The Orientals were dragons, but they were unlike other dragons in that they were kind and caring. Prefering to help the weak and needy, they hoarded no treasure, breathed no fire, and kidnapped no princesses.
They had no wings - instead, they flew through the sky on pure magic alone. For they were blessed by the Seraph Ameriel and each of them was born with exceptional magical powers. When they flew, they were the most graceful of all the creatures of air.
The Orientals are children of Ameriel and they loved the Seraph. In turn, the Seraph loved them back. Ameriel healed the sick and blessed the younglings, so that they grew up strong and healthy.
Ameriel taught the Orientals to be helping and good natured. Those among them who were disadvantaged were supported by all the others of their species, and no Oriental children grew up lonely. In this way, they formed a tight-knit community, supporting and sharing with each other.
Yet as the days came and went, the Seraph Ameriel grew distant. No longer did they respond to pleas, nor did they bless the younglings, or heal the sick. Eventually, the Seraph looked away and disappeared altogether.
Centuries passed. As the world changed around them, the Orientals strayed further and further away from the Seraph's teachings and were no longer what they once were.
One day, a new Oriental was born. He was small and weak and skinny, and grew slower than the other younglings. He was named Wynd, in hopes that he would be able to fly as gracefully as the autumn winds.
However, they soon discovered something. Wynd had weak magic, so weak that he would never be able to fly.
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Wynd grew up bullied and shunned by the other Orientals, and grew sadder each day as he watched the other younglings all learn to soar through the air, as elegant as the dancing faeries. So it was one day, after realizing that he would never belong, that he left the other Orientals and went away.
He journeyed for years, trudging and climbing on the ground. He gazed at the birds in the sky, and cursed many times as he fell off obstacles that others could have soared over. Finally, after many years, Wynd came across a figure atop a cliff.
Wynd could not discern the gender of the figure, but they emitted an aura so pure that he could not bear to stand close to them. The figure had three pairs of white wings, so large and beautiful that they appeared to be shining. The smallest pair sprouted from the shoulders and covered their face, while the second sprouted from the waist and covered the legs. The last, and largest pair, were folded neatly on their back, the white feathers almost touching the ground.
"Are you the Seraph Ameriel?" asked Wynd, flicking his tail nervously.
The figure nodded, slowly.
"You are an Oriental." said Ameriel. "Yet I sense not your magic."
"I don't have it" Wynd replied. "I was born weak."
And Ameriel realised what had become of their children in their absence. The once kind Orientals had grew self centred and uncaring, whereas they once helped the weak and needy. Without Ameriel to bless the younglings, each generation grew up weaker than the last. Without Ameriel, Wynd was born without magic.
The Seraph was filled with remorse. They gazed at the dragon before them, who had a spirit made for the air but will never be able to fly.
So Ameriel lifted their hands and took the smallest pair of wings, those that had covered their face and turned them away from their children. Ameriel pulled them out, so that they will no longer look away at those in trouble, and gave them to Wynd.
"For you who was born for the air yet never flew, take them."
And Wynd took them. From his back sprung two feathered wings - white, pure, strong, just like those of the Seraph's.
He leapt into the air, flapping his new wings, and flew even more gracefully than the strongest and most magical of the Orientals.
"I will look away no longer" said the Seraph as their yellow eyes observed the overjoyed Oriental in the sky.
And thus, the Seraph Ameriel returned, and blessed the younglings born weak and without magic, so with their new wings, they will still be able to soar the skies.
And that was how some Oriental dragons came to be born with wings.