The first light of morning gently kissed the river clearing, revealing a serene landscape. The river flowed steadily nearby, its waters reflecting the hues of the awakening sky. The towering trees of the SkyWing kingdom framed the scene, their leaves rustling in the early breeze. Rocks and pebbles scattered on the muddy ground, remnants of the night's rest.

Jormund stirred, his senses gradually returning as he found himself beneath Cinder's protective wing. With a cautious shuffle, he extricated himself from the dragon's embrace and took a few steps. The morning air, crisp and invigorating, filled his lungs.

Taking advantage of the solitude, Jormund peeled off his leather jacket and shirt, revealing a well-toned physique adorned with the distinctive pink star on his shoulder—the mark of his Joestar lineage. The morning light highlighted the contours of his form as he prepared for his routine.

Jormund began with push-ups, each movement executed with precision. He seamlessly transitioned to sit-ups, his abdominal muscles flexing in rhythmic cadence. His training regimen continued with a variety of exercises, showcasing a commitment to maintaining his physical prowess.

Unbeknownst to Jormund, his intense workout had roused the curiosity of his dragon companions. One by one, they emerged from their resting places, their gazes shifting from confusion to fascination as they observed Jormund's morning routine. The clearing, once a tranquil haven, now became a makeshift gym where the unusual spectacle of a human's workout unfolded.

As Jormund engaged in his morning exercises, the dragons observed with a mix of confusion and amusement. It was Tsunami who decided to voice the collective question that lingered in their minds.

Tsunami, tilting her head, asked, "Hey, JoJo, what exactly are you doing over there?"

Caught off guard during a particularly daring handstand, Jormund was taken aback by Tsunami's inquiry. Startled, he lost his balance, and with a splatter, he slipped and landed face-first in the mud. Mud smeared across his face, he groaned in mild embarrassment.

Tsunami, who unintentionally prompted the mishap, quickly chimed in, "Whoops, sorry about that. Didn't mean to startle you, JoJo."

Amidst the chuckles of the dragons, Jormund, now a muddy mess, managed to regain his composure. He wiped the mud from his face, offering a good-natured smile. "No harm done. Just a bit of morning gymnastics to keep the body moving." The dragons exchanged glances, still processing the peculiarities of JoJo's morning routine in the dragon world.

Clay, ever the laid-back and curious dragon, watched Jormund's exercises with a bemused expression. As Jormund continued his routine, Clay couldn't help but speak up, "Hey, JoJo, why are you doing all those... exercises? Dragons usually don't do that kind of stuff in the morning."

Jormund, still in the midst of his workout, paused for a moment before responding, "Well, Clay, back where I come from, it's important to keep your body in good shape. Helps with staying alert and ready for anything. Plus, it's a habit. Can't break it, even in a dragon world."

The other dragons listened, their dragon-sized eyebrows furrowing in a mixture of curiosity and amusement as they tried to comprehend the strange human habits.

Jormund, while catching his breath after the exercises, added, "And, uh, I haven't been able to follow my routine for a while. SkyWings had me in a tight spot back in their palace. Gotta keep up with it whenever I can." The dragons exchanged puzzled glances, still trying to make sense of the peculiar human customs.

Sunny observed the star-shaped symbol on Jormund's shoulder and couldn't help but be curious. She asked, "Hey JoJo, what's that star thing on your shoulder?"

Jormund, finishing up his workout routine, looked at Sunny and grinned. "Ah, this? It's a birthmark. Every member of my family has one. It's like our unique emblem, passed down through generations."

Sunny tilted her head, intrigued. "A family emblem, huh? That's pretty cool. Does it have any special meaning or power?"

Jormund chuckled, "Well, it's more of a family tradition than anything magical. But it does make us stand out, doesn't it?" He flexed his muscles, displaying the star emblem proudly.

