Upon... something?

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Mary's POV:

I flew around the branches of our park, twisting and turning with great accuracy. Hera flew nearby to make sure I didn't get hurt since this was practice. Though knowing him, it was more like he was the watchful eye hidden in the shadows.

Either way, I was practicing my flying skills by zigzagging around the trees. I flew right beside a trunk and spiraled up until I was at the top, feeling my wings ache and my breathing become more rapid.

I decided to take a break, and clumsily perched on a lower branch above a brook. I dug my claws into the bark and took in a heavy sigh.

"Holy smokies, a dragonet!" I heard someone say.

The scary part is that I don't recognize this someone...

I kept silent and looked around. Something fluttered in the leaves, and I hissed at it on instinct. This caused a nervous squeak to reply, and what looked like an oversized moth peeked out.

I squinted at it. What are you...

The moth backed a bit into the leaves, its antennae pressed against its head. "I- I'm sorry, dragonet... I didn't mean to scare you...!" It squeaked.

"No, it's ok..." I said calmly to it, continuing to pant, "who are you, and how do you know what my kin are?"

"Oh! That one's easy!" It said happily, all its fear suddenly gone as it revealed itself from its hiding spot.

It was a moth alright. But not any I've seen before. It was about as big as me, and most of its body is green, with its huge wings being a lighter shade with two triangles on it.

"Upon Wings of Change features you guys." The moth said. "By the way, I'm Samuel."

"Ok... wait what's Upon Wings of Change?" I asked.

The blood memories suggested at it being some sort of... book. Whatever that is. Apparently a bunch of paper strung together with information inside. In this case it would be a story.

Samuel's excitement seemed to peak at that question. He trilled happily and fluttered his wings. "It's a story on Wattpad! It features dragonets, who were originally peo- I mean humans, who got transformed into them through science. But it wasn't good science since they didn't volunteer for it. Eventually aliens came and-"

"Wait one hot second, mister." Hera interrupted, landing in front of me. "You knew about this?! Through a book on a website I haven't heard in years???"

"Yes...?" Samuel shrugged. "I never expected it to happen though! I also never expected to get involved in being turned into something else, much less a moth."

"He has a point y'know." A fourth voice said, sounding bored yet bold.

What looked like a yellow, white and blue hummingbird landed beside Samuel. Her three long tail feathers curled behind her. Wait, why am I suddenly questioning the laws of aviation, and why she shouldn't be able to fly?

"This is Hoopla." Samuel introduced. "She also read it, but doesn't have an account like your's truly."

Now I'm thinking about a cartoon fish...

Hera shook himself, his scales tinkling. "So what you're saying, is that something from someone's imagination came to life?"

"Sounds like foreshadowing!" I added.

Hoopla managed a shrug, and preened the feathers on her wing. "It is. Or was. Sometimes things from the internet come into real life. Sometimes it's minor. Sometimes it's... life changing. Like this." She empathized with a wing. "Either way, we're here now."

"That is a load of-"

"Or it's coincidental!" Samuel quickly said, cutting Hera off. "Yeah it's... probably coincidence!"

I squinted at him. Something told me it wasn't coincidence. I decided to change the subject. "So where are you two from?"

"I honestly don't remember..." Hoopla sighed, shaking her head. She hopped to the smaller branch above us. "It's been awhile... me and Samuel somehow ended up here."

"So you have no memory of your origins? Like where you came from, and what lab?" Hera clarified.

Samuel nodded solemnly. "Sadly not... all I remember was getting knocked out, waking up in a container within a box, and then being released by a little black girl."

"Might have been my cousin." Hoopla whispered.

The two laughed. I looked at Hera, who seemed displeased, also sorry for them. I felt more of the same, minus being displeased and all.

"Well... do you know around this place?" I asked. "And do you have a home?"

"No and no." Samuel said, shaking his head. "We wouldn't mind a tour if you're suggesting that next."

I smiled and looked at Hera again. He sighed long and heavily. "Ok then... tour it is. Let's go."

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