These events takes place long before the birth of Darkstalker and the fall of the Nightwing kingdom…

Long ago, the island of Pyrrhia, home to the seven mighty dragon clans were caught in a ruthless struggle for dominance. Still knew to each other and spilt by vast open plains the seven tribes held no connection, not even a simple basic means to speak to one other. Mistrust and conflict ran wild and battle quickly rose up without the slightest warning. Many within each clan feared the worst as every day was spent in eternal strife. Finally after several decades a young dragon, named Seaspray, cursed with the power to enchant anything he touch with unnaturally abilities, used these skills to create a stone that would allow all those to touch it speak the same language. Once then he ventured out into the world, risking his own safety to encounter other dragons to share this new found ability with. It was difficult at first, many dragons were openly hostile, weary of others and quick to attack, yet the dragon would not be deter knowing if something were not done and soon all of Pyrrhia would fall into darkness and ruination.

It had been several long months of wondering the open plains that Seaspray came upon a different dragon who did not immediately run away or threaten him. It was unlike any dragon he had ever seen, at first he took him for a common sea wing like himself but his built was all too wrong, he had none of the basic marking his ken used for speaking while under water, there was an odd thinness to his limbs that were not strong enough for him to swim against the sea currents, upon closer look he noticed that he didn't even have skin between his talons.

What kind of sea wing are you?

Seaspray shook his head to clear the bizarre oddity before him though when he return his gaze to where the dragon stood, he was shocked to see he was gone.

Where did…

His thoughts were broken as he felt something hard slam against his side. He stumbled about turned to face his would be foe though as he did there was no one there. Quickly Seaspray shifted he head from side to side though before he knew it, he felt another strike, this time along his face, in doing so, the touch stone slipped from his notch in his neck. Realizing that he was no match for whomever or whatever was attacking, he arched his back getting ready to take flight, though once again felt a powerful blow across the back of his legs causing him to fall flat across the ground. He was about to get up, but then felt a fierce grip along his neck at the base of his head.

As he laid there a frightening hiss formed from behind and a cold chill flowed over him as he felt something moving along his back until he took note of a strange looking shimmer before him. As his vision cleared, Seaspray was terrified to see the same strange looking dragon he saw across the clearing appear as though out of thin air, only this time there was a dark shade of red running along his scales, his black wings unfurled blocking out the sun and Seaspray could see what looked like slim dripping from his fangs which upon impacting the ground melted the grass and left small holes.

Acid! Seaspray's eyes widened in fright and struggled against his tight grip. This dragon has acid tipped fangs.

"Stop struggling whatever you!"

Seaspray shot his gaze up to see the strange dragon glaring at him, confused for a moment by the fact that he could understand him. It took him a few moments to settle his rapid heart to realize that at some point this dragon must have come in contact with his touch stone.

Clearing his throat Seaspray relaxed his body, taking on a more submitting posture, glanced up at the terrifying blood red dragon and spoke as calmly as he could. "Uh…do you understand what I'm saying?"

The red dragon narrowed his eyes. "Of course I can."

"Then perhaps you wouldn't mind checking under your feet," Seaspray said, "I think you might be standing on something of mine."

As the red dragon glared at him, a strange thing happened to his scales as they seemed to change from dark red to a light green.

How did he do that?

The moment did not last long as his scaled changed back their red hue and Seaspray could feel the grip on his neck tighten. "You must think I'm as slow as a sloth. I take my paws off you even for a minute and you'll tear into me."

"No!" Seaspray cried. He needed this dragon to trust him if his plan was ever take root, and maybe this strange dragon could help him in way he never could. "I swear by the queen of the Seawings that I will not harm you."

The strange dragon took on a look of confusion and the hues of his scales shifted once more ranging from red, blue, yellow and finally settling on shade of green. Releasing his grip on Seaspray, he began to shift his legs about examining each one until he revealed the touch stone wedged into his scales.

"You mean to tell me you got all worked up over a little rock."

A look of panic formed on Seaspray as it looked as though the strange dragon was about to toss his stone. "No don't!"

A ripple of color flowed about the strange dragon's body.

How does he keep doing that?

"Why? What's so special about this hunk of rock?"