Tsunami, Clay, and Cinder exchanged puzzled glances as they observed Jormund's physique. Tsunami, always the pragmatic one, spoke up, "You don't look like any scavenger I've ever seen. You're much taller and, well, more... built. Are all humans like you where you come from?"

Clay scratched his head, "Yeah, and your hair is a weird color. Most scavengers have browns or blacks, not... whatever that is."

Cinder, with a more analytical approach, added, "And what's with the lack of fur? Scavengers are supposed to be covered in fur, aren't they?"

Jormund, catching onto their confusion, smiled and explained, "Well, where I come from, humans come in all shapes, sizes, and colors. It's a diverse world with different cultures and appearances. I guess I don't fit the basic human scavenger you're used to."

Sunny and Glory, who had only read about scavengers in scrolls, listened with fascination, their understanding of these creatures expanding beyond the scrolls' descriptions.

Jormund casually strolled over to his clothes and started putting them back on. As he finished dressing, he suggested, "Well, now that I've had my morning exercise, how about we continue our journey?"

Tsunami, displaying her natural leadership, declared, "I'm the one who decides when we keep going."

Jormund chuckled, "Oh, excuse me, Your Majesty. I didn't realize we had a princess among us. My apologies."

The dragons exchanged amused glances, and Tsunami gave Jormund a playful nudge, "Just for that, I'll let you think you had a say in it this time."

With that, the group prepared to resume their journey, the banter lightening the mood as they ventured forth.

As the group navigated the river, an unspoken solemnity hung in the air. Each dragon and Jormund was lost in their own thoughts, reflecting on the recent events and contemplating the challenges that lay ahead.

In the midst of the quiet journey, Sunny's voice broke the silence. "I miss Starflight," she admitted, her gaze fixed on the flowing river.

Clay, who had been deep in his own musings, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, me too," he replied, his eyes mirroring the wistful tone in Sunny's voice.

Jormund, overhearing their conversation, couldn't help but be drawn into his own thoughts about Starflight. The mysterious circumstances surrounding his disappearance gnawed at him. Why did Morrowseer take Starflight, and where did he take him?

He got thrown out of his thoughts as the group emerged from the river near the top of a cliff, still dripping with water. Sunny, full of excitement, dashed ahead to get a panoramic view of the landscape. As the dragons shook off the water from their scales, Jormund found himself inadvertently caught in a shower of droplets, prompting a bemused look on his face. The dragons, noticing his expression, quickly offered apologetic glances.

As she took in the scene below, her eyes widened in shock. "Oh, moons," Sunny gasped, her voice carrying a mix of horror and disbelief.

The aftermath of a recent battle unfolded at the border of the MudWing kingdom, a grim field of death and destruction. MudWings and IceWings lay scattered across the battlefield, their lifeless forms frozen in various positions that told stories of fierce combat. The ground was scarred with claw marks, and remnants of fire and ice lingered in the air with the river gently cutting inbetween.

The group gathered around Sunny, surveying the aftermath of the recent battle. Glory pointed out the lingering fires, evidence that the conflict had only recently subsided.

"This battle must've happened recently. Look, some of the fires are still burning," she remarked, her eyes scanning the scene.

Tsunami chimed in, her voice carrying a hint of uncertainty, "Who do you think won?"

Sunny, however, responded with a somber perspective, "Nobody! Who can look at this and think 'we won'?"

Cinder, his gaze fixed on the aftermath of the battle, "It's... it's so sad. I wish dragons didn't have to fight like this. Why can't everyone just get along?"

His words carried a genuine innocence, reflecting the confusion and sorrow a young dragon might feel when confronted with the harsh realities of war. The group stood in a moment of shared sadness, acknowledging the toll of conflict on both sides.

As Jormund walked up to the edge, his mood darkening, spoke up as his eyes wandered over the chaotic landscape. "Wars rarely leave winners. Only scars on the land and the hearts of those who fought." The weight of the scene hung heavily in the air, and the dragons couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy settle upon them.

