Book one; A pair of soft eyes.

Leaving everything behind

  A flash of olive green rushes through the hallways of a regal castle. The walls are decorated with portraits from the previous queens who ruled. Although there were only four, each one was more regal than the last. The young dragon who ran through the halls was a young female named Gypsy. A maid. Her scales had freckles of brown, as if kissed by the sun. Her fellow maids spoke of her as if she was sent down from the heavens. An angel of sorts. She was dutiful and loyal to the crown. On the surface at least.  Tonight she was not Gypsy the queens maid. Tonight she was Gypsy. A free dragon who was sent by the leader of the rebellion that would soon storm the castle. 

  She quietly entered the queens chamber. Her ears strained to hear the breathing of the sleeping queen. Quiet breaths and occasional snorts greeted her. Gypsy let out a small breath of air and tip toed to the table that held the papers that she was looking for. She flipped through the book searching for a single page. That was all she needed. She already had the layout of the castle and the queens battle strategies. Now all she needed was a single location. The key to ending this war before it even began. She paused on the entry in the book. The writing was clearly written in claw rather than pen. The ink was a dark red color. Blood. The page she was searching for. Quickly before the queen could wake, she copied the location in her own journal.

 She left the room as she had entered it. But she didn't go unseen. As she stepped onto the windowsill, she turned to the footsteps behind her. Soft blue eyes met hers. The prince. His Obsidian scales looked almost silver in the moonlight. Gypsy tried her hardest to keep a straight face. He would not stop her but he would definitely slow her down. She rushed to him and handed him a note. 

 "Wait for me. I promise I won't be long" She promised. It was empty but it was what he needed to hear for now. 

 He looked down at the note and nodded. 

 Gypsy stepped back onto the ledge and flew into the night. She didn't need to fly as fast as she could for she was the fastest flier in the land. One of the last of her kind with wings aside from the royal guard and the queen. 

 Below her in the city are dragons wishing for hope. Mourning the loss of their wings and praying for the rebellion. She couldn't bring their wings back but she could give them a new queen. She looks at her journal and changes her trajectory towards the universes largest prison. Inside would be the key to defeating the queen.