Seaspray slowly rose to his feet rubbing his forelegs about his body to get rid of the thick mud. "Look my name is Seaspray, I'm a Seawing dragon and I was born with a curse that allows me alter or enhance objects, and I used this ability to allow anyone that touches that stone to understand each other."

The strange dragon shifted his gaze between Seaspray and the stone several times a slight chuckle began to form. "Oh give me a break, you really expect me to believe any of that."

Seaspray looked rather annoyed with this dragon. Looking about, he spotted a small group of berries hanging from a tree, reaching up he gently placed a forepaw against them and thought, Fly through the air and cling to whoever is holding the touch stone. He then took a step back, eyeing the barriers noticing the subtle shift of movement as the magic took hold.

"You might want to drop the touch stone now."

"Why, what are you talking about—" the strange dragon said though stopped as one of the barriers flew across the air landing upon his shoulder, more barriers began to cling to him, and though no matter how many times he shook them loose they just kept on clinging to him.

"Alright, I believe you, now please make it stop."

Seaspray took hold of one of the barriers and undid the enchantment allowing them to fall peacefully about the ground. The strange dragon looked about them, growling as he eyed the barriers the colors of his scales changing once more as he began to stomp on them as an added measure.

"Just how do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Change the color of your scales like that," Seaspray said then began to illuminate his own scales giving the darken forest a green glow.

"All Rainwings can change their scale color," he spoke in a causal manner, "most of the time it shows how we feel."

"I don't think I ever heard of a Rainwing."

"We tend to keep ourselves," the Rainwing glanced back at the stone wedge between his scales looking very annoyed. "Can you please take this back now, it's really bugging me."

"Alright," Seaspray said gently plucking the touch stone.

Once the stone was gone, the Rainwing arched his back getting ready to take flight that is if Seaspray hadn't stopped him first. "Wait!"

"Oh for crying out loud, what now? You got your stupid stone now get lost before I finished what I started."

"No you don't understand, you could be of some really big help."

The Rainwing arched an eyebrow. "How?"

"Well…" Seaspray said though pausing as he had to think carefully about it, "you have to understand that the world beyond this jungle is filled with different dragon tribes."

The Rainwing released an annoyed scoff. "Well of course, where have you been all this time, living under a rock?"

Seaspray fought to restrain his temper. Are all Rainwings as rude as this one? "That's not the real problem; it's that none of the tribe speak the same tongue. With that stone I can get everyone to share a common language and help build a measure of trust and understanding."

"I have to say that's a bold plan," the Rainwing muttered eyeing the touch stone, "but it would take you years to touch enough dragons with just one stone. Why not just make it so everyone can speak the same way?"

Seaspray released a low sigh. "I did think of that, but I've been warned about using my magic in such a way. A spell of that magnitude would take too much strength and…" he paused looking away.

Something in the way Seaspray looked must have caught the Rainwing's attention for he turned to look at him with a solemn expression. "What…what is it?"

"There is a reason why animus dragons are considered a curse, it's because the more magic we use, the more of our soul is drained from us, until we are nothing more than enraged monsters killing anyone…even those we care for…in our path. It is said that one day, the same thing will happen to me and my kin will be forced to kill me before I cause any harm."

"Whoa," the Rainwing said in a hushed tone, "sorry to hear about that. But even still you might not live long enough to see your dream fulfilled with just one stone."

"Yes but now that I know my enchantment works, perhaps I can do the same to other stones, and with the help of your kin's ability to disappear like that…"

For the first time since encountering this dragon, a smile formed on the Rainwing's face. "That could work. You'll need to discuss this with our queens, but after seeing what you can do with those berries then it should be easy to win them over. By the way, my name is Mist."

With Mist's help, Seaspray related his plans with the Rainwing queens a group of female dragons who ruled over their kingdom at different times of the year. None of them seemed overly convince at first but after experiencing the effects of the touch stone first hand, his goal appeared close to fulfillment. With their help, the Rainwings were able to spread the effects of Seaspray's touch stone magic throughout the known realm allowing all the tribes to speak and understand one another equally. It was difficult at first and there was still a level of mistrust among the dragons. The sudden and unexplained wealth of understanding confused and in some ways frighten some, while other saw it as great way to share new idea and lifestyle.

After long decades of mistrust and fighting, Seaspray's dream had become reality. With little need of the touch stones now, they were discarded throughout the realms, all but forgotten.

Until for one fateful night...