As the dragons stood at the edge of the Mud Kingdom, Clay spoke up, his voice carrying the weight of responsibility, "We're on the edge of the Mud Kingdom now. I should go alone."

Sunny's worry was evident in her voice as she protested, "You can't go in alone!"

Clay responded with a calm determination, "The MudWings won't trust all of us, all together."

Glory nodded in agreement, "It's true. Especially Tsunami. The SeaWings are on Blister's side."

Tsunami added with a hint of concern, "And who knows what they'd think of Sunny."

Jormund couldn't resist injecting a bit of humor into the serious discussion, "A walking lunch-pack like me would only attract unwanted attention." He followed it with a joking tone, trying to ease the tension.

Cinder, true to his shy nature, responded with a quiet agreement, "You do look like a tasty lunch, and a small sample couldn't hurt."

Jormund chuckled and replied, "No free samples here, my friend." The banter lightened the mood momentarily, but the underlying tension of the situation remained.

Clay's smirk widened, appreciating the banter. "If I don't come back by sunrise, come look for me."

Sunny, her worry evident, responded, "But what if you need us before then?"

Glory, displaying her confidence and adaptability, spoke up, "I'll go with you, Clay." She shifted her scales skillfully, seamlessly transforming into a convincing MudWing. "No one would care I'm a RainWing since they're not in the war," she explained, lowering herself to look like a MudWing. "But I can also do..." She completed the transformation, turning fully brown. "...this," she said, now a perfect imitation of a MudWing. The versatility of her RainWing abilities was on full display.

Clay, with a playful tone, responded to Glory's transformation, "I think you're still too pretty to be a MudWing."

Tsunami countered with confidence, "Nonsense. You're just as pretty as Glory, Clay."

Sunny chimed in, "Definitely!"

Jormund couldn't resist injecting his charismatic humor, adding, "But obviously, I'm the prettiest of all!" As Jormund declared his claim to being the prettiest, he struck a pose, one hand on his hip, and the other gesturing dramatically. The dragons stared at the peculiar display, a mixture of confusion and amusement crossing their faces.

Clay rolled his eyes with a smirk, "Well, you certainly have the confidence."

Tsunami chuckled, "I've seen better poses, but I'll give you points for enthusiasm."

Sunny giggled, "You're funny, JoJo!"

Cinder, still shy, just smiled, appreciating the humor.

Glory, in her MudWing disguise, said with a smirk, "Well, if that's how you win battles in your world, I can see why you're so confident."

Cinder, fidgeting a bit, finally spoke up, "Um, I should probably get back to the SkyWing palace before anyone notices I'm gone for too long. And, you know, I still have to research that crystalline artifact with Osprey." He straightened up, gaining confidence as he continued, "But, thanks for letting me join you. And, JoJo, I'll let you know if I find anything about that artifact."

Clay nodded, "Take care, Cinder. And thanks for the help."

Sunny smiled, "Good luck with your research!"

Tsunami added, "Be careful out there!"

Glory, still in her MudWing disguise, chimed in, "Yes, don't get into too much trouble."

Jormund, with a sly grin, said, "And watch out for things that seem too good to be true. Trust me; it's a good life lesson."

Cinder nodded appreciatively, "I will. Thanks, everyone." With that, he spread his wings and took off, disappearing into the sky.

Tsunami walked up to Clay and gently placed a paw on his shoulder. She spoke up with a mix of concern and camaraderie, "Alright, we'll be waiting by the river here. Be safe, you two." She turned to include Glory in her words.

Clay nodded appreciatively, "Thanks, Tsunami. We'll be back soon."

Glory added with a confident grin, "Don't worry, Tsunami. We'll be fine. Let's get going, Clay." With that, the two dragons took off, soaring deeper into the Diamond Spray Delta.

Jormund turned to Sunny and Tsunami, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, while we wait for them to return, how about a little entertainment? I'm sure we can find something fun to do. What do you say?"

