Skif

Skif was born into a cruel family, and an even cruller clan, where he had to fight to survive. He hated the idea that he was hurting his siblings and neighbors, but he hated the idea of dyeing even more. If he spoke out against what was happening, he was severely punished. Eventually, he just stopped feeling anything and if he did feel something, he kept it locked up deep inside. One day, one of his sisters died fighting another in his clan, and he could take it no longer. He flew away, either to start his own clan, or to find a better one. One day, while he was flying, exhausted having not landed in days he fell from where he flew in the sky, onto the prettiest dragon he had ever met. He had passed out when he hit the ground, and when he woke up, he was laying on a young girl dragon, about his age, and surrounded by another girl about his age, a guy about his age, an adult girl, and an adult guy, all looking at him. He tried to get off of the girl, but he fell right back down. Once they got him standing, they introduced themselves and explained that they were a new clan just starting out. Skif and Artic River (the one he fell on) were fast friends. They saw another clan often, which eventually Reckon moved to, and even later, a dragon named Praell, who was from that clan moved into this clan. Eventually Sif and Artic River began to fall in love, and he is happy, even if he doesn’t say it often.