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Namedas the number one Kids' Entertainment Production Company on Kidscreen's Hot50 list in 2020, Sinking Ship Entertainment is a globally renowned and industry leading production, distribution, VFX and Interactive studio specializing in children's content. With a global reputation for quality, ground breaking original series and companion interactive experiences, Sinking Ship has produced more than 17 series and distributed to more than 200 countries across the world.

Set 20 years in the future, Endlings is the empowering story of four teenagers in foster care who discover they're not alone in the universe, even though sometimes it can feel like they are. Halfway across the world, Tuko is alone. After the death of her mate, Tuko becomes the last elephant in existence--what biologists call an endling. Her endling status summons to Earth a mysterious Alien who is on an intergalactic quest to save the last member of near-extinct species. After Tuko is collected, the Alien's ship malfunctions and sends it on a crash course with the farm where Julia (Kamaia Fairburn), Johnny (Edison Grant), Tabby (Michela Luci) and Finn (Cale Thomas Ferrin) live with their foster dad, Mr. Leopold (Neil Crone). Before crashing, the Alien releases all of its cosmic collection into the fields and wilderness surrounding the property. This kicks off a high-action life-altering mission to retrieve these fantastical creatures before the local police, Tuko's caretaker (Oyin Oladejo), or a secretive industrialist (Lisa Ryder) can. Along the way, four discarded teens discover that "endling" doesn't have to mean the end; it can also mean a new beginning.

In this unexpected twist to a common ship, S.S.Glorybringer is tossed into rough waters. Even though the war is long since over, the dragonets are all suffering their own fights. Love is a battlefield, that much is proving true for Glory and Deathbringer. While Fatespeaker and Starflight plan a royal wedding, Sunny and Qibli

rapidly discover what romance is, Clay and Peril are 'warming up' to each other, and Riptide finally confesses feelings for Tsunami, our favorite sarcastic RainWing queen and infamous but charming NightWing assassin struggle and play with their emotions. But they have to learn just how powerful love, affection, and desire can be.

Glory looked out over her vast kingdom. She had chosen her colors carefully, rolling swirls of sky blue with blues and purples placed in precise patterns on her wings, showing off her pride. This was the day, she told herself, that she would give the NightWings what they wanted.

"So... Yes, it's just between the... Yeah, that's going to work... They certainly won't be happy about their neighbors, though," Thorn was half commenting on Glory's plan, half muttering to herself. Starflight pushed his glasses farther up onto his nose. The dragonets were all relieved to know that he wasn't permanently blind.

"So, let me get this straight. The rocky land between the IceWings and the SandWings is going to the NightWings? That's a lot of land, bigger than the Rainforest Kingdom, but not quite as big as the Sky Kingdom." He turned his head down toward the map he was holding. He breathed out heavily and clawed the wood floor under his talons nervously. Finally, Starflight looked up and smiled. "I think they'll love it. But who would rule the land? Morrowseer and Blister want to spend time together, not have to rule a kingdom."

Morrowseer had escaped the NightWing island and kept a low profile, and Blister was too smart to go to the Kingdom of Sand, where she would surely die. She had sent a decoy in her place and searched all of Pyrrhia to find Morrowseer. The two dragons were now on their honeymoon in the Ice Kingdom, and were hoping to buy a private island to live on in the Kingdom of the Sea.

"One day, Twilight Sparkle will rule Equestria, as a just, kind, smart, brave, loyal pony. Only once Celestia dies, though. Battlewinner is dead, and her daughter is not fit to rule. But there are two just, kind, smart, brave, loyal dragons in front of me right now. As the dragon currently in charge of the NightWings, I officially pronounce you Queen Fatespeaker and, should he chose to accept it, King Starflight." Fatespeaker gasped and bowed to Glory.

"Isn't it just beautiful?" Deathbringer eyed the scene of happy, large NightWings, dragonets playing on the rocks, parents hunting and bringing in large, fat prey. But most of all, hidden in the dens deep below the ground where it was safe and warm, Deathbringer knew there lay many, many dark, shimmering NightWing eggs.

"One day, my dragonets will spring from their eggs, leap and romp over these rocks, drag animals home from the woods for dinner," Deathbringer imagined his children having the one thing he could never seem to get. He had plenty of jewels from a well-paying job, excitment hadn't been hard to come across, he had gained more knowledge in his youth than he knew what to do with. No, the one thing the skinny black dragonet on the island just couldn't get his claws on was a family.

