He didn't want to, but for the safety of his tribe he had to. The Prince sighed deeply as he looked at the five smallish islands. He dug his claws into the ground and whispered, "I enchant these islands to only be seen by Jewelwings, and only they can land on these islands, and for all information about Jewelwings to be whipped form the mind of all dragons on Pyrrhia, or any form of writing. As long as all no Jewelwings' talon toughies the mainland". The Jewel wing prince finished, he could feel his soul slipping away, himself becoming a monster with a lust for blood. His sister the next in line for queen, stood next to him, the prince didn't even turn toward his sister before she slashed his neck, killing him. Tears rolled down her face as she looked down at her brother. She in took a large breath of air and then breathed out a small golden flame. The flame licked at her dead brother's scales, slowly burning them away. She got ready to fly off, but looked back to her brother's burn corps, muttering, "thank you," she then spread her feathered wings and flew off to tell her mother and the rest of the tribe that they had a new, safe home. But little did she know, her brother had messed with other things. She didn't know the future of the Jewelwings would soon be in the talons of a few dragonets, and only one of them being a Jewel wing themselves.