Somewhere at the southern SkyWing border.

Professor Alexander, sporting a perfectly groomed mustache and a well-manicured beard, walked aimlessly southwards in the radiant glow of the three moons. His elegant appearance, with a mix of silver and ebony hair styled in a timeless manner, exuded an air of refinement. However, despite his poised exterior, confusion and awe marked his expression as he grappled with the vastness of the surroundings and the presence of three luminous moons in the night sky. The overwhelming scale of this unfamiliar world left him with a sense of disorientation and intrigue.

Professor Alexander stumbled through the dense mountainous forest of the southern region of the SkyWing Kingdom. The towering trees loomed overhead, casting shadows in the moonlight as he navigated through the challenging terrain. The unfamiliar flora and fauna surrounded him, adding to the disorientation he felt.

He halted his steps, leaning against a sturdy tree to catch his breath. In the stillness of the forest, Professor Alexander had a moment of introspection, trying to piece together the events that led him here.

"Where am I? What happened?" he pondered, the confusion evident in his thoughts. "One moment, I was in the mysterious ruins with Jormund, and the next... this. Three moons? Uncharted territory? This can't be real.

His inner dialogue raced, contemplating the mysterious circumstances of his sudden transportation to this unknown world. Thoughts of Jormund crossed his mind, wondering where the enigmatic JoJo might be in this unfamiliar realm.

"Jormund, my student, where are you? What is this place, and how did we end up here?" The three moons overhead only added to the surreal nature of his surroundings, prompting Professor Alexander to gather his composure and continue his journey through the bewildering wilderness, determined to unravel the mysteries that lay ahead.

As Professor Alexander stood in the moonlit forest, contemplating his surroundings and the enigma of his current predicament, an eerie presence materialized beside him. To his surprise, the figure mirrored his appearance perfectly, yet there was a chilling difference—the Stone Mask adorned its face.

The unknown double, donned in the unsettling mask, responded to Professor Alexander's unspoken thoughts with an ominous resonance. Its voice echoed through the silent forest, sending shivers down the professor's spine.

"We are in Pyrrhia, a world unfamiliar yet connected to yours," the mysterious figure intoned. "Fear not, Professor Alexander, for Jormund is safe. If you follow my guidance, you shall reunite with him."

Professor Alexander, startled by the revelation, questioned the mysterious double, "Who are you, and how do you know about Jormund's safety?"

The unknown double, adorned with the Stone Mask, sighed in apparent annoyance before unveiling the truth. "I am your Stand, Destiny Scribe. I've been guiding your destiny for a while now, steering it into more fortunate directions. As for your other question, destiny has already intertwined with Jormund's path." he explained in a cryptic manner.

The mysterious figure continued, "The reason we can communicate at this moment is likely a side effect of the crystalline artifact that brought us to Pyrrhia and the stone mask you decided to wear. It has granted us a unique connection, allowing us to share thoughts and information and it gave me a own personality."

Professor Alexander, baffled by the newfound revelation of having a Stand, queried, "So, what's the plan for our destiny now?"

Destiny Scribe responded with determination, "My goal is to ensure our safety at all costs. However, our connection to the Joestars only leads to one inevitable outcome – death."

Worriedly, Professor Alexander asked, "Are you planning to kill Jormund? I don't like the sound of that."

Destiny Scribe responded with a serious tone, "It might come to that, but our ultimate goal is survival. We need to navigate this world carefully to protect ourselves and the retrieve the crystalline artifact which is in Jormunds possession.

Destiny Scribe began, "I've made some preparations to ensure no one can seriously hurt us vi—"

He abruptly cut himself off as the distant sound of wingbeats became more audible. Faint voices followed, "Are you sure you heard something over there?" another voice replied, "Not entirely but we can't let anything slide."

Professor Alexander turned towards the direction of the voices, informing Destiny Scribe, "Someone's coming."

Without hesitation, Professor Alexander placed the stone mask back on his face. Destiny Scribe's voice resonated through him with a menacing glow in his eyes, "I will deal with them."

