The night air was quiet and peaceful as a RainWing mother held a small body in her arms. The dragonet was so small and puny, too weak to make it in the harsh world they lived in. She barely was the size of her mother's small palm.

Two dragons looked down at the mother, one as bright as the three moons, while the other was as dark as an abyss.

They weren't carbon copies of one another, a few differences between them. The white one was bigger, having more curvy horns and rounded four out of six wings. The other had more sharper ends, with a pair of wings that were upside down.

Yet they shared the RainWing's looks, but at the same time, looked nothing like her. They were blends of everything, all tribes mixed together.

They stood silently, watching the mother quietly sleep with her little one, holding the small body close to her chest as she held a soft smile on her sleeping face.

The black dragon turned to the white dragon, his brother.

"What did you have planned for her?" he asked. The white dragon looked to the other, a look of guilt in his golden eyes.

"I had planned for her to be a healer, to show that even a dragon as small as she was can find a place in their society. She... came sooner then I had hoped. I don't want to let her live a cruel life. Could you take her?"

The black dragon smile, nodding to him. "Of course."

With a ruffle of his six wings, the amalgamation vanished to the land of the mortals.

The night stars twinkled in the heavens above, all the souls the Wings of Death had taken to the afterlife watching him bring a new friend to them.

The black dragon rested his talons on the grassy, soggy rainforest floor. The mother and dragonet was only a small walk away. He smiled gently, beginning to climb up to the ramps and platforms.

He would escort the dragonet personally, so she couldn't get lost on the way to the land of the dead.

He quietly walked along the platforms the RainWings had built to connect their huts together in the trees, so it would be safe for their dragonets and elders.

Moonlight filtered through the leaves overhead, beams glittering down like ribbons of sparkling silk. He loved his brother's creative mind, how he artistically made every thing so beautiful.

His brother, Lirix, was in charge of everything living: flowers, animals, dragons. Any thing that had a life source, he looked out for, creating more to fill up his canvas that was the world they governed over.

Everyone praised him back when it was all new; but over time, over the thousands of years the two had ruled over, fewer dragons cared about them.

Only a few knew who they were; but they were both fine with it. When Lirix created them, he didn't want to be all that remembered, wishing for them all to be themselves no matter what. If they forgot, he didn't care, they were living the life he had given them, making the best of it.

Then, there was him, the black dragon. He was in charge of death and making sure there was room for his brother's new creations. He balanced Lirix's life granting abilities, the one who helped kept souls from suffering from sickness and cruel lives.

Yet, he was hated for his gifts. He was hated for what he was, hated for being the Wings of Death. Lirix had always told him, even from the beginning, that what he was doing was important, and to never listen to them.

But he did. He always did. He would force a smile on his face and tell him brother he was fine, that nothing was wrong as mortals cursed and spat his name with hatred.

Here he was, going to hear the same wails and curses he always hated hearing. He stood before the hut door, before walking through it, not bothering to open it.

The black dragon looked around in the small hut, spotting the small family painting of the mother and who was presumably her own parents. A small painting of a RainWing under it, the RainWing's husband.

The deity frowned a little, remembering he had brought the soon to be father to the stars a month prior to his egg hatching. Now, he had to bring the widow's only thing to remember him by.

He carefully stepped over to the sleeping mother and dragonet, lowering his head down. The small dragonet squirmed slightly, letting out a small yawn before curling back up.

The dragon gave a small sigh, before resting the end of his muzzle to the dragonet's, feeling the small chill wash over her small body.

She stopped breathing, laying limp in her mother's arms. A small ball of light lifted up from her body, before taking the dragonet's shape.

Her body was a lime green color, with reddish pink along her wings and belly, two yellow eyes blinking awake. She was tiny, her frill neatly tucked behind her ears.

She looked up at him with large curious eyes. "Huh? Who are you, mister?" she asked. The black dragon smiled, holding his six wings close to him.

"My name is Arix. What's yours, little one?" he asked. He already knew, but he always asked so he didn't seem so intimidating to the small souls.

"My name's Boa. Why are you in our house?" she asked. Arix gave her a small smile, beginning to turn and walk away.

