Prologue: Before the Capture

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    Third person POV

    Chameleon snuck through the jungle barely hitting the ground with his claws. His belly low to the floor, he narrowed his eyes at a NightWing. She was black, except for her underbelly. It was slightly purple.
    Chameleon hissed happily, and the NightWing whirled around. But Chameleon's green scales hid him.
    Phantomhunter scanned the trees one last time before going back to her flowers. She wanted just the right one for Moonraiser.
    Moonraiser bounded into the clearing just as Phantomhunter was picking one.
    "Have you got your flower yet!?" She asked excitedly. Phantomhunter smiled and nodded. Moonraiser yelped. She showed Phantomhunter the flower she got her. It was a beautiful, elegant rose, but she must have done something to it, because it was black, but then...
    "Oh, wow." Phantomhunter breathed. The rose was faded from black on the outside to purple on the inside. A bee passed right by the flower. Clearly, it didn't want to sting the dragons.
    Phantomhunter brought out the flower she got for Moonraiser. It was white, but again, Phantomhunter enchanted it, because it was dappled with rainbow specks here and there.
    "It's beautiful." Moonraiser said. She handed her flower to her mate, who gave Moonraiser her flower. Moonraiser smiled and flew off toward the village.
    Chameleon breathed in sharply. This was his last chance before Moonraiser came back. He had to strike now.
    As quick as lightning, Chameleon grabbed Phantomhunter's snout. She tried to bite him and scream, but he didn't let go. Chameleon dragged the NightWing (who was protesting silently, by kicking and thrashing around) over to the woods where he took a big stick and hit her head with it.
    Phantomhunter was knocked out instantly, her body going limp the second he hit her head. Chameleon took the flower she was still holding and tossed it into the clearing. He had no use for it.
    The RainWing put Phantomhunter in a sack and put her on his back. Then he took off toward the ocean where the other continent was waiting for him... and for her.

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