Feather glided through the sky with slow, deliberate wingbeats, the cool wind brushing against his sleek scales as he soared high above the treetops. The sun hung low on the horizon, casting golden rays over the vast landscape below, but even the beauty of the skies couldn’t lift his mood. He had just finished yet another long, frustrating lecture from his father—one of the elder Windwings, a proud and disciplined dragon tribe known for their mastery of air currents and swift, graceful flight.

Feather let out an exaggerated sigh, his breath rippling through the breeze as he rolled his eyes. “Feather, don’t do this! Feather, don’t do that!” he muttered, mimicking his father’s stern tone with no small amount of irritation. “Ugh, like I don’t already know how to behave,” he grumbled to himself.

As he drifted lazily through the air, hoping to find something—anything—to distract him, a strange sight caught his eye. He slowed his wings, hovering in place as he stared ahead. There, nestled in the distance, was a large, wide island unlike any he had seen before. A thick, eerie fog clung to its surface like a veil, weaving between the ancient trees that covered the land from edge to edge. The forest below looked untouched, mysterious… and completely shrouded in shadows.

Curiosity sparked in Feather’s chest, replacing his boredom with intrigue. What was this place? He angled his wings and began a slow descent, his sharp eyes scanning the forest floor as he drew closer. Whatever secrets this island held, he was determined to find them. After all, what better way to escape his father's constant nagging than to dive headfirst into an adventure?