Chapter 4

BushThorn walked over to the herb station to where QuiverWing was at, they didn't get a proper meeting when she suddenly returned with a fainted Frostbite dangling from her claws. Wraths first thought was that she was ment to meet up with him but QuiverWing explained the truth and made sure that she won't be chaind.

"So you went right to work the moment you got back?" BushThorn asked.

"I'd rather not sit and remember everything and these dragons need me" QuiverWing responded with a smile but her eyes say a different emotion.

"QuiverWing she's right you should rest and I'll get you something for your wings, they look a little mangled" Scorch agreed with BushThorn.

"No" QuiverWing shook her head, "I'm needed here".

"Do you need me to do anything then?" BushThorn asked.

"You can get any wild herbs from the rainforest" QuiverWing handed her a basket, Wrath came running over.

"No! not on her own" Wrath snarled.

"Wrath you can trust her" QuiverWing basically snapped, "she's on our side".

"Fine but Needle can go with her" Wrath shoot her a look.

Wrath walked down the tunnel, BushThorn saw the large cloud slasher and he gestured to the exit. He didn't talk only walked with her and picked some herbs, "so what do you think about QuiverWing returning?" BushThorn asked.

"Good she's out of the claws from Petle" Needle growled.

"Not one to talk?" BushThorn turned around to the herbs, she then felt Needle push her into a corner.

"I don't know what you're playing, but what I do know is that QuiverWing is now my flocks allie and if I find out that you've done something I will make you pay" he hissed and BushThorn covered her head under her claws.

"Don't play the victim! you're Petles daughter and you clearly inherited her arts" Needle snarled.

"No! I haven't" BushThorn sobbed.

"Ra agg" Needle cried out and she saw that Needle had 5 gards tackling him.

"Get of him!" BushThorn demanded, the gards listened to her and bowled, 'No! now they think that I am plotting with my mother'.

"But he was attacking you" one gard said.

"Your mother is worried sick about, lets get you home" anuther said.

"Yeah real funny, my mother worried about ME if anything she's worried about her place on the thrown" BushThorn flicked her tail. "He wasn't attacking me he was... training me, yes he is training me how to fight. It's not like my father can" BushThorn defended Needle.

"Then you really are sofy" said the second gard.

"Of course I am, all mother did is make sure nothing can attack me and father always insulting me" BushThorn hissed deeply then stopped as her throat went dry.

"Well let's get you back to the mountain" the first gard suggested.

"No! I hate it there I'm staying" BushThorn sat down and narrowed her eyes.

"But Queen Petle will kill us if we don't return with you, she will know that we saw you" a third gard pleaded.

"Then don't go back, my mother hates the snow, just do there" BushThorn advised, "that's why the mountain looks like a volcano".

She then waved her tail dismissively, "well you going or my friend here is gona imprison you".

"Yes, then she can't find us" the first gard called out happily.

"Very well then, Needle you can take over" BushThorn sad in a calm tone but she felt like collapsing by the thought of offering other dragons.

Needle got vines to tie there snouts and the got very large leaves to blindfold them. They then headed back to the cave and Needle brought them to the back caves. BushThorn saw Frostbite giving her a wired look, "what?".

"So first you betray your mother then you betray the dragons who kept you safe" Frostbite growled.

"I didn't, they wanted to come" BushThorn argued.

"I don't want to be here" Frostbite snarled.

"Well QuiverWing brought you here not me" BushThorn shook her head.

"I did what?" QuiverWing asked from behind her.

"You brought him here" BushThorn answer.

"Well I talked to Wrath and he said that you should share a sleeping chamber with me and Scorch" QuiverWing informed.

"Are you kidding? she's a princess, she needs her own sleeping chamber" Frostbite snapped.

"Actually I like the idea of sharing" BushThorn nodded, QuiverWing waked Frostbite on the head, "that's a little violent".

"Well let's get you settled in" QuiverWing guided her to the sleeping chamber, "you can choose your spot". BushThorn walked in and saw one large bed up against the side wall and anuther right in the middle. There's a heating at the back wall and the main spots she could see is infront of the entrance, next to the heater or in the middle of the other two.

"I like this spot" BushThorn walked next to the heater and layed down.

"Nice spot" QuiverWing nodded her head up, "the moss is there". QuiverWing pointed her claws to the pile in the back corner, "I have to go now but you can manage on your own" she walked out. BushThorn grabbed a clawfull and spread it on the ground, this was her first time making her own bed but she found it easy.

Once she finished it she looked at it and nodded in approval, "calm down it's just a bed" Wraths voice boomed behind her.

"Wrath! is there something I can do for you?" BushThorn asked.

"Yes you can, tell me why Needles came back with 5 gards" he hissed.

"They were gona tell mother that I'm here, I don't want to leave you gave me a warmer welcome then she ever did" BushThorn explained.

"I see" he hissed slowly and squinted his eyes.

"I know that most dragons don't trust me but I'll do anything to prove that I'm not I want you to know that" BushThorn gulped quietly.

"I don't want you leaving the cave, and I want to keep a close eye on you and I only let you stay here as QuiverWing was the only one who insisted" Wrath sat down not lowering his gard. "QuiverWing believes that you are not like your mother and so does Scorch, now if that's true is up to what you do and how you fit in" BushThorn didn't know how to respond to that.

"Umm... well I know that I can't do anything even is I wanted to" BushThorn shrugged.

"You better hope that that is true" Wrath then walked out and BushThorn layed on her bed thinking to herself. She couldn't get how most dragons couldn't see her for her, all they see is her mother and it's starting to get to her a little. She sighed and rolled over so that her back faced the room and she looked at the wall. She fell asleep after a while and she had a dream, or nightmare.

She was in her mothers thrown room and she was sat on her thrown, her mother had dress up in jewellery. She only did that when a noble came over or an alliance with the blood grippers, it was uncomfortable and she can't see how her mother could were it all the time.

BushThorn looked at the new noble that was gona bribe his/her way into her mothers good side but the shook that ran through her when she saw QuiverWing (her best friend) wrapped in chains that squeezed her wings too tightly. Her furious look, the blood that ran down her snout as she tour the muzzle clean off and the sadness, the sadness was the worst of it. BushThorn couldn't stand watching her friend suffer like this, "STOP!" she begged to her mother.

There was no response, "mother please don't hurt her! let her go!" she cried. Nothing, it was like she not there, invisible. All that happend was that she begged for it to stop but nothing happened, BushThorn came to the realisation that her mother never listened to her, all she did was ignored her when ever she entered the room and only listened to her when she helped with madger things. "Please stop!" BushThorn beryed her nose into her claws.

"BushThorn! BushThorn!" QuiverWing shook her shoulder, "you ok? it looked like you had a nightmare" QuiverWing had a sweet smile and happy eyes. BushThorn just hugged her she didn't say anything, didn't give a singh and didn't cry just hugged her. "Ok is this something that happened with Wrath or something? if you want I can tell him to back off" QuiverWing stroked the spikes where on QuiverWing frills sat.

"No it isn't that, I just can't..." BushThorn lost her voice.

"Don't want to talk about it?" QuiverWing guessed, "is there anything I could do?" QuiverWing asked.

"No, I don't think you can" BushThorn layed back down and berryed her nose in the moss.

"Is this about your mother?" Queen sat infront of her and leaned downto reach eye contact.

"In a way, but I'm not too sure" BushThorn nuzzled the moss trying to get comfy.