CRACK! Storm clawed at her almost-broken eggshell with her talons. With a final CRUNCH! it split and she tentatively crawled out.
Aha! The world was bigger than her egg after all! She had been right all along!
Then her joy gave way to awe. Bathed in the almost phosphorescent light of the three full moons, the clouds, the remains of her eggshell, even her own scales shone silver.
Little did this dragonet know that she wasn't normal, average like all her other siblings, and how this would cause her trouble in the end. She was too engrossed in the world around her, the stillness of the night, the softness of the clouds, the tranquility of it all.
Suddenly her "exploration" was interrupted by two incredibly strange things.
First she saw a vision, of an island shaped like a dragon. She was much older, and flying over the island. Beneath her, on the island, were other dragons like her, but they weren't exactly alike. Some had scales that could change color, while others could breathe ice like clouds. Then she saw the dragons almost like her, except for that where she had pale, misty scales, they had purple-black scales like night. A few had the silvery scales on their snout like hers. She looked down and realized she was also one of these black dragons. I am a NightWing, she thought, but she didn't know what a NightWing was and why she would be one.
Then the thoughts started rushing into her mind, and she was 99% sure that they weren't her own. Make that 80%.
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The CloudWings
FanfictionWhen Pyrrhia was but a tiny volcanic island of a continent, there were already dragons living on it; well, above it. They were the CloudWings, who helped shape Pyrrhia to what it is today. How did the seven tribes of modern Pyrrhia originate, and...
