Prologue (Unnamed series)
#1 of Writings
Prologue for the, so far, 'villain' of my little story series thus far. Giving a bit of a peak into his origins I suppose. I have yet to name this set of stories, so enjoy. And feel free to give any helpful feedback. ^^
Prologue
15 years ago.
Chaos. Chaos everywhere.
Dragons screaming.
A Hive on fire.
The Queen gone.
No one knew what to do. Their minds were all awash with abject terror. The comfort of the voice that had always been there, guiding their movements, their thoughts. The voice that could control them. It was all gone.
HiveWings scrambled, trying to bring order to the masses. Who was really in charge, where was Wasp? What was happening?
They knew about the plant, the mind controlling plant. The posters were everywhere, warning them of it. But the orderliness that made their society was crumbling. SilkWings were free. Strange dragons were now everywhere, helping, or chipping away at everything that made them Pantalans.
Pyrrhian help, drawn here by the LeafWings.
The enemy, the ones they all fought during the Tree Wars.
The ones that wanted to destroy their way of life, to desecrate the Book of Clearsight.
The enemy. The enemy. The enemy!
The HiveWing screamed, shooting up out of his nest, claws digging into the nearby floor, ripping splinters from the polished wood. He checked the clock he kept on the table nearby.
2:47.
A sigh escaped his muzzle, shaking his head. It was a nightmare, a nightmare of everything he feared. The chaos that resulted from what had been called the Great Liberation. It had been almost a year, and the Hives were back in order... Mostly. Two had been torn down, turned into ground cities as a form of repayment to the LeafWings. Trees were being encouraged to grow in and around them, and wood was banned.
They had begun to use metal, clay, and stone. Technology that had been taught to them by the Scavengers, as the Pyrrhians called them. Coupled with dragon ingenuity, they had come up with new building methods.
But none of it was right. HiveWings were directionless now, with no plans. Their view of the world had been upended, and dragged through the ground.
More importantly, they lacked what they had always known under Wasp. Order. Perfect synchronization. A civilization built on impeccable order and control and precision, all to Wasp's vision. Her perfect vision. It's what Clearsight would have wanted, isn't it?
He didn't believe what they had said about the book not talking of Wasp's greatness. Of the last thousand years being a lie. Those were LeafWing lies. Deceitful LeafWings. The killers of the love of his life.
They burned her, burned her alive and they didn't care. They just wanted her dead, all of us dead.
He lifted his talons up, digging them into the mirror above his hearth, glass digging into the spaces between his scales, blood now pouring along the stone top. He should be in pain, but he felt nothing. Just the sensation of liquid dripping from his talons. For a moment he stood there, blank, before he finally turned towards the clock again. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Over and over, in precise precision. The kind that Wasp brought. Perfect sync, perfect timekeeping. Yes. That was the answer. Of course.
I will do something about it. I will bring order. I will return us into perfect synchronization.
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