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WS Chapter 55- Rallying Cry

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Only five more chapters before the end! It’s so close, and it’s be such a wonderful ride with Red and Ecto, I couldn’t have asked for better people to collab with! And all of you, reading and commenting! That’s why i wanted to do this minesona event, was for you all to be a part of the ride as you already are!

Red belongs to @theguardiansofredland

Ecto belongs to @cooler-cactus-block

Bre belongs to @mintyhotchocolate

Star belongs to @thatonewannabedragon

Perri belongs to @hyperfixatingparrot

Pierre belongs to @cabbagesenpai

“Why are dark oak forests so big?” This is the second time Ecto has found herself within the dark shadows of the massive oak trees. She’s lost among the enormous mushrooms, but at least she doesn’t have to worry about creatures of the night in this one. It’s a little sparser, more mushrooms and the trees are more variable in height. Lilacs grow in large bundles at the base of roots, fungi as large as the trees that shelter them from the sunlight.

Doesn’t stop the rich forest from being hot. And not the kind of hot that Ecto likes. That dry heat that the desert brings- no, this is warm and wet. Sticky, the sunlight warming the dew from the morning and suspending it into the air. Ecto unscrews her water bottle, whimpering as she discovers it’s already empty. She forgot to refill it last time.

Looking around, she spots a stream trickling through the forest, and follows it to a rocky ledge. The cool water falls free from the creek bed, showering across mossy rocks and blooming flowers before continuing downstream. Ecto doesn’t bother to check how safe the water was- it was better than no water, especially with as sweaty as she feels. She thrusts her bottle under the falling stream, listening to droplets of water trickle across the metal like a bell. It sounds like someone laughing.

Someone is laughing. Ecto doesn’t change her body language, but she reminds herself where her sword is. Paranoia creeps over her, feeling the sensation of being watched. A hellspawn is near. The green foliage shifts and stutters as a footstep slips against the moss, and Ecto reels around. Dropping her bottle and unsheathing her weapon. “Oh! Oh- oh dear, I didn’t mean to scare you!”

It’s not a hellspawn. Her hair is dark brown, eyes blue and panicked beneath the flower crown resting on her head. Definitely not a hellspawn. But as Ecto looks over the stranger as she slips trying to get up, she notes the potion bottles and books at her hips. Eventually, the girl gives up, and opalescent dragonfly wings spread open. She lifts herself up, brushing off the dirt on her shorts. Ecto lowers her blade. “Are you an alchemist?” She remembers what Kai scolded her about last time. “I’m Ecto, by the way.”

“I’m called Bre, and yes- I make potions. Do you need some? I’d be happy to help.” Bre offers a gentle smile, rocking on her heels and pulling out a variety of potions. She begins to list off the properties of each, potions Ecto didn’t even know existed.

“Actually, I think there’s more ways you can help me and my friends.” Ecto picks up her half empty bottle, screwing it shut and inviting the fae to listen to her spiel.

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Avon flies above the roofed forest, the thick canopy is like another layer of grass, and the trunks are roots rather than branches. Beneath Avon, she holds tight onto Jessie. The little dragonet has her wings out, trying to gain some understanding with flying. Her chirps are beginning to deepen into growls and roars. She’s getting bigger by the day, and her wings are strong enough to take her weight.

But Avon doesn’t know when the baby needs to be let go. When to take away her hands, and trust Jessie to keep up her own weight. That her black wings, massive for her body size as she grows, will hold her up. That she’ll know how to push against the air to maintain flight. She’s been watching Avon long enough. Avon didn’t have anyone to learn like Jessie does. People wished she’d fall when she’d jump from roofs. Hope she’d break her neck and be gone. But she learned to fly all the same. Jessie deserves more than that.

Jessie tips her ears to the side, blinking glowing purple eyes as she hears something. “Hey, what are you doing?” Avon questions, struggling to keep hold of the dragonet as her black wings beat against Avon’s arms. Avon has to hover midflight, her own wings cresting and curving to keep hold. “Stop it Jessie! You’re going to fall!”

The little dragon chitters and growls, before finally slipping free from Avon’s grip. She opens her wings wide, and claws dig into the leather of Avon’s gloves as she leaps free. But rather than fall- Jessie flies. Black wings spread wide, catching the air and letting her soar across the sky. A few nervous flaps shake and stutter along, but she dips low.

And Avon realizes Jessie isn’t flying alone. Another creature is flying beside Jessie. Another dragon, elongated and without wings, about as large as Jessie. The noodle dragon dips into the canopy, disappearing among the leaves. Jessie dives after it, crashing through branches. Avon follows, unwilling to let Jeane’s daughter get lost.

If landing in a normal forest was hard, a roofed forest was impossible. Wings are caught in branches and twigs, until Avon collapses to the ground beneath the trees. She sits up as soon as she hears another voice. A soft song whispers across the forest, and Avon snaps her head around to find it’s source.

A lanky person sits with Jessie, black and grey freckled fingers petting down Jessie’s spines. Tufted blue hair spikes outward, with the noodle creature resting on a black hoodie. They look up, a short gasp escaping the stranger’s lips as they lay eyes on Avon. “Is...is she yours?” They peer closer, eyes wide. “You have dragon wings!”

“Uh, yeah?” Avon isn’t sure someone’s ever had a positive reaction towards her wings. But this person seems shy but curious about her.

“I’m sorry… it’s been years since I’ve seen an ender dragon. I thought they went extinct here as well. I’m Star, and what a cute dragonet!” They pick up Jessie, who squeaks and gains an ego with such praise.

Avon bites her lip, sitting down next to Star. They don’t seem dangerous, or at least not someone who will cause a fight. “Jessie’s mom died, I’ve been taking care of her since the invasion.”

