twentieth chapter of this series, I am now done writing this story in its rough draft. Everything from here on out in this fiction is written in stone, no going back! I am almost done writing my other fic Birth of Wings. And the song I am making for this fiction is almost done, I hit a breakthrough for my main riff, and now I am working on the in-between riffs and the solo. No song for this yet, I have been jamming to Metalica's new album. Pls review this fic, it makes it feel like what I am doing is worth it.

Starflight was shocked at the sight that was before him, it was a wave of MudWings making their way into the arena.

The vote was happening today, and everyone was expected to be here for it. Mudwings in all colors of the earth were here.

Starflight was having a hard time with the headache he was getting right now, with all the minds around him, it sounded like a swarm of bees in his head.

Ever since he made it to the Mud Kingdom, he has been working on it by going to big public areas and trying to get used to all the minds.

Starflight learned that if he focused on one mind, it helped with blocking all the others out for just a bit. He has been doing that bye jumping dragon to dragon. Helping with his headache and trying to get a feel for how the vote was going to go.

What he saw in the dragon's minds was assuring. Almost everybody he looked at wanted the war to end.

Starflight knew that they were in pretty good shape and they shouldn't have to do anything too rash. They did have a plan for if somehow, the vote went sideways.

Flashback

Starflight was sitting at a table, with all the other dragonets there. They were planning what they were going to do after this vote.

"So, we are all in agreement that the Sky Kingdom is next, as long as the vote goes well?" Tsunami asked the group.

Everyone shook their heads, agreeing with her. "That is a pretty easy choice to make in my opinion," Glory answered.

"I agree," Starflight said before continuing, "I was talking with Moorhen, she said that the SkyWings were in the middle of a civil war, but Burn was still getting her troops from them."

Clay sighed, "You would think with Scarlet crippled and on the brink of being de-throned, that the SkyWings would focus on their own kingdom than a war."

"I know Scarlet pretty well, she loves violence more than she loves her own kingdom and it shows!" Peril said angrily.

Sunny thought of something, "So, we know we are going to the Sky Kingdom next as long as the vote goes well, but what is the plan if the vote doesn't work out."

Starflight already had a plan for this, but it would go against their more peaceful approach, "I was thinking of... capturing all the queens and doing a deep dive into their minds to see which one would be the best queen."

Clay shook his head, "It does sound like a good backup plan, but it's going to piss off a lot of dragons if we do that."

Starflight sighed, "I know you are right, but it's the only thing I could think of."

"For right now, we are going to place a lot of hope into this vote," Clay said.

End of Flashback

Starflight looked over at Clay, who was happily talking with his blood sibs, remembering the talk they had right before they made their way to the arena.

What, another Flashback!

Clay was getting ready to leave when his sibs stopped him to talk to him.

"Clay, we have something we would like to ask you?" Reed asked him.

Clay gave him a smile, "You just did, but go ahead," Clay said, waving his claws at him to continue.

Reed looked over to his sibs, "We were hoping to join you on your journey after the vote was over?"

"I would love that! "Clay said looking over to Starflight, "What do you think?"

Starflight shrugged his shoulders, "The more the merrier."

End Flashback

Starflight and the group walk through the doors to the arena. Gawking at the sight before them. All around, there were MudWings of all the colors of the earth. Dragons walking and flying in. The stadium was almost filled up. Young dragonets that were just old enough to hunt for themselves, to elderly dragons that could just barely walk. Everyone was here for this moment, it would be witnessing history.

Starflight walks by a large box drawn into the ground. It made up a big section of the ground in the arena, and the box was split in two, one side said for, and the other said against.

The group sits down in the area that was specifically reserved for them. There were guards on both sides of that section. Not that they needed them.

Just after a few minutes of the group sitting down, Queen Moorhen flies in and lands in the middle of the field. Gathering everybody's attention and silenced the crowd with her presence. Everybody lowered their heads in respect to her.

"Rise, dragons of my tribe, for we are here today for something very important!" Moorhen yelled to the tribe. Everybody raised their head to listen to Moorhen, "Today, we are here to vote for the war,"

Everybody in the crowd already knew this, the news has been spreading for a week now, what she just said confirmed what they already knew.

"Before we start this voting process, I have a few important things I would like to say," Moorhen said, taking a deep breath before continuing, "We have all been touched by this war that we are in," Moorhen said waving one of her wings, pointing out in the general area towards the Sand Kingdom.

