The Lost Dragonet

Chapter One

   As Kestrel made her way back to the cave with the final egg to the prophecy going her normal fast pace, she wondered, like always; if she got the right egg. The other eggs in  that clutch had clearly been unhealthy and were probably dead before they were even developed. One even got cracked. Even if this egg happened to live, it'd definitely grow to be a very sickly dragon, even if they had kept them from anything that wasn't pristine. It was proven that that dragoness' mate, or one time partner, was probably related to her somehow. That's what she could safely assume. How careless of her to have children or even think to mate with a dragon so related to her. It was even more careless to lay her eggs in such an isolated place without any help or assistance. It had been easy to tell that she wasn't anywhere near ready for dragonets.

  When she finally reached the cave she cradled the the egg in her left foreleg as she pushed at the rock with the right side of her body, feeling one of the other Talons of Peace members help her get passed the somewhat difficult entrance, it turned out to be Webs.

  "You got the egg," he managed to croak out, such a dumb question with the most obvious answer. "Of corse I did, you bird-brained lizard," she hissed simply but coldly, feeling a bit of satisfaction at him flinching. "Good, now all we have to do is wait. We already have everything and everyone else." he replied. If you call a lazy, disgustingly dissapointing Rainwing apart of the prophecy, Kestrel considered saying, Hviter died for THAT?! He deserves so much better, but she held her toungue and instead decided to strum at the small and delicate egg. She already felt a bit possessive over it...

   Kestrel felt a bit displeased she had to look over six inanimate eggs for this inprobable prophecy, but she felt she was the only one who knew how to do it properly. With thatthought she put the eggs around eachother near the water, in a classic hatching pattern. Five of them around the newly - layed one, as to serve some sort of protection for the soft egg. Then to be sure, she sniffed the eggs to try to determine if they'd have the same hatching day. She came to the conclusion they would, and that they newest one was a tad over developed due to its soft, kinda flexible shell. She couldn't be one hundred percent sure, though.
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~The Hatching~
 
   Months later, the biggest egg cracked. Webs, Dune, and Kestrel all gathered around, impatiently waiting for the dragonet to come out of its egg. The cave filled with wet cracking sounds until it finally came out, thick brown scales and all, and covered in its own egg juices. Then, more cracks sounded, but this time from the Seawing egg. The Seawing came out much easier, looking at the Mudwing curiously as it shook off the excess muck off of its sea colored scales.

  Then, suddenly, the Mudwing lunged at the nearest egg and headbutted it, causing Kestrel to cackle a bit. "We should call him Clay." she mused humorously as Webs looked on in horror. Dune seemed not to care at all. The Seawing let out a little enraged roar and tackled Clay into the water, causing them to whimper pitifully. "Tsunami would be a powerful name for her." Webs said quietly, still a bit shaken from the egg attack.

  Dune was sitting surprisingly still and uncaring about all of this as the two dragonets fought, the third egg hatched, being the Rainwing. "Name it Glory or Fortune or whatever." Dune said boringly, watching displeasidly as the Rainwing simply fell asleep among all this chaos. Tsunami and Clay kept fighting, even as Starflight and Sunny got hatched and named, until Clay broke free and butted against the last egg, causing the small, almost unnoticable cracks to become larger, and the newest dragonet to plop out.

    The last dragonet scared the peace trio, it didn't move at all. Kestrel slowly moved towards it and turned it over so it would face her, it stayed limp. Kestrel inspected it, it seemed to be female. She had a long tail, oversized wings, a deep silvery purple-blue scale color, thick scales that seemed like something was swirling in each individual one, and her wings were a light, near impossible to see purple, which was an odvious sign of sickness. She didn't move.