![]() ![]() White? She thought, Aren’t RainWings supposed to be colourful? Maybe they start out like this… Out of the silver egg, a white nose peeked out. Wrathful thought angrily to herself.Ī cracking noise erupted, drawing her attention back to the egg. This is what a NightWing’s life should be. She was not a sentimental dragon, but feeling the light of the moons on her scales felt right. She looked up at the moons and felt something overtake her. Rain fell through the gap, as well as the unfiltered light of the three moons. It was in a clearing, where there was a gap in the canopy. She had never seen eggs of other tribes, but she knew NightWing eggs were black, perhaps with some tiny silver flecks. When she approached, she could see the colour. Something shone brighter than the leaves, and it caught Wrathful’s eye. Pale moonlight reflected off of the dewy leaves of the large rainforest trees, creating an effect like walking through a world of illuminated, shattered glass. It was dark, and the three moons were out, all in different stages of their moon cycle. Wrathful explored the area of the rainforest near the tunnels, looking for prey. He was the most useful partner she had ever had. He always helped take care of them, though. Only three of them were really Bloodspiller’s, though all of them were hers, with different mates. Wrathful loved the extra hunting days her family got, and the other benefits for a family with five dragonets. Most NightWings on the island struggled with infertility, due to the terrible conditions they had to spend time in, but the two of them did not. Her and her partner, Bloodspiller, had been lucky. Mostly, she loved not having to be around her annoying dragonets. She hated going hungry, she hated the awful air, and she loved the rainforest. Wrathful hated being cooped up on the island: anyone would. Wrathful exited the tunnel, taking a long inhale of the fresh rainforest air. He would not let Mastermind hurt her, no matter what. Trueheart watched the dark blue and purple nose crack open the top of the egg, he watched the little dragonet stumble out and flop onto the ground, gazing up at him with large green eyes, he knew that he had to do whatever he could to free this dragonet from Mastermind’s experiments. It was not only curiosity, but a thirst for knowledge so strong that he would do anything to satiate it. Both Mastermind and Trueheart watched it with great curiosity, but Trueheart noticed a glimpse of something else in Mastermind’s dark eyes. The light and beauty of a world Trueheart had never truly known, but only glimpsed the times that he was permitted to leave the NightWing island. They held all the glorious darkness of the night. Even then, he knew NightWing eggs were different. Trueheart had never seen an egg before, not since he was born and emerged from his own. It was a light purple colour, and glossy like a polished gemstone. A variety of experiments cluttered the walls, but Trueheart’s eyes were only on one thing: a RainWing egg. 4.2 Chapter nine: Fate, friendship, fear.3.1 Chapter three: The Ballad of Darkest Night.
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