𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 ☁️

𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆

6 years ago...

Cove was bursting with happiness. I'm an animus!! She had thought. The Talons of Power ceremony had just concluded, and Cove had just found out about her hidden power.

Cove decided she would do good things with her magic, not bad things like they did in the war of Sandwing Succession. She knew the first thing she wanted to do. She knew it was possible. Cove was going to make someone else an animus.

Cove knew this was a very unusual this to do, but she wanted to share her gift with a dragonet, she had the power to make their life special too.

Cove swam as fast as her wings and talons could carry her. She sped through the grand opening of the Deep Palace, greeted by Queen Anemone's most trusted guards.

"Hello Princess Cove." The Guard on the left flashed in aquatic. He had deep blue scales, and many scars. Princess Cove continued swimming past, ignoring the guards welcoming. She had to fulfill her mission before anyone noticed she was gone. She swam to her sleeping quarters, and ditched all the items she was carrying in her pouch at that moment, and swam back out.

Soft sunlight was creating a warm glow in the ocean, making the shell-like walls glimmer. Cove rushed back out the entryway, again ignoring the guards and had finally reached the fresh salty air of the beach.

Cove mentally revised the Pyrrhian map in her mind. She was closest to the rainforest, or the Mud Kingdom, but she wanted to do something else.

I want to enchant a Pantalan dragon, they can't have animus magic. Well, they soon will.

After a few days of flying, Cove had finally reached the Pantalan peninsular. The sky was pitch black, faint stars shining in the distance. Everyone would be asleep; it was the best time of the day.

Cove descended onto the grass quietly, being careful not to make a sound. She peeked around the corner. The guards were not there, which meant she was lucky. She silently walked around the village, everywhere was full of trees and little homes, Cove thought it was quite cute. After a few minutes of snooping around, she was standing in the doorway to the Silkwing hatchery. The light was dull, a small yellow light coming from a lamp on the roof. All the eggs were white with small specks of colour, all nearly the same. Something was wobbling below her, and she looked down quickly, hoping it wasn't an already hatched dragonet. But Cove was relieved when it was just an egg. It was about to hatch. This egg was slightly different to the rest. It was white like the others, but was rainbow on the very top and the bottom. Cove had this odd feeling that she ought to go and wake up the dragonet's parents, but she had to keep secret. She reached down and scooped up the delicate egg. She rested the weightless shell in her talons, and closed her eyes until everything faded to black.

This is it, go on... enchant it... a voice whispered in the back of her mind. She smiled. Times to change another dragonet's life.

And I can't even tell anyone about it...

Cove knew that if she told someone, she would be hated. They would all make nasty remarks, like, 'how could you ruin a dragonet's life like that?' or, 'you could be making another enemy!' Cove was aware of all the things she was risking right now. But she just had this strong feeling in her heart that this was the right thing to do, but she didn't know why.

With her eyes still closed, she focused really hard on what she would like to happen, and the whispered.

"I enchant the dragonet in this egg to be an animus, with the same abilities and rules as a bloodline born animus would have."

Done... Cove opened her eyes and laid the shaking egg down. The dragonet inside would either have an easy life, being able to have fun enchanting things and making jobs easier, or would be banished and would be alone, not knowing what to do. Cove sighed, hoping this was the right thing to do.

Suddenly there was a crack, and realised the dragonet was breaking out of its egg. She scurried carefully away, hoping that the parents were on their way to meet their newly hatched dragonet.

Cove lifted off into the sky, the sun was slowly beginning to rise, the dark blue and orange filling the rest of the black star speckled atmosphere. She flew fast back to the deep palace without another look back, she didn't want to be asked where she went. Since she was a princess, her mother would notice that she was gone instantly. This was scary, she had just potentially made a big threat to Pyrrhia without even knowing it. Animus dragons were dangerous and the magic was not to be messed around with, but Cove just knew, she just knew that somehow, enchanting that particular egg, would one day make a change in the world. She didn't know what, but she knew in some way, it would.

LATER ON

Cecropia hurried to the Hatchery. It was happening. It was happening now.

And I'm the only one to witness it.

Her mate Bamboo had died not long ago. Cecropia was devastated. They had met in the Rainforest during the second war with the Breath of Evil. At first sight, they had instantly fell in love. Her tribe had hated her for being together with a Rainwings, but eventually they had gotten used to it.

Cecropia stared up at the two full moons, the other barely visible. She had just seen something, or someone. She had to blink a few times to check if she wasn't hallucinating. A pale blue Seawing was flying away from the hatchery. She wanted to call out what she had been doing, maybe call the guards? But Cecropia ignored it, the Seawing would be long gone before she could reach anybody.

Cecropia stepped into the dimly lit hatchery. Her egg was cracking and shaking right below her, she had just made it. She lifted it up in her talons, and watched it mesmerised. And after one big crack, her beautiful dragonet popped out.

At once, Cecropia felt something highly strange about him. He had this odd aura, but she couldn't tell what. She had only felt this feeling once before, and that was when someone had used magic in the war. She stared down at her dragonet. He couldn't have magic... Pantalan tribes didn't have any animus dragons. But she was sure they would new. Her Silkwing and Rainwing dragonet would be the first. She looked at she soaring dragon in the sky, and wondered if she, somehow, had anything to do with this. 

I know the last prologue in Warm Sunset was also a hatching, but I felt like both times were important. Hope you like it! Now I'm going to have a break for a while, now that you guys get your first chapter, you might have to wait a month or so until the next one...