Early morning. The dragon was in the sky all night, reaching the place where hundreds of dragons roamed. His wings flapped convulsively, he involuntarily glanced at his paws, sighing.

He was always not like everyone else, all the skywings - They breathe fire, and that's it. But it was defective.. Color, the ability to contain a current inside itself and beat with it... He was hated and feared, Over the years of hatred in his direction, he has become colder, harsher and more aggressive. In addition to all this, pyrrhia and Pantalus were attacked by an unknown disease, due to which aggression and distrust of strange dragons increased...However...

Recently, he heard about strange rumors. A wondrous island where such defective dragons are only welcome... The island of outcasts... And.. Judging by the silhouette of the island that he saw. It's true

The dragon claws carefully grabbed the sand as he landed, he had already been met by several dragons. A rainwing that cannot change colors, an albino seawing... Wow..