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Under a mountain in skywing territory, under the watchful eyes of three dragons who wouldn’t treat them as well as they should, five dragonets would soon hatch.
The light of the three moons, all full, shone through the skylight of the study room turned temporary hatchery.
Outside of the safety of her shell, her guardians argued with one another.
“What do you mean they just turned silver?” Said the SkyWing.
“I mean exactly that!” Responded the gruff voice of the SandWing. “They just changed.”
“It’s bad enough that he ” the SkyWing started with an accusatory gesture at the SeaWing “brought a RainWing egg –”
“Hey!” Retorted the SeaWing, “ This is in no way my fault.” With that he gestured at the group of five eggs, all of different tribes. Mostly. Specifically gestured towards the egg of the dragon who would be her brother in all ways but blood– the egg that had turned from pitch black to pure shiny silver– and of course her own, which was mottled and swirled with a mix of silver and its original sandy color.
She, of course, understood none of this.
The MudWing hatched first. He tried to help the rest of them out of their eggs. The grown dragons didn’t understand, they stopped him.
All of this meant nothing to the mind of the dragonet in the golden-silver egg. Flashes of awareness from the minds of those aged enough to have awareness. Overwhelming confusion from the vicious- no, helpful little MudWing who wrestled against the SkyWing’s claws. Awareness gone in a heartbeat.
Sunny– for that was what they would call her– came out last, and when she did emerge from her shell, she understood, not from the looks they exchanged but from the thoughts that loudly flitted across their minds.
She came out wrong.
Why is the SandWing golden, rather than sandy colored? She’s missing her tail barb! Why has she got those oddly shaped scales by her eyes?
Sunny turned on some instinct to her brother– the NightWing, they’d call him Starflight– she knew, if only for a second. Whatever was wrong with her, but only part of it, was also in him. She knew it by those silver scales he had.
By the echo of her own recognition in his mind.