Dragon Spire (Hiatus)

Prologue (EDITED)

"We have to get to the Spire!" he shouted over the wind. The world below was a blur of water and rocky outcrops. The island was near; he could feel it. There was so much power, safety. All except for the yearly total solar eclipse that always managed to happen there. But tonight was not the eclipse. The humans, the Hunters, would always hunt them. Just less. They would be forever confined to this island, which was both a haven and a prison.

Going to the island also meant exposing it to the outside world. For now, no one but the Dragon Shifters knew. There would always be threat hanging over the future generations, but those generations would be stronger, able to deal with it. The Hunters were just humans, but they had all of the supernaturals that they had broken and reformed to do the dirty work. He could here the hisses and snarls of beasts that no longer thought for themselves behind him. He knew only humans would come to hunt in the future, if they had a future. But right now there were too many. They had to make it to the Spire.

"Keep going! We're almost their! Don't lose the eggs. Keep them safe at all costs, even your life!" my wife called. She and I were carrying the royal line- two precious eggs. In all, there were about twenty eggs, being carried by only fifteen of us. The very last fifteen of us. There were more alive, but they were all enslaved to their "riders". They had hardly any control over their actions. They could think, of course, but hardly did anything about their state of being.

Over time they would become tame, like all of the other animals like cows and cats and goats. Dragons are not meant to be tame.

"My egg!" It fell, tumbling, shaking the poor soul inside, plummeting toward the sea and rocks below. I saw my wife go shooting after it. That would be one of the royal lines. She caught it, and flew to rejoin the group, only to be shot down by a fleet of arrows. The egg fell once again. He knew he had to go after it, but would he be shot down too? He already held the life of one in his hands. He handed his egg to someone else and plummeted after his now dead wife. There would be time to mourn later.

He felt he tug of the Spire, pulling the eggs towards itself. It was meant to protect. So it always pulled the young toward itself. It had healed many, and saved many, but never had it become a permanent home. These eggs would be the first to hatch their, and hopefully not be the last. Hopefully it would also be enough to save this egg.

He heard the arrow before he felt it. It was specially made to penetrate a dragon's thick hide, and that was exactly what it did. He made a grab for the egg. He must not let it drop again. It might not hatch now anyway. Dragon eggs were extremely fragile. He flew unsteadily towards the island and landed with a crash, dead wife and an egg in his arms. But then his wife stirred. Her eyes cracked open, a dull silver. She was alive!

As all of the dragons' felt that the end was near, they found safety. Several gave their lives into weaving a protective spell around the island. It would only last for fifteen years, but it would do. By then the young ones would be trained. Their race could survive.