“Invasion? Here too?” Star sighs. “Why don’t we have some lemonade and I can hear the story you have to tell?”

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Red laughs as the parrot before her imitates the distant bark of a dog. It’s higher pitched, but close enough for her to believe it really is a puppy. The parrot then begins to imitate her laugh, which only makes her giggle even more. Soon, the entire forest is full of laughter.

Red doesn’t know why more people don’t call the jungle home. This place is great! It’s so bright and green, with trees taller than he’s ever seen and rivers that wind through the biome at it’s own leisurely pace. The humidity wraps around him like the ocean, comforting and heavy as a blanket.

“Alright, little birdies. I gotta keep on walking. Unless you know someone who can help me stop a massive army of fiery death?” Red stands up, stretching his arms over his head.

“We know just the person!” Red jumps out of his skin as the parrots respond. Not just imitate, but respond.

“You guys can talk?” Red tilts his head, peering at the blue macaw in front of him. Watching for it to respond.

The bird squawks, but it’s mouth doesn’t say anything. But the voice returns. Rather, it’s behind Red. “They can’t, but this little birdy can!”

Red sees blue feathers dance in the air as a bright figure leaps from the vines to the ground. A stunning array of greens, blues, and yellows welcome Red to the new person before him. Blue hair, feathery as the blue wings, curls around a small face. Just a little taller than Red, but shorter than Avon. “You aren’t a human? What are you?”

“I’m a kipling! And I’m Red, by the way. Who am I talking to?” The person before him eases back, the antsy nerves returning to bouncy joy.

“I’m Perri, nice to meet you Red the Kipling. What brings you to this neck of the jungle?” A parrot comes to rest on Perri’s shoulder, the two twittering a short conversation with one another.

“I’m looking for people, friendly people who want to help me and my friends with something big.” Red hates knowing that he’s asking for people to help cause trouble, to fight for something they hardly understand. But they need the help. And maybe someone like Perri can help it be less deadly.

Perri’s quick to catch onto Red’s change in emotions. She leans forward, tapping Red’s shoulders. “I’m sure whatever it is, I can do something. What’s the problem?”

“There’s a fight coming.” Red can’t help but agree with Perri’s grimace at the word ‘fight’. She seems just as happy about a battle as Red. “But we can’t avoid it, unfortunately. We exhausted our attempts to. You don’t seem like the kind of person to get into a fight.”

“No, I’m not.” Perri sighs. Red’s shoulders fall, and he starts to stand. To continue looking for someone to cause more damage. “But… maybe you guys could use someone to heal your wounds? I can do that.”

“You want to help us? To save our world?” A nervous smile appears on Red’s cheeks.

“I will do anything to protect what I care about.” Perri’s wings open as she stands. Ready for the fight, even if she won’t be on the front lines.

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“We should avoid a village.” Avon whispers to Jessie, the dragonet taking off from her shoulder. Jessie has been near impossible to keep out of the sky since she learned to fly with Star’s familiar. They went separate ways, Star towards the hermits setting up camp while Avon continued her search. “They don’t really like dragons, Jessie. Trust me.”

The baby dragon lands on a branch of orange acacia wood, stretching perpendicular to the dry savanna grass. She looks so curious, so interested in seeing the town before them. Such innocence. Avon sighs, and turns around.

Running right into the sturdy metal of an iron golem’s chest. Avon topples over, crying out as the lumbering beast towers over her. Avon pulls free her trident, putting it between herself on the ground and the looming sentinel. She didn’t think that golems wandered this far from villages!

The golem sees Avon’s threat displays, and firmly presses it’s arms down onto Avon’s wings. Pinning her to the ground. She kicks out, swinging her trident to no avail. She doesn’t like golems, and they never like her. Jessie leaps from her perch on the tree, landing quite heavily on Avon’s chest. She opens her wings and lets out as fierce a growl a few-weeks old baby dragon can.

“Rusty, no! That’s not how we greet visitors!” A voice shouts, followed by the clack of metal as someone appears. A pair of arms pushes the iron golem away from Avon, the golem listening to the person and letting go of Avon’s wings. She scoops Jessie into her arms, rolling backwards and away from the golem. Wings spread wide and trident at arm's length. “I’m so sorry, stranger, Rusty must’ve thought you were a phantom or something!”

The golem’s friend turns around, offering a smile as warm as the savanna sun. Tanned dark skin stained with redstone dust and short hair mussed with the dust. Redstone alights and locks across the person’s legs, an advanced redstone contraption that Avon totally doesn’t understand. She knows nothing about redstone. She stands up, ignoring the friendly hand offered to her. “It’s not the first time a golem has attacked me, at least...err, Rusty was gentler.”

“Are those wings real? Wait, hold on. I’m Pierre, what’s your name?” He smiles, waving to himself, his maroon waistcoat.

“Avon, and yes.” She looks past him, watching as the golem lumbers back towards a home at the edge of the biome. Jessie leaps free, awing Pierre as she chases after the fox that appeared beside him. The two chirp and tussle beside Pierre and Avon. “Are you a redstone engineer?”

“I like to think I am. I mean, I built these.” He shows off his redstone legs, proud of his handiwork. “What makes you ask, Avon?”

“Would you be willing to help me and my friends with something?” Avon tilts her head, feathery blonde hair falling around her.

“Depends on what it is, but I’m sure I can at least aid you and your friends. Why don’t you come rest up at my house, and we can talk about adventures?” Pierre nods his head towards the house.

“I have a feeling there may be an opportunity for another adventure at hand, if you’re ready to protect your home.” Avon’s shoulders ease, watching the golem warily but following Pierre. Watching as the dragonet and fox wrestle in the tall grass. Let’s hope Jessie doesn’t realize she has fire breath in this biome.

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