Our Planet has Crashed [COMPLETE]

seventy seven - Wings of Fire

Moon POV: 

It's been almost a month since the Pantalan Battle, and the dragons were getting restless. They wanted to kill Queen Wasp and return to their home continent, once and for all. Especially since the HiveWings were weakened as much as the Leaf and SilkWings—their raid had destroyed every single Hive. They were now just as homeless. 

Sundew in particular wanted to avenge Willow. Winter wanted to avenge Kinkajou. And of course, Cricket wanted to avenge Bumblebee, the poor innocent bean. Moon was all for killing the evil Queen Wasp, but why did she seem to be the only one to see how much the attack had decreased their numbers? Many dragons had either died, or been trapped in Pantala by the breath of evil (most were gone because of the breath of evil, though).

"We need to find a cure! It's the only way to defeat them!" Moon shouted at an oversized conference. No one heard her. "EXCUSE ME!" she screamed as loud as possible. 

Almost two hundred heads turned to stare at her. Moon fought the urge to hide behind Qibli. "What?" barked a Poison/LeafWing. 

"It's just . . . the more attacks we plan, the more dragons we'll lose. We lost almost a hundred dragons to the breath of evil last time . . . and look at us now. We might have weakened them, but they will continue to weaken us by stealing our dragons. Their numbers will grow as fast as ours shrink if we keep going back there without a cure," Moon explained, somewhat timidly. 

Two hundred pairs of eyes blinked. "Well, I suppose," said one elderly Poison/LeafWing after a long pause. "But in all my years I have never heard of the breath of evil until it started attacking us, so I definitely don't know a cure. And I believe that I am the oldest LeafWing here," she glanced around, but no one called out, "Hey, wait! I'm older!" 

"Then we're doomed," groaned a SilkWing. 

"No!" Io jumped up. "We can't give up! Think of how many dragons are under Wasp's hive-mind. I'm sure most of us have someone they want to save. I mean, I have Swordtail, Blue, and my other friends, so . . ." She looked at her talons. "We need to get them back," she said, barely louder than a whisper. 

"Agreed," said the elderly LeafWing, "but Clearsight here makes a good point," 

"Moon," Moon corrected. 

"Any visions?" asked a dragon close to her suddenly, and soon the whole place was a mess of shouts and cries of panic, but this time directed only to her.

"Hey!" Qibli and Winter yelled at the dragons until they quieted down. "She's not Clearsight, and although she has visions, that doesn't mean she can make herself have them!" Qibli glared at everyone else. "She'll OBVIOUSLY tell us when she has one, but it's NOT now—"

"Um," Moon interjected. "I . . . maybe have one?"

Qibli went bright red and hid behind Winter, saying that he was almost drowned and it messed with his brain (it did not). The two hundred pairs of eyes stared at her again, and Moon almost cowered under their scrutiny. She fought to keep her voice steady, "I, well, the vision just hit me, and I . . . I mean, all I saw is this, uh, red thing,"

"Red thing," said a voice paired with a raised eyebrow. 

"Yes, and Pantala—"

Shouts erupted. 

"—I THINK!" she shouted over the din. "I only saw it once," she protested as the two hundred pairs of eyes bore into her soul. 

"What's the red thing?" asked a LeafWing.

"What else was in the vision?" shouted a voice from the back.

"Ooh, and did you see me?" asked a young SilkWing in the front, eyes shining in delight.