It was sundown. A fox slinked down to the bank of the river, and heard something in the bushes. A black dragon, even darker than a Nightwing, emerged. Then, another dragon overhead, the same color, beat it's wings to land. The fox slowly pushed itself down against the tickly grass, trying to not draw attention. The first dragon murmured "Are you sure no one followed you, Silhouette?" "No, I'm sure." Said Silhouette. "Have you got it?" The first dragon asked eagerly. "Yes, yes calm down, Twilight." Silhouette gave the scroll to Twilight. Twilight opened the scroll.
Hidden from the world, there is a place, the legends were lost, with different tribes of a different case, no magic to dominate, no powers to dictate, a group of seven must find the continent, before its too late, not the lost continent, but another...
"They're going to find us?" Twilight gasped. "I-I don't know." Silhouette stammered. "It might not be for years."
"I hope so."
"Me too."