What if Darkstalker helped Whiteout out of the egg

Hatching

Darkstalker saw that Foeslayer was looking at the egg beside him. It was entirely black unlike his. "I'm going to name you hm... Darkstalker." Foeslayer said softly. "Darkstalker it sounds like he stalks in the dark." A cold minded dragon growled. "No, no, no, it means that he chases away the dark." She hissed. "I get to name the other one if it hatches." The icy dragon grunted. Foeslayer took a second to answer. "Fine by me I guess." The icy dragon grinned for a moment then went back too looking displeased. Darkstalker sifted around through his head until he found a name Arctic. The name already sounded displeasing. The tiny dragonet got pounded with a vision. If he would just touch his sibling's egg it would hatch that night. It would have the same powers as him. He saw futures where they got along, or one of them would lead the other to their death, he saw a future where they ruled the nightwings together. He touched the egg slightly, and it started to turn white. Cracks formed on the egg along with occasional pecking noises. Foeslayer watched intently waiting for the egg to hatch while Arctic peered at the egg. Then the dragonet stumbled out she had deep blueish purpleish scales with a white under belly and wings, she had deep blue scales on her wings, and white horns and scales. "Her name will be Whiteout, I find that it's a much better name than that creep over there." Arctic growled. "He's not a creep!" Foeslayer shouted. Arctic turned around and left taking one more look at Whiteout before he left. The dragonet's futures were now sealed forever.