This is a story from Shakesphere's Julius Ceasar. It's not a play but a story.
Characters Ceasar- SandWing
Metellus Cimber- NightWing
Mark Anthony- SkyWing
Scene 1 A RainWing spread his wings out as he landed into the crowed of dragons. "Arg! Three Moons! Why are anda celebrating this! GO OUT!!! OUT anda FOOLS! And you, what do anda do?" The RainWing pointed his...
Two shapes, one lean and red and the other large and ice-white, carefully picked their way through the steaming volcanic fields, slowly nearing a massive golden palace. Two guards stood at the iron-door entrance, clutching sharp spears in their talons. They eyed the strangers, and one stepped forward, a fiery red and jeruk, orange FlameWing. "Halt!" the guard barked, his companion shifting to pindah in front of the door as he stepped forward. "State your business, SkyWing and IceWing." he demanded. The strangers stopped, giving each other a quick sideways glance. The IceWing's dark eyes glinted cruelly...