Bk2: Rebellion of the Wings (WoF Fanfic)

Prologue

Feather walked out of the room she'd been staying in to the main ledge outside. She spread her wings a launched into the air. She glided down to the center. Their base was small but secure. The empty heart of a lone mountain had been converted into a secret base. Stalactites hung from the high roof. Ledges wrapped all the way around the outer edge. There were six of these. Six levels. Each level had a different amount of caves, each on in use. Dragon flew through the air and rushed along the ground and ledges, darting in and out of caves. Messengers darted around like mad and dragons with supplies navigated the crowed space. Sandwings, Rainwings, and hybrids filled the base. The occasional rare pure blood dragon from another tribe weaved in between the dragons. Spectrum, her second in command, shouted orders to the necessary dragons. They had two tribes as allies as well as a collection of about a hundred hybrids and dragons from random tribes. Every dragon wore the same wooden medallion around their neck. The group called themselves The Rebellion of the Wings. "Sunburn, Archipelago, any word from Queen Thorn and Queen Glory?" She called to a Skywing and a Seawing messenger. "No word from Queen Thorn." Sunburn, her primary messenger for the Sandwings, said. "Queen Glory wants to know when we will be ready!" Archipelago, her primary messenger for the Rainwings, called. "We are ready, but we don't move for another week." "Yes ma'am." He said heading off. She rolled her eyes at his titling. He never questioned why they still had to wait a week. Everyone trusted her; she hoped she wouldn't screw it up. She was giving herself one more week to find her sister. One week. How was she going to find a dragon she had been looking for for 4 years in a week? She had done exactly as Feather had taught her to do. She had hidden and disappeared. She had disappeared so well Feather couldn't find her. Of course Crimson probably thought she was dead. In fact, the only reason she wasn't dead was Spectrum. The Rainwing Mudwing hybrid had saved her and together they had started the revolution. She ran the group; you could kind of call her the Queen of the Rebellion. One week. One week to find her sister. She could do it; after all, she knew she wasn't dead. Feather knew she would know if Crimson was dead. Her spies would have told her. She would have felt it in her heart. I will find her, she thought. One week.