The wind blew softly through Syuveil's hair as he eased through the woods. Ever since he spotted the dragon a month ago, Wingly sightings had increased. It was only a matter of time before they finally found it, it's not like its hard to miss.
"Unless they mistake it for a rock," Syuveil thought to himself, "A huge, white rock, with wings and teeth and claws." That would be an interesting rock.
Usually he would be happy to see a Wingly. The beings intrigued him to no end. There ability to use magic almost made him envious. Almost. He would never envy a species so cruel and selfish as Winglies. He would not mind having magic, or even the ability to fly, but never to be an actual Wingly.
"Fat chance of that ever happening." He thought once again, "only Winglies fly and use magic, and I am certainly not a Wingly."
He walked silently through the woods as he thought to himself. Alone. No one else but him. No friends, no family, no aquaintences.
"Just me and the stupid bugs," he muttered. And he had the Winglies to thank for it.
It had been five years since he had returned from the forest to find his entire village empty. Five years since the Winglies had decided to rule all of Endiness instead of living within it. He had gone out to study like he always did. Fascinated by science and learning, the forest was the only place where he found quiet. Now he is alone.
Hiking up a hill, he dug his spear into the ground to heist himself up easier. He may be in good shape, but after walking all day, he could some help every now and then. The metal spear in his hand would have been heavy to most, but he had been used to it for five years now. He had found it sticking out of a Wingly when he had returned to his village. It was his brother's spear, and he was certain the one dead Wingly was his brother's work. Feyrbrand may have been his twin, but he possessed more skill with a spear than Syuveil did. Granted he was equally talented as his brother had been, but Feyrbrand had always been stronger. He missed them all so much, but after five years he had grown to deal with their loss and Feyrbrands certain death.
Now that he is older, stronger, and wiser, he is going to get them back. Hopefully, his older sister and youngest brother had not met the same fate as his twin more than likely had. He was certain his parents still lived. If his parents can put up with him and his siblings, they can withstand anything.
At the other side of this mountain was the Wingly city of Arvinen. He had a hunch his family was there. And if they were, they were coming back with him.
