Moon Dust

Bingo is an outcast, has always been. It's not up until his parents sell him to the king that he knows this. He's known he's different since the first time he sun burned so quickly in the sun, from when he could tell his fangs weren't gonna get any bigger, and when he came of age and shifted into a little white bat. No, Bingo is not normal compared to his kind, not normal at all. At least the king's nice to his servants, though, right?
Dawn's tended to hide away from the world. After its abandonment in the forest at a young age, it doesn't quite trust anyone. Selectively mute, it only ever vocalizes its feelings by an occasional hiss or squeak... not that it needs to vocalize anything when hiding away from everyone. In a way it knows its dust does something to people, makes them sleepy. Maybe that's because it's a moon elf fairy, who knows. It's not like it'll interact with people anytime soon, right?
Dorian, after the death of their parents, has been being taken care of by his island's people. He's been constantly underestimated, but then again who can blame people for underestimating. They're tall, but much more of a cuddler than a fighter... unless you hurt his friends, then you're in for it. They're a social bug, but along with the underestimation is a lot of judgement... he can tell. Constantly put down by expectation and misjudgement he doesn't know where he fits. At least he has some friends, though, right?
These three end up an unlikely trio, but how?

An Islands' story.

Should update at least every 2 weeks with a new chapter, maybe every week if I'm in the writing mood.