Moonborn

The Egg

Two years later:

 Evelyn dug small holes in the rich earth of her backyard with a small spade, a plastic container of seedlings and a blue watering can at her side. She sweltered in the hot summer sun, hearing distantly the excited shouts of kids playing in the street. The dark green foliage of different types of trees offered her shade as well as the mosquitos, who bit her periodically, but she didn't care. Sometimes she even welcomed the pain and irritation of a simple itch. Yes, she welcomed the physical pain, although she never intentionally hurt herself. Not emotional, though. She'd had too much of that for one lifetime.

Evelyn's eyes glazed over with tears for a moment, and one even fell before she regained control of herself, wiping her eyes with the back of her wrists so as not to get dirt in them.

She was a small woman, lithe and agile, yet with a certain degree of muscle in the arms and legs that said she wasn't to be taken lightly. Her wavy brown locks flowed down to her shoulders, but they were dull and frizzy without proper care; as dull as the pain in her eyes. Her hands shook a bit as she once again picked up the small spade and dug it into the earth, but before it could go down far enough, it hit something. Frowning in annoyance, she scooped out a shallow hole and stuck her hand in to lift out the troublesome stone.

Her features assembled into a mask of complete shock and surprise as she felt a spark from the stone run through her entire body like an electric current. She had felt that spark only once before, when she had been a mere thirteen year old orphan, having woken in the middle of the night to find a blue-violet dragon at her bed.

Before she could raise a shout or even draw a breath, Indigo had touched her, sending that same spark of bonding running through her veins, linking chosen with chooser, savior with saved.

His voice had come into her mind then, full of love, compassion and understanding, all things she had never found before. In that instant, she had trusted him like she had no one else, even before she had gotten a good look at him.

The revelation had been followed, predictably, by tears of joy, but before any attention could be called to the fact that there was a dragon in an orphanage, she had been whisked away by Indigo's teleportation powers to the Wings' compound.

Then she had been taken to the Academy, and literally a whole, new world had been opened to her. Aldebar, the school master, had explained to her, as he explained to all new students unfamiliar with dragons, what the Wings were.

Earth had layers. Not just in its core, but on its surface too. These areas of extra dimensions were loosely called, "The Fabulae," and technically occupied the same surface as their Earth counterparts, but were in reality completely different worlds, usually accessed by means of the nebulae-- otherwise known as the in-between. The nebulae was usually seen as a dark blue fog with shimmering pinpricks of light, and marked the areas between the Fabulae, separating them into islands of isolation that were prone to start wars with each other.

Long ago, a war so disastrous and life-claiming forced the Fabulae to come to an agreement. A particularly enterprising young king of Crone put forth the idea of a kind of police force, established on neutral land with representatives from every world, that would offer judgement over all the worlds without bias. A fine idea, except for the fact that there was no true guarantee that all of the representatives would remain impartial. But then a miracle happened.

Dragons appeared.

History debates on whether they had come to the rescue from a previously undiscovered realm or were sent by divine intervention, and some even speculated that they were the souls of those killed in the Great War, but the effect was the same. Citizens from every world were chosen and asked to give up their family, friends, even their life for the protection of the Fabulae. In return they had a friend by their side until death and a purpose more honorable than any other. None refused. 

A dragon's sense of smell was so fine-tuned as to be virtually a sixth sense, and not only could they smell tangible objects, but the nature of minds as well. This was how they chose their partners, by smelling out the mind that smelled of kindness and a desire to do good.

And so the Wings had began and continued, training new members in their Academy, settling disputes and maintaining peace across the worlds.

But the Wings had enemies. Small, elusive groups banded together for the sole cause of destroying the Wings and everything they stood for, including peace across the lands.

They were present in history, killing dragons and their riders throughout the centuries, but never had they been as potent of a threat as they were now.

Evelyn cut off the memory of the past before it could get too painful. She gently brushed away a layer of dirt from the top of what she had first thought was a stone. Now, as she examined its dappled rough surface with a mixture of surprise and disbelief, she knew that it wasn't, though how it had gotten here she had no idea. She began digging frantically to get it out, starting to feel real purpose for the first time in two years, and knowing deep inside that there could be no good reason that there was a dragon egg in her backyard. 

This part had major changes done on December 22.