One late evening, two young serpentine were playing in the Forest. One of them, was a Hypnobrai. The other was a Fangpyre. The Hypnobrai child was called Skales, The Fangpyre child was called Fangtom. They were both having the time of their lives.

"Look at this, Fangtom," laughed Skales, doing a perfect somersault.

"Impressive, but can you do this?" asked Fangtom, beginning to parkour around the trees.

"Of course I can," he giggled in reply, parkouring with him. This lasted for about five minutes before Fangtom hit one of his heads on a tree.

"Are you okay, Fangtom?" panted The Hypnobrai, hands on his knees.

"Shush!" hissed his friend. Skales was confused. But then he heard it. The gentle buzz of an Electrocobrai. It was coming from a large bush.

"Want to check it out?" asked Fangtom, smiling slyly.

"Alright." he replied. He got down on all fours and slowly advanced towards the bush. Fangtom a few paces behind him. They crawled into the bush. They both saw a large lake, full of Electrocobrai. Skales was about to get out of the bush to have a closer look, but Fangtom held him back. He pointed at something. Skales looked where he was looking and gasped. It was an Anacondrai. He was lying near the lake, his tail resting in the grass and his head inches from the water. He looked quite young. Probably only a few years older than Skales and Fangtom. But, they both knew that Anacondrai were, by far, the most dangerous race of Serpentine. They were about to silently slip away when the Anacondrai, without looking up from the lake, said,

"It's rude to stare, you know."

"How did you know we were here?" asked Fangtom,

"Ha, like I'm not going to notice 3 pairs of eyes staring at me," he replied, "Come on out then."

Fangtom and Skales crawled out of the bush,

"A Fangpyre and a Hypnobrai." He said, still not looking up from the lake.

"You speak funny," said Skales, in the cutest way possible. The Anacondrai looked up from the lake,

"It's called a British accent." He growled, staring at him intently. He didn't say it angrily though, he looked partly pleased that someone had finally commented on his accent, albeit a slightly mean comment.

"Don't get me wrong, I think your 'accent' is awesome." Skales added, quickly. The Anacondrai smiled slightly.

"My name is Skales and that's Fangtom," he said, "what's your name?"

"Pythor," he replied, "Pythor P. Chumsworth."

"Skales, we need to go." Murmured Fangtom, tapping Skales on the Shoulder.

"There's no rush." Laughed Skales, pushing him away gently.

"No, Skales, we need to go now!" he said, in a panicky tone. He signalled towards another Anacondrai advancing towards them.

"Fangtom's right. Get out of here. Both of you!" Said Pythor shooing them away. Fangtom grabbed Skales' arm and dragged him into the bush. Once in the bush, he turned around and watched as the other Anacondrai advanced towards Pythor. He had bright green eyes and was wearing a special type of armour. Skales instantly recognised him as General Arcturus. Pythor tried to turn invisible to hide, but Arcturus had already seen him and had hit him on the head.

"You can't spend all day by this stupid lake, Pythor!" He growled, hands on his hips.

"It's not stupid," Pythor mumbled under his breath, Arcturus hit him on the head again.

"Don't you dare speak back to your father, boy!" he hissed, he pulled him up and dragged him away.

"Geez, his dad is mean." Said Fangtom, who was watching too.

"At least he has a dad." Sighed Skales, Fangtom looked at him with Sympathy.

"I'm going home." He said, walking away, "Bye, Skales," Skales waved him goodbye. He sighed and walked over to a tall tree. He hoisted himself up onto the thickest branch. Then, the Homeless Hypnobrai fell asleep.