"Me and my sibs have lost one sib to this war already, and I know that many of you have lost all of yours, it breaks my heart just thinking about it," Moorhen said, lowering her head in respect for the dead.

Moorhen shot her head back up in anger, "BUT NO MORE, I as a fellow bigwings myself ask you this!" Moorhen yells out to the crowd, "As your queen, I wanted to give you, other bigwings to decide the fate of the tribe and I ask you this, end this madness so no more of our sibs will die!"

A voice broke out from the crowd, shocking Moorhen, "I wouldn't do that if I were you," a SandWing said, flying down from the top of the arena walls, Landing in front of Moorhen.

"Burn..." Moorhen muttered.

"That is Queen Burn to you!" Burn said, blatantly insulting her by turning around and ignoring her.

"Imagine my surprise, when the MudWings disregarded my orders and headed home for some stupid vote!" Burn said yelling at the crowd.

Burn turned back around to face Moorhen, "I'll make this simple," Burn said, putting her face right into Moorhen's, "End this vote now and I will spare you and your tribe!"

As soon as Burn said that, SandWings covered in armor flew above the skies of the MudWings, having the advantage.

Moorhen's eyes shot over to the group of dragonets that were walking over to her.

Moorhen gave a smirk at Burn, confusing her. "End this vote now, or I kill you here where you stand!"

"Go ahead, try it little SandWing BITCH!" Moorhen yelled, knowing she was fine.

Burn roared in anger, lifting one of her arms into the air, getting ready to slash at Moorhen. Her arm was grabbed out of the air by a vine bursting through the ground. "WHaa-," Burn was silenced as more vines burst out of the ground and tied her down to the ground to where she couldn't move.

A wall of fire was summoned all around her to where she couldn't move, and spikes of earth shot up and surrounded her neck, to where if she would try and move it, it would go through her neck and kill her instantly.

Burn didn't move a muscle, a frown on her face. Inside, she was seething with anger.

"Of course, you whelps had to be here!" Burn yelled, hearing about the dragonets with strange power. At first, she liked the dragonets, for getting rid of her stupid sister's SeaWing army. She wanted to thank them at first. But then she heard about a vote that was going on in the MudKingdom. And now... this.

"You stupid dragonets were obviously the ones to cause all of this stupidity!" Burn yelled, still not being able to move.

Moorhen, still with a smirk on her face, "So Burn, you want to repeat what you told me a little bit ago?"

Burn has had enough, "You FUCKING KNOW WHAT, YA I DO!" Burn yelled, punching the spikes that were surrounding her neck, crumbling them to dust.

Peril made the flames close in on Burn. To her shock, burn ignored the flames like she was just getting a hot bath.

Burn flew out of the flames, now looking at the dragonets, "Is this all you have to offer Moorhen, just a bunch of dragonets?" Burn turned to look back at Moorhen, but took a fist to the face instead.

"Nope," Moorhen said, simply. "Peril, if you may?" Moorhen asked her kindly.

A grin formed on Peril's face, "With pleasure!"

Burn stumbled up but started freaking out when she saw the dragon that was running at her. She watched enough of Scarlets arena battles to know who this dragon was, and she knew not to screw around with Peril. She was not informed that she was the SkyWing dragonet in the group. If she would have known that, she would have never shown up.

"Retreat, Peril the SkyWing is here, this battle is lost!" Burn said, flying into the air, flying out of the arena.

Peril was laughing at the dragons that were fleeing in terror.

"Thank you Peril, it is graciously appreciated," Moorhen thanked her.

"No problem your majesty, it was hilarious," Peril said, still laughing.

"Indeed, it was, what I would give to have a painting of her face when she saw you," Moorhen said, also laughing now.

Moorhen cleared her throat before continuing, "Dragons, have your BigWings come down here and place your vote, enough with the distractions!"

All the MudWings cheered, "For the Sibs!" before the biggest dragon in each group flew down to the box, many of them in the "against section". Confirming what Starflight heard in the people's thoughts.

All the dragonets gave a sigh of relief, at the sight of all the dragons in the box for the dragons that were against the war.

"Then that's that!" Moorhen yelled with a smile on her face, "Dragons, go out and celebrate!" Moorhen extended her wings to the sky, "We are no LONGER AT WAR!"