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On a volcanic island near the SeaWing kingdom, the landscape was harsh and rugged, with craggy cliffs and bubbling lava flows that painted the environment in shades of red and orange. The air was thick with the scent of sulfur, and the ground was covered in blackened rocks.

Standing at the edge of a cliff, a SandWing and Morrowseer surveyed the surroundings. The SandWing had scales as pale as the desert sands, adorned with intricate patterns and subtle shades. Her eyes gleamed with intelligence, and her regal posture exuded authority.

Morrowseer, a NightWing with scales as dark as the night sky, possessed an air of mystery and power. His eyes, one cloudy and the other gleaming with an otherworldly light, hinted at knowledge beyond the ordinary. His sleek wings were folded neatly against his back, and he observed the volcanic landscape with a calculating gaze.

The SandWing spoke up to Morrowseer, her tone challenging, "What proof can you offer me that I'll win?"

Morrowseer turned his attention to the SandWing and spoke with an air of confidence, "Trust me, you're the one. Burn and Blaze will die. We've chosen you to rule the SandWings, Queen Blister."

Queen Blister regarded Morrowseer with skepticism, her eyes narrowing. "What if these dragonets have their own ideas about who should be queen?"

Morrowseer turned to face her directly, assuring her with conviction, "They won't. Besides, the NightWing dragonet has his orders."

Queen Blister's expression shifted into a sinister smile as she considered the possibilities. "A traitor tearing them apart from the inside? My kind of plan."

Morrowseer continued, revealing another layer to the plan, "And there's a new ally I've found. You'll meet them soon enough."

Morrowseer nodded, his gaze unwavering, "We expect what we were promised, and you'll need to take care of their guardians." He fixed Queen Blister with a warning look.

Queen Blister met his gaze with confidence, her response swift and assured, "Not a problem."

Wing beats resonated as Kestrel approached, landing behind Queen Blister and Morrowseer. Confusion marked her expression as she questioned Morrowseer's actions, "Morrowseer? What's Blister doing here? You said the dragonets were in danger?"

Morrowseer turned to Kestrel with a steady gaze, "And you came running." As Kestrel stepped beside him, he continued, "It appears you haven't done a very good job with your charges."

Kestrel responded with annoyance, "Hey, they're alive, aren't they?" Turning to Morrowseer, she repeated her question, "Aren't they?" She then faced forward, adding, "Anyway, I work for the Talons of Peace, not the NightWings. I kept them alive as I was ordered to."

Queen Blister turned to Kestrel, offering some semblance of comfort as she spoke, "I'm sure you did the best you could." Her paw found its way around Kestrel's shoulders. Kestrel looked at Blister, expecting reassurance. However, Queen Blister's tone took a sinister turn, "Dragonets are such a bother, aren't they? Isn't it nice that they don't need you anymore?" With a malevolent smile continued, "Of course... that means nobody needs you." Blister swiftly pierced Kestrel's chest through the back with her barbed tail. The moment was both shocking and deadly, a sudden betrayal in the volcanic air.

Kestrel's eyes widened in shock as Queen Blister's barbed tail pierced through her chest, the breath stolen from her in an instant. The shock lingered on her lifeless form as she collapsed to the ground.

Morrowseer approached Kestrel's body, a cold expression on his face. Without a moment's hesitation, he pushed her over the edge of the cliff, her body tumbling down into the ocean below. As he did so, he uttered, "So we understand each other."

Queen Blister, showing no remorse, responded, "I believe we do."

With a hint of satisfaction, she continued, "Give me the dragonets, and we'll both get everything we want." The ominous agreement hung in the air as the volcanic island bore witness to the unfolding schemes of dragons with ambitions veiled in shadows.

A/N:

That's it for the first book. I hope you all enjoyed the story if you came this far.

Now before I continue with the second book, I'd like to ask you some questions.

How did you like this story so far?

How is the pace of the story?

Do the characters act naturaly or are they forced?

Did you like the plot so far?

And the most important question: Is it worth continueing this story?


Please let me know what you think and I happily reply to any questions from your side and/or oppinions :D

I'll probably take a small break before I start the next book in this series to brainstorm a bit more of what happens in the SeaWing kingdom.

Until then, thanks for reading and I wish you all a nice day!