The occurences in this book take place six years after the Leafwings and SIlkwings descended from Pantala and as if the events in books fourteen and fifteen never happened because I wrote this before I read them

Special thanks to:

Tui T. Sutherland for creating my imagination for the WOF series

Credit to Sydney Herrling, Aaden Lopez, Landon Kennedy, Lukas Mihaily, Noah Wilson, Kennedy Anderson, and Luke Wolf for helping with the character and character designs

Prologue

Three years earlier

Bubbles was a simple Seawing. He did what he was told, and he was smart and creative. The only thing that regularly stood in his way was his size. He was born at least half the size of the average Seawing dragonet, so he got bullied plenty while growing up. But he didn’t let that bother him one bit, because his mind was set on one destiny: To become an adventurer.

Bubbles tended to be in the library studying, and loved to read about heroes going on epic adventures and facing evil foes. His favorite stories were about the recent hero Raindance, Fathom and Indigo from two thousand years ago, and the Clearsight stories from Pantala. Bubbles especially loved reading stories from Pantala. He’d always wanted to see what it was like to live there.

But today was an extraordinary day. Today was the talk of the sea! There had been news about THE Tsunami and Turtle who had traveled to Pantala to rescue two tribes from the other tribe’s queen’s claws! Today, they were descending from Pantala and into Pyrrhia’s sand kingdom borders. Bubbles had begged his parents (Seaweed and Venus) to let him see them come, and eventually, Queen Coral of the Seawings had taken as much of the kingdom (that wanted to go) to see the new dragons approach.

That day was the best day of Bubble’s life. There was even a good friendship between a SilkWing and his parents, and she got to stay with his family for a week! Her name was Queen, and Bubbles asked her millions of questions every single day about Pantala.

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“What food did you eat? What was your job? What did you do as a tradition? Did you celebrate your hatching day? Did you like being under another tribe’s queen? What were the Hivewings like? Was Queen Wasp really that bad?” (Those were only the first questions he asked.)

“I mostly ate fruit and plants. I’m an architect and part of the Chrysalis. Well, I was. I didn’t do many traditions. I never really liked my hatching day. Queen Wasp didn’t really do much to me. I was a SilkWing, after all. The Hivewings I worked for were very nice, and didn’t bother me much.”

This was what Bubbles had always wanted. For someone to listen to him! To answer his questions! And better yet, a SilkWing, of all tribes, a SilkWing to answer from a real point of view, and not from ancient scrolls and texts. Every day, Bubbles would ask more and more questions to Queen until her departure to help build a forest for the SilkWing and LeafWing tribes.

. . .

Glory was waiting. She was always waiting, now that Deathbringer was on special missions. She missed Deathbringer. But this time, she was waiting for the queens.

Queen Thorn of the SandWings was first. Then came Queen Snowfall of the Icewings. Next was Queen Moorhen of the Mudwings, Cricket of the Hivewings, Queen Ruby of the Skywings, Queen Hazel of the Leafwings, Blue and Luna of the Silkwings, and last arrived Queen Coral of the Seawings.

“Thank you all for coming. Let’s get straight to the point, shall we?” Glory started. “So, as we all should know, we now have three more tribes we have homed on our lands. But we have one small problem. The HiveWing tribe is only so small.”

Cricket nodded. The queens listened closely.

“So I’ve come up with a plan. It’s a simple one. I want to send one dragon of each tribe to all go to The Lost Continent and retrieve a HiveWing egg. One egg for each dragon. The dragons will get a month to complete this mission, and if one of the Hivewings hatches, they could get an extra week.”

The queens thought about this idea. Cricket was the first to speak.

“I like this. It might take a few months to get together, but I’m all in. I volunteer myself to be the HiveWing.”

“I agree. I’m in.” Queen Hazel said.

“I’ll do it. I know exactly who will volunteer.” Queen Ruby piped in.

One after the other, all the queens agreed.