-FalseStar-

Chapter #2

Again, I'm sorry for the spelling errors. 

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FalseStar awoke with a start. She was in a small hut. She recognized the architecture of the way it was built, and immediately knew it was a RainWing hut. She was probably in the main village of the Rainforest Kingdom. Warm light filtered in from the windows. And a sweet smell hung in the air. FalseStar slowly sat up to take in the rest of her surroundings. Leaf cots woven with vines lined the inner wall, she was resting on one herself. There were two other dragons in the room, both laying on cots as well. They were RainWings, and they both looked asleep. So FalseStar tried the best she could to be silent getting off of her cot. This is probably the infirmary. She thought as she made her way past the line of cots and to the door.

"Hey missy, where do you think your going?" Said A young RainWing that has just appeared in the the doorway. He had a woven satchel around his neck.

"Don't call me missy." FalseStar hissed, "and Im leaving." She said, trying to push past him.

"I wouldn't leave yet if I were you," he looked down at FalseStar with a smirk, as she failed to get past him.

"And why would that be?" Hissed the annoyed dragonet. This guy can't stop me from leaving. She thought.

"Your shoulder isn't fully healed." The RainWing said plainly. He couldn't be much older then FalseStar.

She had forgotten about her shoulder. She stoped struggling and looked down at it. The wound was oozing puss. What was in the spear point? It had looked like a normal spear. FalseStar thought. The puncture didn't hurt anymore. But maybe that's because of some mystery herb the doctors put on it. "My arm feels fine."

"Yeah, because we put soaked a herb and applied it on your shoulder. Which only muted the pain. Also it's still an open wound. We need to stitch it up. You'll probably have a scar though." He paused, then questioned, "what did happen to it?"

"Long story," FalseStar mumbled looking at the gouge in her shoulder. It was right in the spot where her wing met her arm. She doubted she would be able to fly for a while.

The young RainWing walked her back to her leafy cot. FalseStar failed to realize the true beauty of the waving in the cot. The was woven with precise detail. The fronds the weavers used must have been long. FalseStar couldn't tell where they ended or began.

"Are you going to be the one stitching my arm?" Asked FalseStar, gingerly sitting upright on the cot.

The RainWing coughed as he said, "Shoulder," obviously correcting FalseStar. When he was finished 'clearing his thought' he answered, "no, my sister will be the one stitching you up." He looked at the sundial hanging in the open window, "I'm just here to prepare, she'll be here shortly. Judging by the time."

"Ok, but it better be quick. I have places to be." FalseStar didn't have places to be. It was just an excuse to get out of here. how did I get here anyways? She thought then asked, "how did I get her?"

"You got shot by a dart from a border patrol dragon," the RainWing said plainly, he sat on the neighboring cot, "and it probably won't be quick. Sorry. I don't know how long till my sister arrives back."

FalseStar sighed with frustration. She needed to get out of there. Hopefully the SkyWings had left the Kingdom. They had come just yesterday, they probably moved on to another place. She thought, but with my luck the solders will probably burst through the doors of the infirmary and slaughter everyone inside. But think positive FalseStar! She looked at the RainWing again, he was gazing out the window awkwardly. And since FalseStar was board, she decided to read his mind.