Sunny chimed in with enthusiasm, "Oh, we can explore the area around the river! There might be some interesting plants or creatures."

Tsunami, showing a bit of excitement, added, "Or maybe we could have a little friendly sparring session. It's always good to stay in shape."

Jormund grinned, pleased with the suggestions. "Sounds like a plan! Let's make the most of our time here."

The group spread out, exploring the area near the mud kingdom's border. The cliff loomed tall, marking the territorial boundaries, and the landscape transitioned into the dense forest of the SkyWing kingdom. Jormund, Sunny, and Tsunami searched for interesting finds—plants, creatures, or anything unusual.

As they were engrossed in their exploration, the rhythmic beat of wings echoed through the air, catching their attention. They looked up to see Morrowseer descending, carrying a familiar NightWing in his grasp. Without a word, the dragon dropped Starflight onto the ground and swiftly flew away, leaving Jormund and the dragonets puzzled.

Tsunami and Sunny were the first to reach Starflight, wrapping him in tight hugs. "Starflight! You're back!" Tsunami exclaimed, relief evident in her voice.

Sunny added, "We were so worried! What happened? Why did Morrowseer drop you off like that?"

Starflight, still a bit disoriented, managed a weak smile. "I... I'm not entirely sure. He didn't say much. Just dropped me off and flew away. It's good to see you all, though."

Jormund joined the group, looking at Starflight with concern. "Starflight, are you alright? That was quite an entrance."

Starflight observed Jormund with a mix of surprise and curiosity. "You're the human from the arena, right?" he inquired, stepping closer to get a better look. "You don't look like the scavengers described in the scrolls. You can talk, and you're with dragons. How is that possible?"

Jormund, unfazed by Starflight's scrutiny, flashed a friendly smile. "Well, not all humans are the same. I'm a bit different, you could say. But don't worry, I'm here to help."

Starflight nodded, still intrigued. "It's just... unusual. I've never encountered a scavenger like you before."

Jormund chuckled with an irritation of being labeled as scavenger, "I get that a lot. I'm not your typical human, that's for sure." he emphasized the word human to remind him that he isn't a scavenger.

Jormund walked up to Starflight, offering a hand to paw shake. Starflight was taken aback by the gesture, as scavengers typically feared dragons. Jormund smiled and said, "Hey there, Starflight. You can call me JoJo. That's what all my friends call me."

The dragons observed the peculiar interaction, clearly confused. Jormund noticed their puzzled expressions and chuckled awkwardly. "Oh, sorry about that. It's just a human way of greeting. We call it a handshake."

Starflight, still slightly confused, extended one of his large dragon paws. Jormund, undeterred by the size difference, grasped one of his taloned fingers and shook it lightly to complete the greeting. The dragons looked on with curiosity at this unique display.

"I'm Starflight", he introduced himself with a smile and curious eyes and began firing questions at JoJo. "Why can you speak Dragonic? How do humans live? Where do you come from? What odd fur are you wearing? What are...."

Jormund, managing a friendly chuckle, cut Starflight off. "Hold on, there, Starflight! Let's take a breath in between those questions, alright?"

Tsunami, chiming in with a chuckle, explained to Jormund, "That's just Starflight for you. Once he gets going, there's no stopping him."

Sunny chimed in to Tsunami's remark, "Yeah, once Starflight gets curious about something, there's no stopping him. I've seen it happen with scrolls and now it's JoJo's turn, I guess." She grinned, finding amusement in the unfolding scene.

Starflight apologized, "I'm sorry if I'm bombarding you with questions, JoJo. It's just that... well, you're not what I expected."

Jormund chuckled, "No need to apologize, Starflight. I get it; I'm not your everyday scavenger. Ask away, and I'll do my best to satisfy your dragon-sized curiosity."

