Episode 1: The Birth of a Legend.

Chapter 1: Backwing Valley.

Three years later…

Spring time reigned over the earth as a Light fog covered the ground. The young shoots of trees were covered in small dew droplets, some of which slowly rolled out and coalesced into one that dropped unto a small blue flower below, creating a gentle trill that broke the silence of the valley. The small droplets reflected the light of the Night Circle that hastily retreated behind the mountains.

Two hours later, a warming Bright circle slowly rose from the opposite side of the mountains, casting it's rays down into the caves where they were reflected by the shiny scales of its owner. The rays warmed up a huge body of the creature that peaceful slept inside its cool cave, however the glint of the light, caused the creature to slowly open its eye.

The creature slowly stood up on its four legs before letting out a huge yawn, showing it's white teeth as it stretched its body and flared up it's wings before slowly walking outside into the foggy morning. Once the fog cleared slightly, the creature proudly stood in all its glory.

The creature had a huge muscular body, completely covered in strong armor-like scales. Stretching along its spine were a series of thick spikes. And it had a long and muscular tail which tip was adorned by a large spike.

But the biggest, and most incredible fact was that the creature was standing on four legs, while it also had a pair of wings on its back. Simply incredible! Since no animal had such a body structure, four legs and two wings. It was real, living, breathing, dragon! The mighty creations of myth and legend whose tales were spoken by generations to come.

The dragons that lived in the land they called Dragvalley were not bloodthirsty despots and monsters like stories told us, instead they were peaceful protectors, who would fight for freedom instead of a piece of prey. And they came in such a wide variety of colors. Some had spots or stripes, sometimes both. Some of the dragons had small wings that barely let them take off the ground, if at all. While others had large and wide wings that let them soar as high as they wanted.

But the residents of Dragvalley didn't call themselves dragons, instead they called themselves Backwings, due to the location of their wings above their shoulders and not on their front legs like those of the Flyers. The valley was also home to a large variety of species; From tiny Leafhiders to gigantic Twofeet and Longbodies.

Among such an abundance of species that inhabited this safe and beautiful land, it was impossible not to notice one other species who had a very rare trait among the Backwings. They were called Softheads, and they sported a soft and silky mane, just like human hair. Such a trait was only shared by only a few other species, but thus far, only Softheads had a true mane.

Softheads also had wings that were long and narrow, which allowed them to soar in the sky for long periods of time. Their heads were also decorated with a pair of huge horns that were angled horizontally backwards. Each elbow on their forelegs had a spike which curved slightly upwards. At the end of their tails there could also be a wide arrangement of decorations, like; a webbed fan, tuft of feathers, a shark-like fin or just an ordinary arrow shaped tail tip.

Their head was more like a horse's, but it was not difficult to notice a beak akin to those of an eagle. The beak was primarily used as either defencive weapon, or as a third limb to grab things. In general you could say that the Softheads resembled half-horses and half-eagle, however their magnificent grace and posture easily disproved that resemblance. Their proudly raised heads, slim body, strong hind legs and a smooth posture gave them a feline-like outline. The claws on their paws were slightly inward when they walked, in addition to them having soft pads on their palms and feet.

As the Backwing looked out in the distance, it could see that the younglings were already awake. They playfully jumped around, trying to pounce on one another as they gracefully avoided each other, their bodies like springs, winded up when they were about to pounce and immediately straightened out when in the air. It was then that one of the younger Backwings was pounced upon and both giggled as they were engaged in a small play fight.

The adult Backwing couldn't help but smile at the scene before him, it was indeed a peaceful time.

In one of the caves, lived a special pair of Softheads. Drake and Drago, who were the guardians of Dragvalley. Drake was an emerald colored Backwing with a topaz colored mane and he was the leader of Dragvalley's flock, his ancestors ruled these lands for countless generations as they protected the valley from those who would bring chaos and disorder to this tranquil land.

However several years ago, he found a wonderful companion in his life, filling the emptiness he felt inside of his heart with something that any lonely creature wants.

Drago arrived in Dragvalley around three Cold Times ago. They met each other at a young age when during a rather harsh cold time, Drake led his flock on a migration to warmer and more bountiful lands. The young male Backwing had never seen a female of such beauty, and now years later, they had finally met each other again.

But when Drake announced that he will be taking Drago as his mate, the flock reached with worry and contempt for the new female. After all, Drago was not of any great lineage in their eyes, just a simple Backwing trying to weasel her way into a powerful position. So there was a bunch of nervous whispers in the crowd.

"What do you think frightened our leader to a point that he had to take a simple female?"

"No, she is just playing him around her claws… I say she charmed him with her beauty."

"What will be the future for Drake's line? She doesn't even have a drop of guardian blood!"

"I know… there were plenty of females from more prominent lines he could have chosen…"

"Maybe she charmed him with her gift? Look at him and her, if only we could open our leader's eyes…"

The Backwings chattered in the background as they spread rumors throughout the assembled crowd, of either the leader's fear or the female's magical charm.

But they didn't know one heavy truth about the amethyst colored 'simple' female. It is that she was a descendant of a most ancient and powerful line of Guardians, the last of her line in whose veins flowed the blood of power unmatched.

So why did she decide to hide her origin? There were serious reasons for that, and that Drago didn't have a home or relatives to come to for shelter. All her life she spent traveling with her brothers, even though they were not her actual siblings, they treated each other as such. They were inseparable until fate decided to play her cruel hand, and one of the brothers started hating her.

But for what reason did one of her brothers suddenly started hating her? She didn't tell, in fear it might bring shame or worse… so she hid it. That secret was only known to her and two 'brothers' and as such, she needed protection from whoever is trying to harm her, so she agreed to become a mate to Dragvalley's leader in hopes she would be protected.

Because if Dragvalley can't protect her… then no one on this world could.

So she and Drake didn't pay much attention to the looks of contempt other had for her, after all they now have set sights on a much more important goal. To create their offspring, and for Drago it was a perfect chance to continue her lineage.

For the last cold time she didn't come out of her cave, and the reason was quite obvious. Three small eggs, sitting inside a warm nest, inside of which they carried the genes of two greatest generations, and long awaited heirs to their lineage.

During all that time, the mother carried those eggs inside of her belly, protecting them from the outside dangers. So when she finally laid them, their appearance was kept as a very strict secret from the Dragvalley's residents, and the outside world. Not even a single rumor should escape the confines of their home cave. But thankfully, the residents didn't poke and prod at her.

After all, they were still talking about how a female with no lineage was able to woo over their leader. So any other rumors were quickly stifled out.

As Drago nuzzled her eggs a bit, she smiled a warm smile, for soon there will be a day that would become their happiest moment in life. But deep inside she knew was that this event, might actually cause her more suffering than happiness.