Wings of Fire Book 3: The Hidden Kingdom

Everyone is talking about Moonbli, Winterwatcher, and Qinter, and i wanna rate ‘em and see which is best by far >:)
ANYWAYS, let’s get on with it already

1. Moonbli : If you’ve read book 10 (SPOILER BELOW)

You should know Moon picks Qibli, i’d say they are a good fit because Qibli is nice, quick witted, smart, funny, ALL OF THE ABOVE! I’d say they are a good fit

8.5/10

～( ᐛ )～

Winterwatcher: We can all agree on this, WINTER IS RUDE- Mainly on Book 10 and Book 7- He isn’t fit for a sweetheart like Moon, plus he judged her for being herself, SHE CANT CONTROL IT.

h a n d s o m e a n d t r o u b l e d

-Kinkajou

0.5/10

\(˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)/

Qinter: I absolutely LOVE this ship- Qibli is so quick witted so when it comes to grumpy winter it’s… just BEAUTIFUL, if only Tui made them together. I know some people think Winter hates Qibli (Which he does aloud) But inside we all know he has a heart for Qibli

100/10

/（♡∇♡）\

Mka

Starspeaker sounds like some warriors like… idk maybe ShadowClan member? Idk.

-SpiritCatcher the DarkOne

CHAPTER 2

Stranded opened his eyes and tiredly stood up. His scales on his back were aching from the rain hitting them the previous night. He joined Crescent at the edge of the cave they were hiding in. Stranded had previously escaped the SandWing palace to find a new life and had gotten lost in the rain. “Do you know anything about a stolen NightWing egg?” Crescent blurted out. “No. Why?” Stranded asked her. “Nevermind,” she said. Stranded shrugged and twitched his scorpion-like tail. He shook his wings and got ready for flight. “So. Where are you going anyway?” Stranded thought about this. Obviously, my new home! “I-… I…” he trailed off. “I don’t know,” he replied. He had been so feather-brained, he had never even thought where he was going to go! “You could always come with me. You know, to find my siblings?”
“Yeah. I could do that!” Stranded exclaimed. “Come with me, we’ll go the way I saw them fly off,” Crescent said. Stranded flapped his wings and took off behind her. He looked around as they brushed through the air. He had never seen much outside the castle, it all looked so new and amazing. He looked behind him at the SandWing castle and spat. He closed his eyes and listened to the beating of his wings hitting the air like drums. He tried to match Crescent's pace and fly faster. Suddenly, he heard a loud ‘err-kawh!’ He looked up at a large eagle, who was flying straight down at him.
He dodged to the left and shouted a warning to Crescent. The eagle clawed at his back scales, and he tried to shake it off. He knew that if he turned around to grab it he might lose his balance or the eagle might scratch open his soft stomach scales. He thrust his tail above him, but the eagle flew around it and ripped off one of his back scales. He let out a yelp, jabbed his tail into the eagle’s stomach and shook it off into the depths. He started to slow and he couldn’t focus his eyes correctly. He felt his scales burning on his back and his bruises stinging on his tail.
He gave his wings a final flap before he fell into the depths, prepared for immense pain as he hit the rocks below him, and he passed out.

“Stranded? Stranded! Wake up!” Crescent demanded. Stranded gasped and opened his eyes as Crescent looked down at him. “I thought I was dead!” He exclaimed. Crescent narrowed her eyes at him like he just said he thought Z was the first letter of the alphabet. “You weren’t dead, you stupid bat-brain,” she said and flicked him with his tail. Stranded looked around and saw bright shrubs and beautiful trees with extraordinary flowers hanging off them. “Where… where did you bring us?” He questioned her. Crescent raised her head and looked around, then back down to Stranded and shrugged. Stranded stood up and shook his wings. He flinched as his numb scales took into action.
“Jeez, that eagle really did a number on me!” He complained. “Shuddup,” Crescent said and put her talons over Stranded’s mouth. Stranded forced her claws off. “I know I was annoying, but no need to get all fussy and serious about it!” “No. Shut up,” she repeated. Suddenly Stranded jumped as he heard a swish fshew in the surrounding trees. His scales bristled and he impatiently tapped his claws against the grassy floor. He bared his teeth, ready for a fight.
A tealish-green dragon jumped out of the bushes and flapped their wings. Stranded let out a battle cry and dove at the brightly colored dragon and only realized how small they were when he bit into their wing. Their scales flashed light orange and waves of green flowed through their tail and face. He let go of the dragonet and it screeched in alarm. Strange purple liquid shot out of her front fangs and Stranded dove out of the way, though he didn’t know what it was. Better safe than sorry, he thought.
The strange spit brushed the top of Crescent's head and she bellowed in pain. “Three moons, I’m so sorry! Are you ok?” The small dragon squeaked and ran over to the purple NightWing. She whipped out some bandages and offered to help her. First Crescent pulled back hesitantly but then nodded and put her head forward. “Why did you attack me?” The dragon asked after she finished wrapping Crescent's head.
“Well in my defense I didn’t know who you were!” Stranded interjected. “And to be honest, I still don’t,” he added. “Oh, okay. I’m Princess Luck of the RainWings. And for the record, attacking a princess isn’t the best thing you could do.” The miniature dragon said, now fading back into a sort of light blue. “RainWing…?” Crescent said unknowingly. “You don’t know RainWings? The beautiful tribe that lives in the Rainforest Paradise?!” Luck exclaimed, dropping her bandages. “Well I’ve been living in a cave my whole life. And you’ve I guess been living here for your whole life, which is like how long? Two years?” Crescent asked her. “Two years?!” She said, with a baffled expression. Her mint scales quickly shifted to a swirl of acid green, dull green, and a middle green. “I’m seven! Wow. You guys are very polite to the future queen,” Luck observed. “Don’t you have, like, other sisters?” Crescent asked her.
Luck’s scales shifted into purple, white, and blue. Her smile faltered and she flicked her long tail uncomfortably. “What happened?” Crescent asked her. “I- I had two sisters. I was hatched with my mother, Queen Lichen. My two sisters hatched after me, Trust and Sloth. When we were about five years old, Sloth’s wing ripped on a branch. She had to stay with my mother the whole time, until night when she got to sleep by herself. Sloth was reckless, I tell you. She was crazy, she would jump from tree to tree to tree every day, that’s how she ripped her wing. One night she… she went out when she was not supposed to. She was trying to fly down on a Papaya hanging on a low branch and bring it the next morning for a surprise breakfast.…” Luck caught her breath before carrying on, tears rising in her eyes.