Tsunami turned to Sunny, "Hey Sunny, let's keep looking for interesting things before we all fall asleep from Starflight's questioning, okay?"

Sunny nodded in agreement, "You're right, Tsunami. Let's explore a bit more and see if we find anything interesting. Starflight can continue his questioning, and we'll catch up with them later."

As Sunny and Tsunami continued their exploration, Starflight listened intently to Jormund's answers, adding another question "Do humans have scrolls?"

Jormund chuckled, "Well, in history, humans did use scrolls, much like dragons. But eventually, we invented books. They're like a stack of scrolls bound together, making it easier to read and carry around."

Starflight's eyes widened with fascination, "I wish I could see one. Perhaps I'll try to make one myself someday."

Jormund thought for a moment and then reached into his leather jacket, pulling out a small notebook and a ballpen clipped to the back. Starflight immediately took a closer look, his eyes gleaming with curiosity, "This is a smaller version of a book, a notebook. It's filled with empty pages, and this..." he pulled out the ballpen from the back, "...is our tool to write down stuff." He clicked the ballpen once and started writing down his explanation.

Starflight observed with wide eyes, noticing that there was no ink involved. He couldn't help but ask, "How can you write without using ink?"

Jormund took a moment to explain the inner workings of the ballpen to Starflight. "You see," he began, "inside this pen, there's a small ball at the tip. When you write, the ball rolls over the paper, and as it does, it releases the ink stored inside the pen. It's a simple mechanism that helps us write smoothly without needing to dip the pen in ink every time."

Starflight listened intently, fascinated by this technological detail, before asking, "Do you have more examples of your world to show me?"

Jormund smiled at Starflight's curiosity and pulled out the broken silver wristwatch. "This is called a wristwatch," he began, holding it out for Starflight to see. "It's a device humans use to tell time. This one is a bit damaged, but ideally, it has a small clock inside, and we wear it on our wrists."

He continued, "The watch has arrows that move around the clock face, indicating the hours, minutes, and seconds. It's a handy tool to keep track of time during the day. The back of this one has an engraving with the name 'Alexander Speedwagon.' He was a friend of mine, and this watch used to be his."

Starflight, caught in the intrigue of the story, asked, "Where is your friend now?"

Jormund's expression turned somber. "He's somewhere here on Pyrrhia. We got separated when the crystalline artifact brought us into this world."

Starflight, empathetic, couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity mixed with concern for Jormund's friend.

Suddenly, Starflights eyes went wide with realization, asked if he could examine the crystalline artifact up close. Jormund nodded, while pulling out the artifact and handing it over to the dragonet. As Starflight scrutinized it, his eyes widened with recognition.

"This looks like a Mooncrystal," Starflight said, his tone filled with awe. "I've read about them in scrolls, but there wasn't much information available. They're rare, mysterious and supposed to be powerful, that's all I can say about them."

Jormund's eyes lit up with hope upon hearing Starflight's revelation. "Mooncrystal, you say?" he exclaimed. "That's a step in the right direction! Knowing what it is should make finding more information about it much easier. Thanks, Starflight!"

Starflight nodded, his eyes still fixated on the Mooncrystal. "Of course. Knowledge is my strength, and if I can help, I will. Just be cautious. Mooncrystals are said to hold powerful enchantments, and their origins are often shrouded in mystery. It's wise to approach them with care." he said before handing it back to Jormund.

Jormund chuckled, showing a hint of amusement. "Ah, you're right. A little warning label would've been nice. 'Caution: May transport you to another world.' Would've saved me and Professor Alexander a lot of trouble." he said as he put back his belongings into ther respective pockets.

Starflight blinked, unsure if he should take Jormund's comment seriously or not. After a moment, he cracked a small smile, appreciating the human's attempt at humor. "I suppose life is full of unexpected adventures, even for humans."

Suddenly, the rhythmic beat of wings echoed through the air, and Sunny shot up into the sky, yelling with her characteristic enthusiasm, "There they are!" Her shout drew the attention of Tsunami, Starflight, and Jormund.

