It was mid day. Everything was as it should have been with various animals moving through the foliage and making noise accordingly. However, if one cared to listen, they would hear the mumbling of a dragon from above.
"Banishment! Of all things to befall me, it had to be banishment!" The upset SeaWing flew over Pyrrhia away from the Kingdom of the Sea; away from his home. He only carried with him a satchel that housed a few blank scrolls and a container of ink.
"Honestly, it's a bit extreme for one measly scroll... Well, it was a couple of scrolls, but they were insignificant! It's not like they were 'The History of the Royal Family' or 'The Secrets of the Animus'. And it's not like anyone would miss them. Unlike some dragons, they at least have the treasure to replace them. Is it so wrong of me to want my own collection of scrolls even if they aren't significant or numerous." The SeaWing took a breath and sighed. "Though, in all honesty, banishment isn't the worst thing they could have done. At least this will allow me to make a name for myself without any—".
From amongst the sounds of the forest below, the SeaWing heard the sound of conflict; a mix between a dragon and a big cat. He looked down, but couldn't immediately see what was causing the ruckus. He began to circle in the air while descending towards the ground until he found what he was looking for. While still in the air, the SeaWing watched as a dragonet stood menacingly over a boar carcass and was growling at a jaguar. The jaguar was equally menacing towards the little dragon as it stood its ground.
Thinking it was the right thing to do, the SeaWing swooped down in the middle like a hero and roared in the face of the jaguar with his wings extended. Knowing that it was out matched, the jaguar turned and ran into the forest. With his wing folded back and his body relaxed, the SeaWing began to dust of any dirt or mud that had got on him upon his landing.
"Well, that was unpleasant. But at least you're sa—". The SeaWing turned around to see if the dragnet was ok only to find that they were already dragging the boar corpse away. "Uh, excuse me."
The dragonet hissed at the response while still trying to drag the corpse away. Now that the SeaWing took a moment to look, the dragonet looked like a MudWing. His scales were a traditional brown until you got to the tail end where the scales seemed to turn black. Speaking of the tail, it was a lot more slender and dexterous than any Mudwing he had seen. The MudWing continue to drag his prize with little effort while the SeaWing followed until they reached a small mud hut.
Dropping the leg of the boar, the MudWing let out a scratchy roar into the hut. Three more dragonets emerged from the hut and the SeaWing was shock to see how different they all looked from one another. The first to emerge was a dragonet who's scales were red all over. She was probably the most MudWing looking out of all of them, except her neck was longer than it should have been. The last two were the oddest since they hardly had anything that resembled a MudWing. They were a lot more slender in form and their snouts were triangular a pose to a square look. Their scales swirled with the green of the forest and the red and brown of their den mats.
The SeaWing had never seen anything like this. There were so many questions he wanted to ask, however, he knew there was no one around to entertain them. But what should he do? If they were MudWings, then he could just leave them here and not worry.
"But you're not normal MudWings, are you?", said the SeaWing as he pulled out his scroll and ink. He dipped one of his claws into the ink and began writing.
Jetstream's Tales: First day of Banishment
I have traveled far fromIt hasn't been more than a day since I've left the Kingdom of Sea and I've already made an interesting discovery. It's no secret that in the land of Pyrrhia, there are many kinds of dragons; some of which whose parents are of different tribes. Today, I've found such dragonets on the border of the MudWing kingdom and the forest south of it. Though I have a strong theory as to who the parents may be, I wish to study these dragonets closer to see what they are capable of.
All the while Jetstream was writing, the biggest "MudWing" watched him as the other three ate their meal. He seemed more curious now than aggressive which was a good thing. Jetstream looked up at them with a single thought.
"I never did ask your names, did I? Well, I guess I should start. My name is Jetstream, former—I mean…. future author of many stories." Jetstream had a hand raised and his head tilted upward as if he was posing for a painting. However, none of the dragonets reacted aside form them all looking at him with blank curiosity. "D-did any of you understood a word I said?", he asked his audience. All the dragonets blinked and stared.
"If that's the case, wouldn't that mean you don't have names? Or maybe you don't know the proper way of expressing them." With that in mind, Jetstream began to write in his scroll again as all the dragonets began eating.
