CoralChaser
A prophecy and five dragonets. Only this time, they're completely abnormal. A sandwing with bright yellow, blue and teal scales with glow in the dark spots and no stinger? A skywing with a fat... everything and a boxy head yet is super small? A rainwing that is mostly black and can't completely camouflage? A black icewing? A white nightwing? But, they're the ones the Pyrrhia needs.
Takes place in 5037 AS
Prophecy:
Wrongful villains in our midst,
Trying to undo the first interracial kiss.
Where it all started,
The place of the big-hearted,
The place where dragons learn,
Will be the first to crumble and burn.
Where there is the most hybrids,
Where there is the most horrids,
Is where the first will fall.
Aid the one born of sand and sea,
To gather the fist key.
Persuade the one of dark ice,
To free you from the vice.
For the one who started the lies,
Use the wings of mud and skies.
You already have rain in the night,
You already have night that is light,
Work together and you just might,
Be able to do what is right.