When Zeldris and his older brother , Meliodas where younger, Their mother and father, the Demon King would tell them a story, one unique to all the rest— "Far, far to the west of Britannia. Across the mighty dark sea, There's a place, a island untouched by all. It's called Sylphara. The land was warm, trees were the most vibrant of green, flowers never welt, the land that glows under the moonlight, the land produced all you could eat, floating mountains. Water so clean it was see through. A distinct land beyond the reach of clans. Far form flames of war. There, you can live a life without pain or suffering and never wonder alone. If you wanted to escape your life you have now, you would go there to make new, to run away.. youll go there. No one would look for you there. A much as this land is a good, it is home to a hidden clan named the Draethros. A mix between dragon and human. The Draethros clan grew alongside the others races but they flew away when the act of violence got worse. began. Some say they are still alive only and thriving on Sylphara. And if you stumble onto their home, they might welcome you like they did before violence had taken root”

'but it was just an old story from his old man. There is no such thing… just pathetic a fairytale..’

One day while flying over a human village on the rough ocean cost of Britannia, that the commandments and him were destroying and taking over to feast on their souls. Zeldris was blown away by a powerful gussed of wind, then into the wavy uncontrollable.

After fighting the waves that tried keeping him under for what felt like days. Zeldris finally arrived on a sandy beach of island. While gasping for air, coughing out water. Before he could get up again and get back to Britannia, his vision went black. Exhaustion taking over…

When he waked again unfamiliar language filled his ears, nun hes heard of on Britannia over his years of life. His eyes opened he saw that he was now in a circle stone room, vines coming in through the large openings, showing a masive fairytale juggle outside of it.

When standing up with a small groan, his eyes landed on two figures looking at him, standing guard almost.. They were tall above any normal height, with scales scattered over their skin, short curved horns, with masive sharp wings and long, whip like tails, wearing woven clouths just covering the needed parts.

‘They didn't look like any clan members he's ever seen… Draethros… their a myth..’

The two male's suddenly bowed their heads and mumble a 'Good evening Chief. Zeldris eyes tore away from the two males, to looked at the person, another that look similar to the males, who walked into the room. who must be the leader of this clan..you..