WOF Fanfiction: REGION

Chapter 8

Lavender was the youngest SilkWing soldier, being only 6 years old. No one understood why the HiveWings let him in, but most likely because of the more soldiers the merrier. Region himself had met him a week ago, but Firesky obviously knew him; he knew everyone. Region couldn't imagine stuffing that many names into his brain.

Region was unable to sleep peacefully that night. It worried him what Wasp could do to the dragonet. Pfft, Lavender was too tall to be even called a dragonet. It was strange. He was different, in a good way, of course.

His difference will be even more noticed now that he was in Wasp's talons...

"Sky!" Region shouts.

"What do you want?" Firesky yells back.

"Oh... nothing..."

Firesky let's out a hiss. "Well what the-"

"Let's go find Lavender, Alright?" Region growls, jumping out of his hammock. Firesky was in the other side of the cell, already wearing SilkWing armory.

Firesky sighed. "I can't. I told you already I have to go with the others," He mutters, flapping his wings.

Region thinks for a moment. Wasp and General Ashmeadiella would be around. "Fine, I'll do it myself, cause I don't care for what those rich-snorting lizards got to talk about. My main concern is saving Lavender at the moment," He went on to put his helmet.

"Aw you're so adorable..." Firesky hisses sarcastically, "Do I believe you're stupid and that you'll get caught? Yes. Yes I do. But I have a plan."

Region snorts. "When do you not have a plan. Are you secretly Clearsight who can see the future?" He argues, proceeding to play around with his silk.

Firesky looks away defensively. "I'm just smart," he hisses, "And anyone staring at you would know that your brain is the size of a snail. You need me."

Region yawns. "I'm sorry, what was that? I wasn't paying attention," he says smugly, shooting a small string of silk into Firesky's disappointed face. He's not the only one with brains here, Region thought. "Getting Lavender out of the cell will be easy. What's the worst that could happen? He's a Flamesilk!"

By the moons... Why are there so many HiveWings? Region thinks as he stares towards what he knew was a prisión. HiveWings were everywhere, with a few SilkWings here and there. Region sensed something was odd. The wasn't many SilkWing soldiers definitely, and those other were busy doing basic jobs, like cleaning and building. Some chased after what seemed a high class HiveWing. Have the SilkWings here being enslaved? Region thought with a disgusted feeling. They weren't enslaved exactly, the SilkWings were being oppressed. Yet the soldiers were glaring at them.

Servants of some sort? He realized, glaring around, If I could I would give those HiveWings a piece of my mind! Region stood up tall, feeling bold and brave as he walked towards the HiveWing guards. One of them glared at him, snarling. Region sighs, "Well.... There goes my confidence."

"SilkWings don't patrol this close to the prison," The HiveWing snorted. Region realized how odd she was. Strangely green instead of red, yellow, black, and orange.

Bet her name is Beetle, Region smirked to himself. "Well I'm here to solve a misunderstanding. You see-"

"Are you asking to be killed?" She hissed, swinging her tail, a small pointy stinger threatening his throat. Region steps back with a nervous chuckle.

"No everything is fine. Don't worry, you can put that away now!" He declares cheerfully while silently cursing to himself bitterly. "But fine, I'll be going now.... Tootles!" Region steps away to across the Hive where the HiveWing wouldn't see him. Curse the moons, he thought looking around frantically, How do I get the HiveWing out of the way?

An idea popped into his empty head.

Region flies out to an opening of the Hive as it was still being under construction. He breaks off a piece of treestuff, then flies down on the savanna to find two rock with a smooth end.

Probably have already guessed he was to set the Hive in fire.

"Let there be light!" Region declares as he scraps the rocks together and let it's warm pebbles fall on the treestuff. After a while, Region realized it wasn't working. He sighs and throws them away. "That went well," he mutters in disappointment, "I didn't want to do this but oh well." With full force he breaks down the wall, fortunate enough that there was no HiveWing drones to be found. He hears the shrieks of surprised SilkWings. He flutters so quickly to where the prison was and yells at the top of his lungs, "WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!"

That alerted all HiveWings as they went to see what was happening. "Idiots," Region snickers to himself as he creeps inside the prison and breathes in noticing how dark and creepy it was.

"Lavender!" He whispers.

"Region? I'm here!" Lavender cries of joy. Region laughs to himself, the purple SilkWing was fine. Well, he hoped.

"Where exactly because if you haven't realized... IT'S DARK!" Region hissed.

There is shuffling of chains. "Right- let me light up the place. The keys would be on the wall besides you." Region sees a dim light in the far side. He feels around the wall when finally his claws felt something metallic that gave a jingle. He exhales softly before fluttering to the corner. He was surprised individual cells weren't built in yet; Lavender had the whole prison to himself.

"Ouch my tail!" Lavender hisses as Region steps on a bump.

Region uses the keys to unlock the locks of Lavender's chains. "You better be grateful you little brat," Region laughs while helping Lavender up, "Only Clearsight knows what Wasp would want with a Flamesilk!"