
Twenty years from the two tribes’ death,
Eight dragonets are born.
To uncover the mystery of Wings of grass
And Wings of fogo too.
Over the mountains, peaks, and mines,
Where guards of the enemy lie.
Solve the mystery once and for all,
And unite against the foe.
Look for the runaway dragonet,
Look for the waiting danger.
Look for the claws of thunder,
Until the secret is uncovered.
procurar for the silent river,
procurar for the gaining power.
And finally, procurar for the archway of life,
Or else everything is lost.
The mystery stays inside a tribe,
Answered por those united.
Or else all of them perish,
Defeated por those they trust.


Image of a Featherwing (Non-Colored)(No arms)