"Death. Come HERE right NOW." Death struggled with his pet horse but finally managed to get him off. Then he scurried over to his mom. "Be a good little SkeletonWing," his mom ordered, pointing to the bucket of water and shine. Death grumbled but cleaned the floor anyway. "Mom," started Death. "What is it?" his mom replied. "What if there are other dragons out there?" Death wondered, and his mom snapped him with her bony tail. "Don't be ridiculous. Of course not," she said, and that's when Death decided to find other dragons.
5 YEARS LATER
Death snarled at the island he was approaching. "She was wrong. There are other dragons besides the SkeletonWings on Forlorn Isles," he growled, his eyes narrowing.
When he reached the island, he found himself in a village filled with green dragons. He flew over the border and they all started attacking him. "Stop! I'm a friend!" Death exclaimed. The attackers stopped, and questions started hitting him harder than boulders.
"What are you?!"
"I'm a SkeletonWing."
"Where do you live?!"
"The Forlorn Isles."
"Are there any others like you?!"
"Yes. An entire tribe."
"WHY ARE YOU ALL BONY?!"
"I'm a SkeletonWing."
"ARE THERE ANY OTHERS LIKE YOU ON YOUR ISLAND?!"
"Yes."
"WHO? WHAT?!"
"StoneWings."
It was wild for Death, and he finally got the questions to die down. He stared at one of the green dragons that looked a little more rich than the others. "Who are you? What are you?" Death asked. "I'm a LeafWing. I'm one of the queens, my name is Queen Willow," the green dragon explained. Death just blinked. "What's a queen?" he asked. Willow studied him. "You mean you don't have queens where you come from?" Willow asked. "What's a queen?! No, we don't have them," Death said, shaking his head. "A queen is like a role of higher power, and she controls her tribe," Willow explained. Death wrinkled up his snout. "Sounds terrible," he grumbled. Willow sighed. "It does. It sure does."