It has come to my attention that the dragonets before me do not have names, or at the very least, are unaware of them. I shall give them names as it will make identifying them easier.
It didn't take long for him to name the first dragonet he meet Alligator. It was a simple MudWing name with no real meaning or reasoning as to why it was chosen. If there had to be a reason, it would have to be the fact that alligators were some of Jetstream's favorite amphibious animals.
The other three weren't as quick to come to mind. Since none of them looked like they were completely MudWings, it made sense that their names should reflect such uniqueness. The red dragonet was eventually named Treefire since she, out of all of them, had the hottest flames. At one point, while they were practicing their skills, Treefire nearly set the rainforest ablaze even though her fire wasn't that close to any of the foliage.
The female multicolored dragonet was name Leafall. She had the furthest range when it came to shooting her venom, though, that had little to do with her name. Like her male counterpart, she was really good at hiding in her surroundings that sometimes she would be unnoticeable even when she wasn't trying to hid. Luckily, Jetstream had grown capable of knowing where she was even while clocked; most of the time.
The male twin was just as capable at hiding like his sister, but he wasn't the best at it. In fact, this sibling was the less skilled in all other the traits in comparison. Strength, keeping a solid color at one moment, venom spitting distance and fire intensity were all things he fell short in. However, when it came for the time to have fun, they would all find a mud puddle to relax in. While his siblings sat in the mud, he would swim through it. His sibs would try to chase him, but he was faster than them with his slender body and mastery in moving in the thick sludge. It was from these feats that Jetstream gave the dragonet the name Mud. It wasn't the best name, but it would do for its purpose. All in all, they each like the names they were given.
Jetstream was not oblivious to the dragonet's abilities. The first time he saw them secreting venom, he knew immediately who the second parent was. When ever he would make a new discovery about them, he would write it down in one of his scrolls. All the while, he would teach the dragonets how to write, read and speak the common language of the land.
When he ran out of scrolls and ink, Jetstream would go out and collect materials. He figured that if he "took" what no one wanted, then he couldn't really be called a thief. The main problem was that the more literate place in Pyrrhia were days away from where he was now (not including the Kingdom of Sea, of course). He would manage, however, as long as he got back to the dragonets safely. "Take only what you can carry," he would tell himself.
Nothing much changed where they were other than their home. It got bigger while also gaining leaf above it to make it harder to find for the untrained eye. "It's for protection," Jetstream would tell the dragonets, and that would be the end of it.
Time passed without a care in the world. A night had just descended upon the odd group of dragons with Jetstream once again writing in his scrolls. However, this night would be one that stuck with him when Mud asked him a question seemingly out of the blue.
"Hey, Jetstream," the littlest dragon asked.
"Hmm?" Jetstream did not look up from his work, but he would was able hear what was being asked all the same.
"Did our parents really abandon us?"
Jetstream stopped his writing and looked at Mud. He had told them what he knew about MudWing habits, but didn't know what to tell them about RianWings. He could only guess, based on RainWings lazy nature, that they wouldn't be the best of parents. With that in mind, he was taken aback at how sad Mud looked at the thought of his parents not caring for him or any of his sibs.
He took a moment to choose his words carefully. "Well, based on what we know, it's easy to say that they didn't care by nature alone. However, the more I think about your situation, the more I think it may not be that simple."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, if they really didn't care, then I can see why you were left in the middle nowhere. But this isn't the middle of nowhere. Your nest was built between both of your parents tribes. If they didn't care, then I strongly doubt they would put you in such a spot where each parent can equally visit you whenever they so choose."
"But even after all this time, they never came back. Isn't that not enough prove to they don't care?"
"It can be, but I like to look at it as we don't know their side of the story. Maybe they had good reason; maybe not. The fact is you don't know. I understand that's not the best answer, but at least this way you can have hope."
Hope. Ever since that night, Jetstream had wondered if they needed hope. They weren't ambitious like him and didn't look forward to anything other than their next meal among other things. There was nothing wrong with that, he would think to himself, but surely they couldn't go their whole live like this. At the end of the day, Jetstream couldn't think of any way to make their life any more interesting, but maybe when he released his first written scroll to Pyriha, things would change for the better.