The Beginning

Stardown looked ahead. There it was. The island. “We made it!” Cried Sunset, tiredly panting. “Yes, yes we did.” Stardown grinned. “I wonder what we should call it..” Brilliant!

I tiredly rested my claws into the sand of Sundown. I love it here. Theres plenty of food, and the tribes get along now. We never had any wars and Stardown has been excellent at planning stuff. He is a true leader destined to lead this Island as easy as pie. “ Hey brother! “ Stardown grinned as he flapped his wings to the ground. I wish I had wings.. I thought to himself. He would be able to eat the cotton candy looking clouds. That would be amazing! “So, when can we just have some time to sibling bond? “ I frowned. “ We can no—“ “ Mr. Stardown! The fire wolves are up with their temper again!” Hissed a raptor wolf. “ Oh this must be your brother. “ He glared and frowned at me. Why does he appreciate my brother and not me? Its because I wasn’t made a statue of? Or was I just not a winged wolf and not too cool enough to be worshipped. “ Wait!” I hollered but it was too late. Stardown was gone and the raptor stuck his tongue out at me. I held back my tears and rushed into my den. “ Noone is going to like me. Even if I was related to Stardown.” I hissed, throwing myself to the ground. “ Ouch! “ I turned to my mirror. “ Why are there mushrooms on me? My pupils faded. My eyes started to glow. I had the urge to run to a mystical forest. “ How about that!” I barked with joy, packing my things and running away.