Disclaimer: I own nothing of Dragon Flyz, which is owned by Gaumont Pictures. Only the plot is mine.
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Dram knew he was a stranger on Airlandis.
Even though he'd lived on the golden, flying city for over twenty years now, he was still an outsider and why wouldn't he be?
He was the only draman living on the city and a prime target for any attacking dark dramen on both the city and on Old Earth.
They considered him a traitor to dramen-kind despite that they themselves aligned with the tyrant Dread Wing. Even the regular dramen on Old Earth weren't certain how to deal with him or act around him.
Dram had lived on Airlandis with the humans for so long, had absorbed so much of their culture and ideals into himself, that he was 'ruined' for regular dramen society.
Was there anywhere he could truly fit into anymore?
His troubled thoughts were interrupted by a sudden weight jumping onto his back and grabbing him around the shoulders. Thankfully a small breeze had brought his little brother's scent to him, so Peak was only dragged into a headlock instead of being tossed into the opposing wall.
Ignoring the teen's protests, Dram looked up to see his other siblings approaching him and he couldn't help a smile.
Outsider and stranger to both Old Earth and Airlandis he might be, but he had his family at least.