The wind was blowing, trees began to tangle its branches onto others and their leaves fell like the spring blossoms.

Fall is ending, and winter is around the corner.

I looked at the setting sun that was before my eyes. "I sense danger," I whispered to myself, "A terrible storm is coming..." "Xiao Mei! Please come back into the village!" Glancing back, I see one of my tribe's handmaids standing near the entrance, waving at me. "Y-Yes! I'll be right there!"

"I'm back!" I yelled as I walked in my shared tent. My brother, Lars, was sitting down and was weaving new cloths for the tribe. "You're back early," he said to me, "I thought you would stay out until midnight." Giggling, I sat in a spot next to him and began to help him out. "Not this time, it was getting really cold out." Lars smiles, "At least you got in before Venetta could yell at you." "You still call her that? I mean, she despises her real name..." Sighing, my brother stopped his weaving, "She just needs some time, Mei. You already know what happened. Both her and father will never be the same." I looked over to a pile of pillows and rugs, it used to be mother's before she disappeared from the tribe. "Come to think of it, where is father?" I asked him, resuming help. "He's leading a hunt, after all, he is the chief. I could've went with him, but I had other things to do. He'll be furious by the time he comes back." I laughed at him.

"He will be, to be honest. Maybe he'll punish you like he did last time!" Scoffing, he yelled back, "You mean no weaving for a week? Or a month, perhaps? Or for a year? I can totally go on with that, but, it'll be boring." Weaving was Lars' passion. He's taller than us, he's stronger than us, but he never liked to hunt or fight, and all he ever did was weave nice things for everyone. Lars is pretty much a big-hearted man for someone that's born in a tribe where everyone has to fend for themselves. "Then what can you do?" I asked him again, he looked up and smiled. "I'll do some painting, maybe." he answers. "Painting?! Ooh, can you paint me?" "I don't know if I can since I have no actual experience, but sure. I guess I can do it." I jumped up it with glee and went to hug. "Excellent!" I said as he hugged me back. All was calm, until we heard a voice.

"Are we done here, or are we just going to hug it out?"

Looking up, we find Venus standing with a big basket full of fish and water. "Sister! You're back!" Putting it down, she walks over to us and crouches down. "And you're back early. What's the occasion?" "Well, it was getting cold so I came back!" I said cheerfully, hoping to lighten up the mood. Venus then looked at brother. "Hm. What about you Lars? How is Father going to punish you this time for weaving instead of hunting with him?" Lars scoffed and said, "Maybe he'll take away my weaving privileges, but I'll try to do something else different from fighting and hunting."

Rolling her eyes, Venus sits down and puffs out a sigh. "Really, Lars? The world is already terrible as it is. People are now fighting each other for power. We have to fight so everything can go back to the way it is. You, on the other hand, are so sensitive that you won't even take up fighting! You are a weak man, Lars!" "Venus!" I shouted. "You can't just do him like that! He's just trying to help out everyone with all of his heart!" Venus grunts, "Well he isn't helping enough." I glanced over to Lars, only to find him fuming with anger and hurt. "Then what's with you, Venetta? Do tell me how my help isn't as good as your 'so-called' advice?" he asked.  "I'm trying to make sure we don't make mistakes in this tribe, also, never, EVER, call me that." Venus hissed at him, standing up. "Just be happy for once, Venetta! Be happy that no one hasn't fired at us yet! Be happy that that the whole tribe is strivng, be happy that both Xiao Mei and I are happy!" As the two continued to argue, I felt my anger and sadness building up.

Why can't they just make up with each other? They always do this everyday, argue about all the tiny little things. I jumped from Lars' side and startled both him and Venus. "Maybe..." I yelled, "Maybe if you guys could just get along during this time of quarrel, I would've been more happy!" I run out of our tent, shedding tears along the way. I ran past all of our people and their tents, our cattle, and outside of the tribe. Once I made it to the grasslands, I fell to my knees and began to sob. Everything was just too much at the moment, I wanted everything to be at peace. With the war happening, nothing will never be the same.

I look up from my knees to stare at the moon. It was very bright and beautiful tonight, it was almost like it was putting me in a trance.

Or is it?

I didn't want to take my eyes off of it, I never even bother to wipe my now dry tears from my cheeks. Then, I blinked. My eyes wondered around the grasslands, thinking about what just happened. "W-What?" I asked myself. Glancing around once more, I found a tiny creature on the ground, unconscious. It was a light purple, with a bit of red mixed in, a rabbit-like ears and tail, but didn't showed its face. Standing up, I walked over to it and picked it up.

It...it was a small dragon!

I examined it, finding a few scratches and wounds on its face, body, and ears. However, there was a tiny crescent-shaped jewel on its chest. Someone or something probably messed with it, or else. I looked back up to moon.

"Did it came from there?" I asked, but I soon hesitated. "No, that's nonsense, why would a dragon come from the moon? It doesn't matter, I have to get it back to the village now."

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"Everyone, I- Father?"

My father, the Chief, sat down with Venus and Lars. The two of their faces were scrunched up into disappointment, frustration...and fear.

"Xiao Mei," My father said, sadness in his golden eyes.

"Altea has declared war on us."

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Welp that's chapter one! Will dragon-chan be healed?

Will Venus accept her full name?

Will Altea make the first move???

Will I stop saying stuff like this???????

Find out next time!

~Chibi~