-FalseStar-

Chapter #1

I am sorry for the spelling errors that may occur. There are more chapters to come. Hope you enjoy!

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FalseStar tried to stay hidden in the shadowed corner of the closet. She new the SkyWings were coming, she could sense there thoughts. There was no doubt that they knew her secrets, but how, was the real question.

There was no door to this closet, and FalseStar couldn't camouflage like the RainWings and she couldn't blend into the shadows like the other NightWings. FlaseStar's scales were and ugly gray/brown with black/brown back spines, not good for camouflaging into shadows. It's sort of necessary to have camouflage when you live in a RainWing and NightWing Orphanage in the Rainforest Kingdom. Especially if your the only Animus there. FalseStar didn't know where her Animus heritage came from. And she wasn't keen on finding out. All she knew was that she was related to a NightWing and a SandWing, due to her SandWing tail barb.

Now, as she was wedged in the dark corner of the hallway closet, all she was doing was trying to stay alive.

Do they know? How could they have found out about my powers? Who else knows? FalseStar thought, trying to keep her breaths as quiet as possible. She could hear talon steps echoing off the walls of the cavernous hallways, and the slithering of tails. Don't make a sound, she thought to her self. Don't make a sound.

FalseStar suddenly felt something slithering up her back. A chill went down her spine, and she instinctively flinched. Her tail knocked the side of something and it made a faint sound. FalseStar stifled a scream, when she heard the thoughts of the two SkyWing soldiers.

'What's that?' One of them thought.

They had heard her.

By the three moons, out of all the dragons in this Orphanage why'd it have to be me! I shouldn't have rage quit math and ran into the hallway, Passion was just trying to help, I should have listened to her. And now I'm going to die alone instead of dying with my best friend. The four year old dragonet wasn't reddy to die, she did not want to be captured and she did not want to be executed by an insane queen.

FalseStar could see the large shadows of the SkyWings now. Don't notice me. Don't notice me. Please please universe don't let them notice me. She kept repeating in her head. Why can't there be a door!

The SkyWing approached the closet, pointing her spear at the entrance. For a second FalseStar thought she wouldn't notice her. Then all hope was lost when the large red SkyWing locked eyes with FalseStar.

FalseStar panicked. She was scared of her Animus magic, and didn't want to waist her sanity. The only other think she could think to do was to read the solder's mind, and know what she was going to do. FalseStar didn't like to intrude other dragons minds. But it her only option for survival.

'Poor little dragonet.' Thought the SkyWing, 'she's going to die a horrible death at the hands of Queen Lanner.'

FalseStar hesitated, taking a breath. So they do know. . .

Queen Lanner was the murderous SkyWing Queen who was trying to extinguish magic entirely, by wiping out all of the Animus dragons. she thought Animus magic was unnatural to dragons and any other beasts. She was a horrible Queen. (In FalseStar's opinion).

The SkyWing lunged. Puncturing FalseStar. Pain shot through her right shoulder.

FalseStar lunged as well. She lifted her tail, and jabbed the barb right in the center of the SkyWing's head. Sadly, the SkyWing had armor on. So FalseStar wasn't sure if she had stabbed through to her head. Also, the spear had punctured FalseStar. She was now bleeding from a wound in her right shoulder, near her neck.

The SkyWing roared in agony. So it worked. But FalseStar couldn't just wait and watch the SkyWing scream.

FalseStar managed to quickly maneuver her way around the roaring SkyWing. Just when she thought she was free, something large and purple had hold of her.

Three moons, she cursed. FalseStar had forgotten about the other SkyWing. Why me? She thought for the hundredth time.

The SkyWing's grip was strong. But not at strong as her spectacular tail barb.

FalseStar jabbed her barb in the SkyWing's gut. He let go of her and doubled over, obviously in pain. He didn't scream like the other SkyWing, but just crumpled to the ground.

FalseStar fled down the corridor. And when she reached a turn she halted, and remembered. Passion! Her best, and only, friend was probably still in the tutoring room. I have to go back for her!

"Get back here, little NightWing!" The SkyWing shrieked. She had recovered from the poison.

"If I were a NightWing, I'd have stars on my wings," FalseStar called back. Flashing her dark brown/black starless wings.

"You fully resemble a NightWing, otherwise," The SkyWing was approaching quickly.

FalseStar knew she should flee, but she could fit in one more retort, "you forgot about the tail!" She said. Then bolted for the exit. The Orphanage was underground, with only one exit.

FalseStar ran as fast as she could, right shoulder throbbing. She turned a corner and tripped over something. She soon realized it was a the dead body of a NightWing, it was one of her teachers—StarSeeker, the history teacher. She had a gaping wound in her chest.

Tears filled FalseStar's eyes. Professor StarSeeker was like a mother to her. Throughout her life StarSeeker was the only other one besides Passion who didn't mock her for not having stars on her wings. StarSeeker was the only one who She new truly ever cared for her she. She was the only one who new about FalseStar's powers. Now, looking down at her deep grayish/blue scales. . . FalseStar held in a sob. She knew the SkyWing was still after her. So she kept running.

The exit was just a few turns away she was almost there.

FalseStar could see the exit now, she was almost there.

"Halt!" Commanded a gruff voice.

FalseStar didn't care. She had made it out of the Orphanage, alive. She was exhausted, and her shoulder was in an unbearable amount of pain. She had lost a lot of blood. But FalseStar couldn't stop. Not now, the SkyWing was still after her.

So she took a deep breath, tying to ignore the pain in her shoulder, and bounded into the dense rainforest.

FalseStar had been on the move for about an hour. She had no idea where she was. I'm probably in the southern section of the rainforest, she thought as she drank from a small spring. FalseStar could hear the faint sound of waves. She wasn't keen on leaving the safety of the jungle. But where was she to go? She didn't have any family. Maybe I could go to the Sand Kingdom? There was nowhere FalseStar truly belonged. She sighed at that sad thought.

FalseStar sat up, and looked at the gouge in her shoulder. It was large, and deep. Ugh, she thought, what am I supposed to do now? FalseStar wasn't raised as a healer. She didn't know how to patch up a wound, especially one this large and deep.

FalseStar cupped some water into her left talon, and poured it over the bleeding wound on her right shoulder. She hissed with pain as the water went into the gash. She was only trying to clean the puncture, why'd it have to hurt so much. FalseStar wasn't good with pain.

She looked up. she knew it was night. Though she couldn't see the sky through the thick canopy. It had been late afternoon when she escaped the Orphanage. FalseStar wished she could see the sky. She had always loved gazing into the deep blue wondrous atmosphere, she wondered what was beyond.

FalseStar slowly got to her talons, still looking up. It's impossible to get up there, how do the RainWings do it? She gingerly flexed her right wing. Her shoulder was still deep open gash. It had stopped bleeding. FalseStar tried beating her wings.

Something hit her in the neck. FalseStar cocked her head to see what it was.

A dart? She squinted as her vision fogged up, a blob of color was quickly approaching. Oh, no. She thought.

Then the world went black.