Zenith was proud to be a Skywing, the best tribe of all. Zenith was orange with red tints and a copper sheen. He had the biggest wings of all the Skywings. He was in the rainforest to get his sickly sister info on the academy. She wanted him to go because she loved learning, but he wanted to go because they had no mom, no dad and the Skywing healers wouldn't help him. So he hoped to find a cure for his sister. He had only felt okay about leaving when his twin brother had agreed to take her to the Talons of Peace who would care for her carefully. Their mom had died there about a year ago. 3 years after their dad died Zenith's mom abandoned them in a cave. Later they learned she had joined the talons of peace. But Zenith couldn't dwell on the past now. He had to focus. Then he noticed Cryptic. Wow. She's gorgeous. So graceful and shy and smart and- Wow. Snap out of it Zenith Focus. Must bring Granite back her info. Oh her wings they're silver. Who is this dragon? "Hey, Skywing Mc lover boy, move up!" Zenith suddenly felt his temper rising, he whirled around to find himself face to face with an overgrown Mudwing. Smoke began to rise from his snout. "How. Dare. You. Flathead can you even hear me with those puny little ears! Even so, you're so dense I don't think you would understand! You're too thickheaded to care!" Zenith stretched his powerful wings then he smacked the Mudwing's head. Hard. With a burst of flame toward the Mudwing, Zenith leapt into the sky grabbed a pamphlet from the stall passing out info and sped off to the Sky Kingdom. As he left he heard someone say "He's a Hothead of the Century, isn't he?"