The SkyWing stepped in front of the wall. A SeaWing, SandWing, MudWing, IceWing, NightWing, and RainWing sat in a neatly formed line on both of his sides, leaving him in the middle. "Heatwave, are you sure that this is wise?"
"Yes, Clearsight." As soon as he said those words, his right talon caught on fire. Heatwave placed it on the wall and showed five eggs in the burning flame, all in different places in Pyrrhia. "Heatwave, which one did you choose?"
"This one." He pointed to the SkyWing egg. "The SeaWing is yours, Fathom, the NightWing belongs to you, Clearsight, the IceWing to you, Whiteout, and the SandWing is yours, Jerboa."
"Yes, sir," They all said in unison.
"But, what about me and Tiger?" Heatwave turned towards the MudWing and RainWing. "Relax, Sepia. You are helping Whiteout train the IceWing, and Tiger is helping Fathom train the SeaWing." He turned back towards the wall with a sigh. Sadly, they would have to be born with the Oddity Mark. It would be a curse to wear it, but it would pay off in the end. "When will we be receiving them for training?"
"When they're ready, Whiteout. When they're ready."
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The Oddity
FanfictionNow, these five dragonets, Startraveler, Hypnos, Azure, Iceberg, and Falcon, aren't normal, and they know it. They have these odd colors, abilities, and shapes, along with a strange marking that rests somewhere on their scales. What it is, they don'...
