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The sound of music echoed through the rainforest, cheers and the thump of talons dancing waved the trees. In the RainWing village, with tables filled with fruit and drinks, the RainWings and NightWings were celebrating Queen Glory's hatching day. Joy filled the air as the tribes danced together and feasted. But a blood curdling scream silenced the noise. Heads turn towards the sound and gasps rang out as eyes landed on Kinkajou attempting to rip into a NightWing. She screams in pain, turning to others, pleading for help as blood pours and stains the wooden platform. The dragons stand shocked, unable to move as fear and confusion pump through their blood. Once Kinkajou's teeth pierced the NightWing’s throat, she was dead. Kinkajou looked up, her eyes bloodshot, and leaped at the nearest dragon.
Everyone scattered, quick to get away from the smell of blood and the promise of death. Soon the once joyous rainforest erupted in screams of terror and branches breaking as dragons tried to flee as more and more death ensued, some even getting infected themselves, turning to the ones next to them.
A dragon was flicking through the branches, eyes wide with fear. She felt searing heat on her tail tip. A NightWing was breathing fire at her. The trees! He's going to burn the whole forest down! She didn’t have much time to think. She had to run. To get out of this forest. She jumped from tree to tree, closer to freedom, closer to surviving. Soon she reached the canopy and breached the leaves, opened her wings, and felt claws on her tail.
Her heart almost ran out of her chest, i'm going to die..this is it, but when she turned around, relief flooded her, it was the kind eyes of Mango, her boyfriend. The claw gripping her tail was stained with blood, but she pushes away the thought of whos it is. She hopped on the closest tree branch and grabbed his arms. She saw that his wing membranes were ripped, he was now unable to fly. “ I'm sorry..” She whispered, “it's not your fault Capuchin”, he says softly. He grunted as she picked him up and lifted off the branch. Tears rolled off her face as she tried not to look back at the smoking rainforest, her home, burning, soon to be a pile of ash and dead trees