Wings of Fire: The Return of Wasp

Prologue

The yellow dragon paced restlessly in her own cave that she used to imprison flamesilks in, now she was the prisoner. That stupid SilkWing! Her main thoughts would ring in her head, it clung like wet moss. 

Wasp furrowed her brow, gazing down the dark, ghastly chasm. Only two of her sisters remained, the others had starved to death. Wasp was lucky that she barely ate, it gave her a chance at survival.

She continued pacing, her venom melted side of her face aching like always. She grasped it, grumbling to herself.

Wasp sighed heavily, after her limbs started to ache. This isn't how she was supposed to die! She WAS the queen! Stupid ungrateful SilkWings. She thought, imagining them all cheery and smiles in their new kingdom they shared with the LeafWings. They weren't even slaves! How could the LeafWings say no to enslaving them? They were all useless! 

Wasp had to admit, she kind of enjoyed not being queen, she didn't want to fly miles inspecting other Hives, dealing with misbehaving SilkWings — sometimes HiveWings. She was tired of injecting HiveWing eggs with the Breath of Evil toxin. But why did Jewel have to be queen!? She thought mutinously.

She sat down, listening to the quiet chatter of Cicada and Yellowjacket. She rubbed her eyes, she wanted to escape this hell-hole badly. She most of all wanted to grab those heroic dragonets and shove them in this cave to starve.

The smell of decay clung to her nose, these lazy HiveWing soldiers didn't even bother to take away her dead siblings corpses out of her prison. 

There were still some tasteless tapestries in the cave, looking bright and ridiculous.

A cold scraping noise echoed in the dark, gaudy cave. Her siblings seemed to notice and lifted their heads in confusion.

Wasp wore the same puzzled expression as hushed mutters from her siblings seemed to whisper across the deadly silent cave. 

"What is that wretched sound!?" Cried Yellowjacket, covering her ears in alarm and annoyance.

"The sound of death," whispered Cicada silently, shaking her head in dismay. "This must be it."

"BAH!" Wasp growled. "IT ISN'T THE SOUND OF DEATH YOU BRAINLESS GRUB! IT IS JUST A SOUND YOU WHINY DRAGONET!" Wasp's boisterous roar echoed across the damp cave walls and hit her siblings' ears roughly, causing them to grumble and scowl as the ear-bleeding scraping continued to echo. Yet, a curious part of her tugged in her gut. Should she investigate the sound? It sounded reasonable for the bored Ex-HiveWing Queen to do.

Wasp grunted heavily and wearily padded towards the noise, feeling rather hopeful than puzzled as her anger subsided as the interest inside of her awoke and roared to life like the Bloodworm Hive fire.

She pushed away pebbles as she trudged miserably towards the ear bleeding sound.  It seemed to be coming from an opening covered by a series of roots where she guessed her beloved flamesilks escaped through. She started yanking away at the brittle roots which gave way easily, revealing a dark figure standing before her menacingly. 

"Who are you?" Wasp demanded, pulling away the flat stone from the wall to get a better view of the dragon. 

This dragon was a SilkWing, old and scarred with sharpened claws and dark blue scales with yellow stripes that had whitened from age. He wore a malicious grin, his crooked smile missing teeth as his long, barbed antenna unfurled. He had pointy deep blue spikes with yellow torn wings.

"The dragon you are looking for." He answered simply, curling his darker blue tail around his claws. "I am Tiger Swallowtail, but you can call me Tiger for short."

"I'm Wasp, Ex-Queen Wasp." Wasp answered, shaking the SilkWings talon feeling a buzzing hope inside of her. She still felt confused on why a Silkwing would help her, but she knew this was the dragon she was looking for.

"I'll help you get rid of some specific dragonets," Tiger grinned, narrowing his bright yellow eyes as his pupils went to slits. 

"And get back your throne."