Clay and Glory landed gracefully near Jormund and Starflight, while Sunny and Tsunami hurriedly ran toward them. Sunny and Tsunami hurriedly approached them, joining the group in their joyful reunion.

Clay couldn't contain his excitement at the sight of Starflight and called out, "Starflight!"

Starflight, taken by surprise, turned toward Clay, his expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. He then noticed Glory,"....Glory?" he questioned, unsure.

Glory, still in her MudWing disguise, realized her appearance and shifted back to her original colors with a nonchalant "Oh," before adding, "Yup, it's me!" She struck a playful pose, lifting herself onto her hind legs and gesturing with her front paws as if to say, "Ta-da!"

Sunny placed a paw on Starflight's shoulder, expressing her excitement, "Morrowseer just dropped him on us from the sky. Isn't that great?" Tsunami joined in with a smile, adding, "NightWings. Ever so helpful and never infuriatingly cryptic at all."

Starflight explained his failed attempts to return immediately, sharing, "I tried to make him bring me back right away, but he wouldn't let me go. He said they couldn't afford losing any NightWings, even 'peculiar little ones'."

Sunny quickly interjected with a laugh, "You're not peculiar, I'm the one who is peculiar!" attempting to lighten the mood. Jormund, with a smirk, cleared his throat loudly, crossing his arms as if to say he might be the peculiar one here.

Sunny and Tsunami shared a knowing look, both amused and entertained by Jormund's playful attitude. Starflight raised an eyebrow, appearing intrigued by the human's confident demeanor. Clay, with his usual easygoing nature, chuckled quietly. Glory seemed to find the situation amusing, her eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and humor.

Glory spoke up, her voice carrying a mix of sympathy and frustration. "Yes, we found Clay's mother, but she sold his egg for two cows."

Clay, with a hint of sadness in his eyes, continued, "Yeah, she did. But at least we met my siblings."

Glory chimed in again, offering a bit of a silver lining, "Sora, Pheasant, Marsh, Umber, and Reed. Clay was supposed to be their Bigwings."

Clay's mood seemed to lighten a bit as she mentioned his siblings continued, revealing the truth about his intentions when they were still in their eggs. "I wasn't trying to destroy your eggs. I hatched first, and as Bigwings, I tried to help all of you hatch."

Tsunami, with a nuzzle to Clay's shoulder, responded reassuringly, "I never thought you were trying to kill us."

Sunny jumped onto Clay's back, adding her energetic input, "As if you ever would!" Her wide smile radiated confidence.

Starflight, thoughtful as always, chimed in, "It did seem unlikely."

Clay, with a shrug and a hint of humor, replied to Starflight, "Well, I didn't know that."

Everyone turned to Jormund, almost expecting another witty remark. Jormund, quick to catch on, raised his hands in mock surrender before responding, "Hey, I don't intend to throw a joke in every time something emotional is happening." His words brought a momentary pause in the conversation, allowing the dragons to absorb the sincerity of the situation.

"But you know, I think Clay here is at least worth three cows." His unexpected joke caught everyone off guard, and after a moment of surprise, laughter echoed through the group, lightening the mood once again.

Glory smiled, her scales gleaming, "So what now, bigwings?"

Clay responded with a grin, "We'll be like the MudWings. We stick together. No matter what happens!"

As the dragonets fell into a group hug, Glory's scales turned a vibrant shade of pink.

Tsunami, with a playful smile, exclaimed, "You too, JoJo!" as she pulled him into the group hug.

Caught off guard by the sudden group hug, Jormund let out a surprised yelp. Tsunami's insistence to include him brought a smile to his face.

"Alright, alright!" Jormund chuckled, joining the group hug. The warmth of the dragonets' friendship was a comforting embrace, and for a moment, the worries of his own world seemed to fade away.