WoF Fanfic

Oof I don’t have a name for this yet

Prologue
Owl growled. He was white. His eyes were a deep, dark blue. His NightWing spikes were black, and so were his wing membranes, except they had white flecks on them. The Night-Ice hybrid always had a scuffle with the SandWing. Snow landed softly on the frozen ground.

“Owl!” the bright yellow green eyed dragon screamed. His dark yellow frill waved a little, and he raised his tail barb threateningly. He had an orange bracelet with golden bees on it, with its edges, too, being golden. It was very shiny, especially tonight- it was the brightest night, when all three moons were full.

“Owl, this doesn’t have to happen..”

“Yes, yes, YES IT DOES SWARM. You must die under my claws.”

“Like so many other dragons?”

He shook himself. “They deserved it! Just like you do!”

“No..”

“Yes. And I’m not sorry. Goodbye, old friend.”

“Please…”

“N-” Swarm stabbed him in the neck with his barb. Owl dropped to the ground, writhing, trying to stay alive. He stabbed his neck again, just for good measure.

“I’m sorry I had to do this.. but goodbye.”

Chapter One
Flytrap looked around. The LeafWing had darkish green mainscales, brown underscales and wing membranes, spikes, and eyes. Figeater had disappeared- probably sick- and that meant she was in charge of the friend group.

“So- uh- hm.” Fig would know what to do! Think like her!

“So… what do you all wanna do?”

“Chat? Like always?” A pure red yellow-eyed SkyWing suggested.

“It’s much too hot to do anything else. These trees are our only shade- this tulip poplar is the best one. Everyone is so jealous of us, yes, taking The Shade Tree all for ourselves, yes, chasing everyone else off, yes, yes, they’re all so jealous!”

“The Shade Tree? Really, Falcon? It has its own name?”

“Yes. EVERYTHING WOULD BE SO MUCH BETTER IF I WERE IN CHARGE.”

“Maybe we could… wait.. June?”

“June? What do you mean?” A black NightWing with dark purple star speckled wing membranes asked. Their dark green eyes sparkled.

“Star-Speckled. FIG! Don’t you see her? There? In the distance?”

“Probably some other Leaf-Hive hybrid.” Falcon snorted.

“I only know one! And that’s the ever-beautiful unmistakable Figeater!”

“Aww, look who likes-”

“Shut up, Falcon.”

Flytrap touched the tree. Hi dragon. it whispered.

Hello shade-tree. How are you? I know other dragons like to claw you.

Yes, yes, ok, I’m ok.

Wonderful. If I can find any.. aha! Violets! For you, tree.

No. For your one and only love.

How do you-!

Trees know all.

She sighed. Trees know all.

Figeater trotted over. “Hello. How has it been going? Sorry for being late.” She had yellow eyes and horns, with dark green mainscales and light green underscales. She had a light green stinger, yellow HiveWing markings, yellow LeafWing spikes without the webbings, and a light green nose horn. She also had these strange yellow lines beside her underscales. Oh yeah, two light green tinted transparent wings. Those were the easiest for Flytrap to forget about.

“Uh- we’re- ok.”

“Bored?”

“BORED.” Falcon said.

“I could roar for you,” Flytrap said. “I’ve been practicing. So I can be queen once I finish school.”

“Princess?” a SeaWing asked. She was light blue with light green underscales and white glow-stripes. Her eyes were sapphire blue.

“No,” she said. “Of course not, Princess Tidal.”

“Then how-?”

“We the LeafWings don’t have a matriarchy. Dragons fight to become leader. No one is killed.”

“That sounds..” Star-Speckled started,

“Like the worst idea ever?” the SeaWing interrupted.

“No. I rather like it, in fact.”