“Have you ever just-...had a dream

Star would mumble staring up at the empty space, Arroyo laid next to him his eyes flat and seemingly tired...wings tightened against his back along with Star’s, as the Sandwing watcher would slowly tilt his head up to face his littlest brother with the slightest bit of confusion across his face

“What do you mean lil bro?”

“I just-...this is all is so much work, protecting and helping mortals who don’t even believe in us...”

“Some of them do”

“Yeah-...some of them...”

Arroyo would tilt his head as his face slowly contorted into a frown, a confused one wondering what was going on. As he lightly punched his little brother on the shoulder with a small smile on his face

“What’s going on man?”

“...I don’t know-...it’s just a lot of work, like a gamble for little pay off...”

“We do this for them...”

“I know but-...watching over dragons all day is-...so much work”

Star would glance down at his talons, the constellations that rested on his talons as his scale pattern slowly shifting left and right like clouds, his eyes slowly shifting into an ethereal violet while his pupils shifted into white, watching as clouds of galaxy shifted around him...Star would slowly spread his wings out and would swing his wings upwards to gain some height among the infinite space around him, floating in the zero gravity as he thinks for a couple of seconds before slowly glancing over at Arroyo who had found himself a bucket of popcorn and was no eating away while staring at Star with a small smile on his face

“I wish you would just wake up already...”

Star would mumble, glancing down and onto the world below them...he could see Pyrrhia and Pantala clearly from here-...it didn’t matter anyways

“It ain’t an eternal sleep for nothing little bro...I do miss you heaps anyways”

“No you don’t-...you’re a projection, I made you because this is a dream...you’re not real”

Arroyo- or rather Star’s dream would fall silent, everything dark and quiet...Star would slowly curl in on himself, wings curling around his small lithe body while he held his talons close to his chest as he felt everything grow deeper and darker around him, cloud bits of galaxy slowly pouring from his eyes as he sniffled and cried softly to himself, wishing that Arroyo would wake up...wishing that the Watchers could be together and be a family again, although without Arroyo-...he wasn’t quite sure how that would be possible, the world around him slowly dissipating and fading to black...leaving him all alone and quiet, as he slowly glanced up at where he saw his brother last. Tears still floating out of his eyes like Cotten candy clouds, wishing and hoping that Arroyo would come back and get everything to be a family again

[End]

A single piece of paper slid in front of you, but there was no one there to greet you this time. So you just read the dormant paper by yourself

“At the time of the world’s creation, there was nothing-...and then there was the Watchers- Ethereal creators of dragonkind and Pyrrhia as we know it. Star the Nightwing and the youngest, Arroyo the Sandwing and eldest, Perfection the Rainwing and the middle aged, Flight the Skywing and the second oldest, Poseidon the Seawing and the third eldest, Chill the Icewing and the second youngest and...Mud the Mudwing, also the Middle aged. All of them had got together-...plucking a scale from each of their bodies and would form them together to create the continent known as Pyrrhia, a collection of different tribes of dragons that’ll live for thousands of years to come, however this creation of life would have a negative effect on one of the Watchers-...Arroyo, the strongest and eldest would be cursed with an everlasting sleep due to the energy he put in to ensure that each tribe each had their own warm days known as Summer...this however would require him to use the most energy and fall into eternal sleep-...without the presence of their eldest and strongest, the Watchers quickly turned on each other-...damning each other and their tribes in an event that would be known as...***The Lurking***”

A voice would chuckle, maybe there was someone here after all? As a voice spoke up making his presence known, but the darkness concealed his looks

“Dumb idiots-...spent all their time fighting that they didn’t event realise who they were creating, and with Arroyo forever asleep there’s no one who’ll stop me...well...they’ll try but I am Arroyo’s creation after all-...otherwise known as...***The Embodiment of Evil***”

Btw NOT FINISHED sorry Engi dude- was just really excited about getting this bout out, don’t worry though! Expect a SOL bot next for those who hate my bold bots