Naomi

Albeit being under one before, Arcanist, Shadowbinder, Tidelord, Lightweaver, Gladekeeper, Plaguebringer, and all the others, were lost faith of, never to be seen by our Leader, she lost faith in them. Her element was Shadow although being under the Arcanist, and she could not see the logic in that. She wondered what it would be like to be flightless, and the urge possessed her body, frozen with agony after ages of thinking, she gave up, and left the idea of being a Flight-member. She covered her eyes with a sash, adorned with dark colors, and hid her eyes. She then started the idea to bring this thought to others. This thought wasn't hers. Not anymore. She was controlled by her mind; NOT her body. She didn't make her movements anymore. Dragons fell to the idea, their mind being corrupted aswell. The process of hiding their elements made their eyes gray and dark, their body, their strength. They hated the idea of there being any sort of leaders that did not look like the normal, rare, and ancient types of them, they were convinced there was none of the names of Them ever seen nor known, and never existed in the first place. She does not think of her as one of Them, nor is she, nor does she want to be. She wants herself to be called simply of a leader.

Our idea is to shut out any idea of Them. There is only us. We are not possessed, we are mindless. Our mind is gone, our body is not possessed, and is sentient. We know, we are smart, we plan, we defend.
Our actions are simple, so is our code, we act on impulse to throw the ones who still adorn the ways of Them, and act like they are Flightless. They have a mind, they are possessed by their mind. "We will always hate Them, and we will always defend Us." There is no such thing as, friend, or enemy, or both. We are forever one of the neutral, not both, nor friend, nor enemy. We kill the ones who act, and we live our solitary lives as we take over and join with more and more dragons, covering their sanity and sides, and "dissecting" their mind with the sashes.



Our way is hypnotizing, yet right, for we know they are wrong. We are the the 12th flight. We, are Flightless. We are gray, no color, and we are one together, and we are Us, of the Flightless.