"Follow me, Boa. I want you to meet a special dragon," he told her. Boa let out a small excited giggle, bouncing after him.

"Ooh, okay! Can momma come too?" Boa asked, stopping at the doorway. Arix looked back at her, a faint look of guilt and hurt still in his eyes.

"She can't right now. Don't worry, she'll be with us someday. Right this way." Boa looked back one before time, before following after the black dragon.

The world turned into an empty void, the trees disappeared as the world twisted into the heavens above the mortals. Boa looked around with wide eyes, awestruck by the place Arix had lead her.

"Boa?"

Boa turned to the noise, looking at where the voice had come from. A RainWing with glossy light blue scales, a dark shade on his wings and frill.

Arix smiled at the newcomer. "I'm sorry she couldn't live the life you had wished for her, Berry. She would have lived an cruel life of sickness and uncertainty."

The RainWing, Berry, gave a nod to him. "I see. Thank you. I hope my wife won't be too upset about it," he muttered.

"Awix? Who's this dragon?" Boa asked, looking up at him. Arix looked down, gently flicking his three tails.

"Boa, this is your father. He's been waiting to see you. This is the special dragon I told you about."

Boa looked to the other RainWing, before waving to him. "Hi."

Berry chuckled, before coming and picking Boa up. "C'mon, we have stuff to catch up on." Arix watched them walk off, before vanishing in the void. His smile soon fell, staring blankly at the black and white space around him.

He turned his head as he heard talonsteps, spotting his brother. "She was fine with it?" Lirix asked.

"She doesn't understand what even happened to her. Her mother will be joining us soon I think..."

Lirix brushed his wings again his, sitting next to him. "Is something on your mind, Arix?"

The black dragon looked to the other out of the corner of his white eyes. "Yes, there is... Lirix, you know how you always say not to listen to the ones who are hurting?"

"Yes,"

"Well... why do they... why are they so angry when I take someone? What have you put in life that's so amazing, they hate me for just going what I have to do?"

Lirix froze, taken back by the question. It took a moment of him not answered to make Arix speak up again.

"Lirix... could you do something for me?" he asked. The white dragon gave a stiff nod, hesitated to meet his brother's eyes.

"Could you let me be born to the mortals?" He asked.

The white dragon was taken back once again. "Arix, no, I can't, I need you to stay with me so we can-"

"Lirix, please!" Lirix watched his brother began to break down in front of him. He threw his talons over his head, claws digging into his snout. "I can't take it anymore!"

Up until now, Lirix had never realized how hard Arix had taken the constant hatred. For the centuries they had ruled, he had never seen how damaging the hate was to him.

Being cursed, ridiculed, feared by dragons who loved his brother for being his opposite; it must have made Arix's mental strength grow thinner each day.

But Lirix needed Arix to be by his side, to make sure there would always be room for his creations. As he watched his brother begin to cry, Lirix found himself realizing how selfish he sounded.

Once... just once he could do this he supposed.

"Alright. I'll do it."

Arix sniffled as he looked up, his white eyes redden by the crying. "But only once."

The black dragon gained a weak smile, reaching out and wrapping his talons and wings around his brother. Lirix smiled, returning the gesture, before shifting into a more stoic position.

"I won't be able to do much with you missing, and I'm also not promising that I'll be there for you every step of the way. Are you sure about this?"

Arix nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

"Then it's decided. If you ever want to come back, I'm going to make sure you have some sort of escape route. You'll be back in your old body, and we'll all forget this if you want. Sound good?"

Arix nodded again, smiling a bit. "Thank you, Lirix..."

Lirix smiled, patting his brother's shoulder. "C'mon, let's go make you a new body."

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Finish - Nov. 15th, 2020

Alright, here we are. Welcome to Wings of Death, everyone! Now that we have the prologue out of the way, time for our first question.

What will Arix be? I published the guide of dragons, so if needed, you can go look at it. I'm going to use Pyhrrian dragons, since that is one mostly everyone is comfortable and familiar with.

With that, hope you all enjoyed. Don't forget to vote and comment, and I'll see you all next chapter.

Take care!