50 years ago…
“Clam. Ah, I see you decided to come, after all.” the dark, gray-green SeaWing flashed in Aquatic, as the lighter blue SeaWing landed on the mountain ledge. “I got your message, Tidepool, so here I am.” Clam said. Clam’s scales were a lighter blue than his brother’s, not unlike their father, Riptide.
Their mother Tsunami was long gone, having died a few months before. “Did you hear what happened to our brothers?” Tidepool asked. “No. What happened?” “Dolphin and Oyster were ambushed and killed by SkyWing hybrids. But to be more prescise, SkyWing-RainWing hybrids.” “Oh.”
“I managed to catch the murderers, and they are now in prison. I just… I want us to be safe. You and me. We’re the only ones in our family that are left now, because Father got killed while defending us from a troop of SandWings that attacked us. I want you to join me. But first, you need to meet someone, well, two someones, actually.” The two SeaWings walked through the mountains, and Tidepool stopped after a couple of moments of walking.
“We’re here.” he said. Two dragons stepped out of the shadows. “Tiiiidepoool. Wherrre have you beennnnn?” the first dragon, a SkyWing asked. “Yessss. Where have you been and what have you been doing, Tidepool, our old friend?”
the second dragon, a SandWing added. “Hello, my old friends, Firestorm and Cactushide, how are you doing?”
“Juuussstt fine. Thank yyyou.” Firestorm said. “Who have you got with you?” Cactushide asked. “This is my brother, Clam.” Tidepool said. “Nice to meet you, Clam.” Cactushide said. “Yessss. Nice to meet yyyou, Clammm.” “Um, nice to meet you, too.” “So, Clam, I want you to join me in carrying out my great plan.”
Tidepool said, his eyes glinting misteriously in the moonlight. “What’s your great plan, exactly?” “My great plan is to annihilate hybrids from the face of Pyrrhia. We shall go and find every hybrid in Pyrrhia, and bring them here, to the caves where Mother was raised.” “What?! But- but some of your best friends are hybrids, brother!”
“Not anymore. Now, they are my sworn enemies. So, will you join me?” Clam stared at his brother, his brain reeling. ‘How? How could he?’ “I’m sorry, brother. But I cannot do this. I won’t join you. You have my friendship, but never my alleigence.” “Fine.” Tidepool snarled. To Firestorm and Cactushide, Tidepool said, “Kill him.” Firestorm leaped forward and slashed his claws across Clam’s chest and throat.
“Owww.” Clam tried to say, but couldn’t, because only thick red blood burbled out. Cactushide leaped forward and stabbed Clam in the heart and skull with his tail. Clam collapsed, thrashing in agony. Slowly, the thrashing stopped, and Tidepool stared at his brother’s body, and growled, “Well, now he’s out of the way. We can go fullfill the plan, yes?”
“Yes.” Firestorm and Cactushide said in unison. “Good. Now… we shall steal the hybrids at night, or when they’re alone. We shall be everywhere and nowhere, mere bodies in a crowd. We shall be like phantoms, like ghosts. And,” Tidepool paused dramatically, “We shall be known and feared by all hybrids as the Phantom Brotherhood!”