"Watch out, little guy," Deathbringer helped the dragonet up, but instead of resuming his game of run-around-and-try-to-knock-the-big-dragons-over, the dragonet stared at Glory. Then words tumbled and spouted from his jaws like the lava from the volcano. His talking frenzy mostly consisted of 'Thank you' and 'I love this place' and 'You are so awesome.' Then the NightWing abruptly stopped talking, blushed, ran away, came back and bowed, and ran away again. Then he started talking to his friends excitedly and pointed at Glory, and suddenly the RainWing queen was swarmed by starry dragonets.

Finally, as the sun sank below the horizon, Deathbringer saved Glory from her fan club. "Let's go. Thorn will have a fit if her precious beetle doesn't get what she wants, and Sunny wants Fatespeaker to come over for a slumber party." Glory had another five minutes of each dragon bowing and saying goodbye to her before they could leave and get to Starflight and Fatespeaker's den. Fatespeaker was excited to spend the night with all her girlfriends. She chatted about games and food and wanting to pull and all-nighter all the way to the Kingdom of Sand. Starflight waved goodbye to her even after she was gone from sight.

"What part of 'girls only sleepover' do you not understand?" Tsunami shouted from inside the room, fighting down giggles. Deathbringer shrugged and walked away, daring to kiss Glory quickly on the cheek before departing. Glory smacked him with her wing, and Tsunami flashed her a toothy grin from across the room. Sunny shut the door.

"I'm not sure if it's love, but I can tell you that whenever I look at him, or hear his sly, confident voice, or even just smell his sweet, albeit fishy, breath, my head sort of spins and I feel like I just had twelve hours of sun time."

The other dragonets just sat there blinking. After a particularly painful pause, Tsunami broke the silence. "Can you just say yes or no to make it simple?" Everyone burst into laughter, which is why nobody heard the door open.

"I must have misheard, but did you just call my breath fishy?" Deathbringer cast a sarcastic-disbelieving look at Glory. She groaned, doing a mini-faceplant into a pile of pillows to hide the shades of bright pink seeping into her snout.

Deathbringer received another pillow to the snout. He was quickly shooed out of the room. Or more rather, Tsunami growled at him and Deathbringer was NOT about to face that snarling blue ball of fury.

Deathbringer spent his time wandering the palace. He strolled through the library, past Oasis' grave, through the treasure room hallway, and finally into Burn's collection tower. He peered into the shadows, and saw a familiar sparkle. Deathbringer looked closer.

Is that... Northstar? That face... Deathbringer knew it all too well. Northstar had been a close friend of his before he took the path of continental protection and Deathbringer took the path of a professional assassin. They had set off for the mainland together, only to take entirely different paths.

Deathbringer looked again at the silent stuffed NightWing. Now that he thought about it, it wasn't Northstar, but it was still a member of his tribe. Deathbringer gently tucked the head under his wing. He lifted his wings and took off, landing just outside the palace. He buried the head under the sand, saying a few words for the NightWing.

Their snouts found each other's, and their scales scraped together softly. Moonlight caught on Glory's shifting scales, revealing several delicate shades of calm, pale blues and whites. Deathbringer felt a connection sparking and growing into a flaming inferno of love between the two dragons. He felt like he wanted to be in this moment forever.

Glory and Deathbringer both pretended that their midnight romance had never happened. They continued with life, but something was different between them, more tense. Like they felt wrong about their kiss.

Glory's colors were stiffer and more stable than ever. Even a series of truly hilarious 'Yo Mama' jokes from Clay couldn't shift the color of her scales by half a shade. Once she was back in the rainforest fulfilling her queenly duties, she felt a bit happier, having the sun time to help her. But she missed Deathbringer, who was helping the NightWings settle in. First came sadness, brushed away by boredom, and finally swept over by a cloud of fury. Wasn't she important to him? Maybe he was trying to get away from her. Her emotions involving Deathbringer shadowed everything else. Though some happy news, brought by Clay, put a bit of surprised orange on Glory's wingtips.

"Glory," Clay walked into the hut one afternoon, clearly suppressing pure excitement, "Come see this." Glory followed him to where Peril was touching down on a tree branch. Glory didn't understand why this was so amazing until she realized that the branch should have crumbled in ashes, not bob up and down with the SkyWing's weight, unharmed.

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