Storm's POV
Storm felt herself once again leading an escape attempt - one that would succeed this time, she reassured herself. Using Drizzle's firescales to melt the chains (and part of the wall, when Drizzle became too excited), they managed to leave the IceWing kingdom without being spotted, for the most part, that is. Now they were flying over the Mud Kingdom where Glade lived. Much to Glade's delight, Storm allowed them to stop for the night and rest, as they had not been able to sleep well for ages. Sandstorm kept complaining about how the stupid sticky mud was so gross and how sand was so much more comfortable and nice, which made everyone unable to sleep well. They all lay awake, staring up at the stars and trying to guess which cloud had been their mother.
The next morning, the five sisters were leaving the Mud Kingdom when a bunch of MudWings surrounded them.
"Oh no, they're working for Crystal," Storm heard Raindrop whisper. "We're all gonna die!"
"Shut up!" Sandstorm hissed, stabbing her scorpion stinger in the air, dangerously close to Raindrop, who shrieked.
Glade tried to stop them. "We're five of the queens of Pyrrhia, and one of us is YOUR queen!"
But the MudWings paid no attention to her and dragged them into a hut that reeked of dead crocodiles and mud.
Storm forced herself to be optimistic. Maybe this was a failed attempt, but this was just the beginning.
A/N: Sorry that I published this so late. I didn't get to work on it for a while... but don't worry. There's more coming up...
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The CloudWings
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