Our Planet has Crashed [COMPLETE]

eighty one - Wings of Fire

Luna POV:

Luna thrashed and kicked and tried to scream through her gag but nothing worked. She was stuck, being flown back across the ocean all the way to Wasp and her evilness and her hive-minded dragons and possible death. 

She tried screaming for Blue again. Wasp had been so cruel as to make him and Swordtail carry her sack across the ocean. All Luna could do was hope Blue was still in there, and could hear her, even if he couldn't do anything about it. She hoped that her friends weren't lost forever. No one knew how the breath of evil affected SilkWings. 

Luna could have given up. She could have just decided to be a dead weight for her friends to carry across the ocean, so they wouldn't be punished by Wasp—if that was even possible, given Wasp felt everything they did. 

But with that thought . . . Luna began to kick and scream and generally try to tear the sack apart although she had barely made any progress in what seemed like the past hour. 

She could hear the muffled yells of her other friends, the ones who'd gone with her to set Pantala on fire. Of course, she was horrified at the arson she'd committed, but if it got rid of the breath of evil, then wasn't that good enough? But on second thought, then where was Wasp taking them? 

Well, she got her answer soon enough. An hour later, Luna felt her sack be thrown on the ground with a sickening thump that rattled her bones. Similar thuds echoed around her, and without even a second to rest after that tiring flight in a bag, they were getting dragged on charred grass. Luna knew that because the crunching could be heard for miles. And it was certainly not pleasant. especially when you know you're about to face some evil queen and you're not even at you best—

Luna's head bashed into a rock. She growled, and tried to kick her captor again, until she remembered that it was either Blue or Swordtail, and refrained from doing it again. Aaaaaaaaaaaand then she realized that was what Wasp wanted—to exploit their weaknesses. Luna let out a growl of frustration, then realized they'd stopped. 

Five seconds later smoke wafted into her nose as she was dragged out of her sack and stuck in a makeshift prison made of the rubble of Wasp Hive. Around her was an army of HiveWings. They all had white eyes and were simply sitting there, staring at her as she and her friends struggled against the HiveWings shoving them in their new prison. 

"We're the only ones?" Mandrake asked finally, when the guards stopped paying as much attention and everyone reconvened at the back of their large cell. "What about the other eighty dragons? Wasp let them get away?"

"Somehow I doubt it," snorted Sundew. 

"Yeah," Luna agreed. "Why us? It's not like she knew we were leading the eight groups."

Moon frowned. "But now what?" 

"What do you mean?"

"Look at this. we're just being stuck in a cage while the HiveWing guards stand there like statues. Shouldn't we be, like, you know, be brought to Wasp so she could inject us and make us her zombies? Not that I want that to happen," she added hastily at the end. 

"Yeah. I mean, that's what she did to our friends. Brought them all together and got them all in one fell swoop with that bonfire—" Sundew's eyes widened.

"What?" asked Mandrake. Then he stared at the smoke swirling around him. And promptly covered his snout with his talons. 

"Hurry! Cover yourselves! Don't breathe in!" Sundew said hurriedly in one rushed breath. "The breath of evil! We burned it, and it's in the air now!" 

Luna gasped, then realized how much air she was breathing in, and quickly breathed it all back out. By now all eight dragons were holding their breaths as much as possible and had their talons around their snouts.