"Come on were almost there!" said pond, rushing him as always.
"Alright alright, don't rush me,ill be there in a few...few...minutes..." Said storm, clearly exhausted.
They were almost near the hunting grounds, where most of the food sources for the tribes was located.
"What if the Wyverns come back and we're chased out again?" Exclaimed storm. "You know how dangerous they are in groups.
"OH PLEASE! That was two months ago! Besides, they apologized to the tribes for driving them out, remember?"
"I guess your right darling..." he sighed, knowing he couldn't win arguments with her.
"WAIT!" Yelled pond unexpectedly.
"Wait what?" He slammed into her, shocked at the sudden remark.
Pond sniffed the air carefully.
"Nightwings..."
"Nightwings?" exclaimed storm. "why would they be hunting during the day?"
"Not hunting, Tracking..."
"Tracking what?" Said storm
Nightwings were the most feared tribe of them all,especially when their king, DreamCrusher, came into power.
"I think their tracking us..." Said pond, eyeing their surroundings carefully.
Storm and pond saw the forest around them move with figures a a dark color.
"GET DOWN!" yelled pond.
In a flurry of arrows and spears, lie the corpses of two Seawing, in a field of blood.
These two were special though, EXTREMELY special.
This dragon couple, they had brought into the world an albino, animus Seawing and his sister.
The albino one would change Diatrosses fate for eternity, and not just Diatross...
Pyrrhia...he would change their fate as well...as the one trying to destroy it...mad with power...animus power...
But that's not what this is about, no no...this is the story of Stray, an animus outcast with his sister trying to find a home after their parents had died.
They may be the only hope, with a few others, to diatrosses future...