"In the realm where silk meets sky, a SilkWing shall rise with wings of iridescent hue, Bound by destiny, they'll unravel mysteries old and new. In the heart of the hive, a HiveWing shall emerge, with wisdom beyond compare, Guiding their kin through trials, with a regal and just air. Amongst the verdant canopy, a LeafWing shall be born, in harmony with nature's song, Their wings shall shelter the forest as guardians steadfast and strong. Together, their paths entwined, they'll shape the fate of Pantala, in a prophecy divine." A prophecy made for Pantala almost seven years ago.

Cassytha: "Alright... stop goofing off, we have more important things to do.." They LeafWing spoke, his voice cold.

Ceraunus: "Aw! Come on! We have a little till we have to go!" The SilkWing grumbled. He spread his butterfly like wings.

Honeybee: "Come on, let's be kind, let's grabe some food and call it a night. We'll leave at dawn tomorrow." The HiveWing smiled gently. Looking up at his friends.