The Silken Seer

Chapter 8

I have to get out of here, my friends are in danger!

I don't think they are. Yet.

Clearwing found herself floating in darkness. Small holes poked through here and there, like stars. She blinked, confused.

Hello, dragonet. How very refreshing, having a SilkWing that doesn't bow and scrape and actually holds some power in her talons.

"What are you talking about?" Clearwing said aloud, whipping around. But there was no one there. Only her, and the voice in the darkness.

Surely you know that you're not like the others. That you see things they will never be able to understand. But I do.

"Am I in my metamorphosis?" Clearwing asked. She looked at her wingbuds — they had unfurled into a beautiful shade of blue-purple that was almost black, and shimmered with iridescence as she moved, but they weren't wings yet. More like crumpled-up flowers. "Who are you?"

I am an ancient secret. That is all you need to know for now. Do you know how long you've been asleep?

Clearwing shook her head. "A few days at least."

Hmm. New information has just come to light, I believe it may be of interest to you.

Something appeared in the darkness; a new shape, a dragon, and it was moving toward her. The LeafWing stopped a good few wing-lengths away, his large green wings folded neatly against his sides. He smiled politely.

"Who are you?" Clearwing crinkled up her nose.

"The dragon's name is Hawthorn," said the voice through the LeafWing's mouth. Clearwing let out a yelp, startled. "I'm afraid this is as much of an appearance as I can make."

"That is seriously creepy," Clearwing replied. "I think I liked it better when you were a disembodied voice."

"The outer bark is not the point," the voice said through Hawthorn. "The information I can give to you is. I believe you've heard of Clearsight?"

"Yes, of course. Everyone's heard of Clearsight. She's the one who created the HiveWings and wrote the Book of Clearsight and protected Pantala with her visions."

"What would you say if I told you that you could one day be just as powerful as her, if not more?"

Clearwing nearly laughed, except this was still a little bit too creepy to be funny.

"What do you mean? She's the goddess of Pantala and grandmother to an entire tribe. She has Distant Kingdoms magic. I'm just a SilkWing dragonet from Bloodworm Hive with weird scales." And who may or may not be in love with a tribeless dragon.

"You are a SilkWing dragonet who's survived Lady Bloodworm's cruelty, has amazing powers that you've easily managed to keep secret, and you are friends with a dragon from one of the most powerful tribes ever known," the voice corrected.

"Coal?" Clearwing yelped. "I mean, he can be a bit scary at times, and he can breathe fire, but..." She trailed off. Was this creepy LeafWing-possessing voice right?

"He is a GreyWing. How did you not know that?"

"I know almost nothing about his tribe, except for the fact that they can breath fire and are different from the rest of the Pantalans. And that he's my best friend." Maybe more than that.

The voice chuckled, as if this was funny. "Then he isn't any normal GreyWing, or some would argue that he isn't a true GreyWing at all."

"What do you mean? And how do you know so much about.. GreyWings?" The word felt strange in her mouth, as though referring to Coal in any way than as her best friend didn't fit in with the rest of the universe.

"The entire GreyWing tribe is under your talons, and they are a hostile, deadly race of warriors and Warenders. As for how I know of them, I know everything that happens on my continent."

"Your continent?" Clearwing hissed. "How is it your continent if you don't even have a physical form? And don't you think all of the dragons living here already would know if you ruled over them?"

"Hee, hee," the voice chortled. "You're more naïve than I thought, young dragonet. I do have a physical form. Just not a dragon-shaped one." The LeafWing shivered violently, vines suddenly erupting from his mouth. Clearwing screamed properly this time, batting away at the air with desperate talons. Red and green wrapped around the tree dragon, and leaves and flowers popped up around the stem. Inside each tiny white flower was a black seed, glaring out at her like menacing little eyes.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL TREE MOON FROG WAS THAT," Clearwing said. "THAT WAS REALLY CREEPY! HOW DO I KNOW YOU AREN'T GOING TO TURN ME INTO A PLANT?!"

Because you're not useful as a plant, the voice replied, as though this was a perfectly logical explanation.

"Really!? And you never thought that not being a plant yourself would be good!?"

I've almost always been a plant, not much I can do to change that, the voice responded. More light was peeking through the black veil. But for now, you are waking up from your trance. I'll be leaving now. The vines slowly melted away into the darkness as cracks appeared in the sky. Light poured in — warm and comforting and really what she needed right now.

"Wow," said a voice, which Clearwing took a moment to recognize as Coal. "Your wings are beautiful."

She swiveled her head around to look at them.

Iridescent blue-purple-black gleamed cheerfully back at her, like opals or obsidian but bathed in rainbows and starlight.

"I did it," she said, "I had my metamorphosis and the world didn't end. This feels so weird."

She looked around.

"Wait a minute."

They weren't in the savanna anymore. They weren't even outside.

She and Coal were in a jail cell.

A/N: First chapter of Part Two!! Sorry for the hiatus, but apparently I'm obsessed with Gravity Falls now. 

- Gala 

P.S. ALEX, TRIANGLES DON'T HAVE ONLY TWO SIDES! WHERE IS OUR SEASON THREE?!