Lightning Chasers

How to care for your... Egg?

I still didn't understand. A highly territorial Titanwing Skrill had saved my life and taken me to it's nest. Why?
I looked at the egg. It looked healthy enough. The Skrill however, was worse for the wear. It looked severely hurt. Slowly, things began to come into focus.
I was to care for the egg. The Skrill was going to make its last flight...to Vanahiem. "Wait..." I protested, but it was too late. The Skrill had already taken off.
"Well, I guess it's just you and me now," I sighed. I had no clue how to care for an egg, much less what to do when it hatched. I picked up some flint by the nest and started gathering materials for a fire.
One moon had passed. I was very impatient.
Seven moons had now gone by, and I saw nothing from the egg. I was beginning to worry.
One cycle of 30 moons had gone by. I was now adept at fishing, making fires and egg-watching. The latter was not very exiting.
Three cycles had passed. My shelter was reinforced against storms, I had a fish pond, and a small stockpile of fruits. I walked by the egg and started my normal routine; clean the fish, smoke them, check the egg, cover it so it stays warm and the like.
Today, however was a bit different. Specifically, the egg looked different.
I hoped it would hatch soon, I was horribly bored and a baby dragon might liven things up a bit. However, nothing unusual happened until dusk. As dusk began to fall, and I heard an unusual sound. I left the shelter to investigate, and my gaze fell on the egg. I was elated. After almost four cycles, it was hatching. That happiness was soon replaced with terror with the relization that eggs explode when they hatch. And with Skrills, they probably explode with lightning. I turned to run just as there was a deafening explosion. Sure enough, the lightning followed shortly after the explosion. I picked myself up from the dirt, electricity crackling as I moved. In the center of the debris was a shimmery, iridescent silver skrill. He had light blue under-scales that gave the illusion of a faint glow. I approached and reached to pick it up.  He looked at me, and faintly growled. However he allowed me to pick him up. I stroked his soft scales, and smiled. That was before he tried to bite my hand off. Yeah, I had a feeling that this would be a sort of a love- hate relationship.
Probably painful too.

Somewhere on Vanahiem

The Titanwing Skrill had finished its flight and had reached the island. It was there for many months. It finally settled down in the final resting place as Sentinels cared for it. The Skrill raised its head. Somewhere, many miles away, the Skrill felt a faint surge of lightning. The dragon made a sound akin to a sigh. The egg had hatched and the dragon knew it was in good hands. Now the Skrill knew it could rest.

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