Prolouge

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It was a stormy night in the Skywing Kingdom. Lark could hardly keep herself in the air. The rain and wind pushed her back, but she needed to move forward. She couldn't stop. She needed to get her egg to safety. The egg was supposed to hatch tomorrow, and Lark couldn't let the Wings have it. Her dragonet was in grave danger. The Wings were after it. She needed to get it to safety; but where would she go? What would she do?

Suddenly lightning struck with a bright flash of light, striking Lark out of the sky as if the goddess of dragons herself had struck her down.

Lark's singed body crashed into the river, and the egg in its soft black pouch was carried downstream, lost to the storm.

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