"This is getting ridiculous!" Talon shouted at the end of work one day.
"I know what you mean. We used to have some control over our lives, but now everything is being chosen for us," Angelite commented.
"Even before that control was minimal though. Our jobs were chosen for us, the bell kept our exact schedule..." Talon objected.
"What would you rather have done Talon?" Emerald asked.
"I was really hoping to be a guard or hunter," he answered, "What about you Emerald?"
"I wanted to be an advisor, but my grades weren't good enough and all other positions were taken," she said.
"What about you, Angelite?" Talon asked.
"I wanted to be a guard as well. Almost everyone from my old den became a hunter or guard, I just wanted to follow in their clawprints."
"Hold on, I just thought of something. Do any of us know who our parents are? Or our hatch mates?" Talon asked.
"No, why?" Emerald responded.
"That's not abnormal Talon, no one here knows their parents or hatch mates except for the royal family," Angelite added.
"Exactly. Why do they get to know, and why do they only ever have one dragonet? It's pretty common knowledge that a hatch group has three to four, almost every time."
"Talon may be on to something. It's also not like we ever see them. I don't think any of us know what they look like," Emerald added.
"Except for occasional messages and holidays, I don't think it would be to hard to forget they existed," Angelite commented.
"Why are you three spending so much time out here, curfew is in less than a quarter sun tilt," A guard questioned, walking up to them.
"Come on, cut us a little slack. We're working overtime to get the tower done, we're exhausted." Talon begged.
"Sorry Talon, can't do that. The new curfew was set and every dragon has to follow it."
"Fine, but make sure you know your bringing all three of us food later tonight," Talon snapped as he flew away.
"Make sure it's warm this time," Emerald added, flying away as well.
"You have some witty remark for me as well?" The guard asked.
"Actually, I do. My food was soggy last time. Can you try to keep the sandwich crunchy? That's a good dinner dragon," He made sure his tale smacked the guard as he flew away.
"Thanks for that Angelite!" He called.
"Your welcome!" He yelled back.
Upon touching down at the entrance of his den, he was met by another guard.
"What is it? I don't want to be late for curfew," Angelite huffed, annoyed.
"That's the least of your problems Angelite."
"What do you mean Slate?" He asked.
"You have been called to the palace for charges against the crown," As soon as Slate read the charges, two more guards stepped out of the shadows, spears at the ready.
"What in Nature's name do you mean? What did I do?" Angelite asked.
"None of your business," One of the guards growled.
"Come with us and things won't get ugly." Slate snapped.
Growling, Angelite turned and followed the guards to the royal palace.
