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Morrowseer had never been one for gossip.
He preferred the facts such as the NightWings superiority over all other tribes, and the fact that Blister would win this war. So, when he’d heard all those years ago that Mastermind, the queen’s scientist had decided to have a relationship with a tribe never seen before on the mainland— he had dismissed it. Thought it was some joke an immature NightWing dragonet had thought was funny.
Now, just a few days before the first brightest night in a century, he could see why someone might say this egg was not pure NightWing. It was more rounded than a usual egg from their kind, and much more oval-shaped. The biggest factor in thinking this way, though, was the multitude of white scales on the egg seen normally on IceWing eggs. Though, Morrowseer was sure Mastermind would not mate with their number one enemy.
Finding out whoever Mastermind might’ve mated with will have to wait as Morrowseer needed to deliver this egg to The Talons of Peace before the sun came back up.
Ah.
Right, The Talons of Peace.
The ones which were expecting him 30 minutes ago. Of which he spent examining the same egg he would have to give to them. And now it was nearing sunrise.
Morrowseer sighed and tucked the egg under his arm, spreading his wings to his full wingspan and lifting into the air with a powerful flap.
Now, who did mate with Mastermind? Of course, it couldn’t have been recent as then this egg wouldn’t have been ready to hatch in time for the brightest night so Mastermind would’ve had to been seeing this dragon for a while.
Obviously, it was an IceWing as well; otherwise there wouldn’t be any white scales on the egg. He ducked down onto an island, taking a small break. Nightwings weren’t exactly the fastest dragons nor, were they built for long distance. Especially in their current living conditions.
Morrowseer stretched his wings and his body. Then he glanced back at the egg on the ground.
He looked at the small egg closer, I mean…there was no way it was actually a IceWing-NightWing hybrid, was there? There was no chance at all. The egg looked the same as before. Same odd oval look, same white scales, and same rounded-shape.
There was a small crack on the egg now though. Overachiever, much? The egg better not hatch now, otherwise, the preparations would be for nothing. He noticed the sun beginning to set faster and decided that he should get back to flying eventually.
He sighed and tucked the egg back under his arm and lifted back into the air. As he flew, he thought about the egg’s origin. The timeline doesn’t make sense, or, at least doesn’t match up with his memories.
Dragon eggs take three months to hatch and they take 6 months to hibernate inside of a dragon. But for those few weeks Mastermind must’ve impregnated the dragon and began developing the egg, Mastermind was confined to the island to continue work on Queen Battlewinner’s lava armour. Which means Mastermind must’ve snuck off, but why? For some dragon he would have to be against in the war? After all, Queen Glacier was on Blaze’s side.
Morrowseer made sure to glide down low as he started approaching SkyWing territory, blending in with the shadows. He did not want Queen Scarlet, or worse, Burn to spot him anywhere near their mountain. He could consider himself a good fighter and an excellent diplomat, but that against Queen Scarlet or Burn? He’d rather not test out. He ducked lower, starting to land in front of a giant bolder with a wooden lever wedged beneath it and a small hole in the middle of it.
He knocked on the bolder, he prided himself on manners after all. The bolder then started to move with an annoying scraping sound. On the other side was one of the guardians, Kestrel, looking more annoyed than usual.
“Morrowseer.”
“Kestrel.”
With a moments pause, Kestrel sighed. “What’s your excuse this time, oh great NightWing?” She said, sarcasm lacing her words.
“Well, if you must know, I was examining the egg. I just lost track of time.” Morrowseer responded.
Kestrel scrutinized Morrowseers words carefully, and then sighed once more. “Fine, fine. Whatever. Just hand the egg over and then you get back to your NightWing business.” Morrowseer handed the egg over to Kestrel.
“…Are you serious?”
“What is it this time?” Morrowseer growled.
“Is this really the ‘wings of night’ mentioned in the prophecy? I mean, I do know you’re the one who created the prophecy, but seriously?” Kestrel snarled.
“I am serious about this. I don’t joke about something so important. This is the dragonet mentioned in the prophecy.” Morrowseer rolled his eyes. “Do I look like the type to joke?”
Kestrel laughed, “Pfft. If…this is the wings of night, then my hope for the war to end has just gone down significantly.” Kestrel scoffed.
“That easily? That’s sad.” Morrowseer sighed. “Whatever. Even if you don’t believe me, that egg your holding is one of the only NightWing eggs on my homeland that will be hatching on the brightest night. Since it is a dragonet of destiny, it’ll be different from any other NightWing because, after all, it has a destiny the others do not.” Morrowseer stated.
Kestrel opened her mouth to retaliate…and then shut it when she couldn’t think of a good comeback. Morrowseer had a point and he knew it. “…Fine. You’re right about the egg. Just…why does it have white scales? Only other tribe I know with white scales on their eggs are IceWings and— if I’m correct— they aren’t exactly appreciative towards NightWings. Especially enough to have an egg with one.” Kestrel asked with curiosity.
“That…that, I don’t know.” Morrowseer replied. “I’m curious about that as well.”
“Oh, and I thought NightWings were all-knowing mind readers?” Kestrel responded with sarcasm.
Morrowseer let out a small snarl. This dragon had a talent for irritating him with her questions and attitude. “We are. But our visions don’t show us meaningless things like the parents of an egg unless it’s important.” Morrowseer said with an undertone of irritation.
“Alright then.” Kestrel relented, tucking the egg under her arm. “Do you have a name for the little bugger?” Kestrel asked.
“Starflight for a male and Truthbringer for a female.” Morrowseer answered. “I’ll be taking my leave now if you have nothing else to pester me with.” Morrowseer walked out of the cave and flew off.
Kestrel scowled. “Stupid NightWing, giving me a hybrid NightWing egg.” She muttered to herself as she closed the cave door. She placed down the NightWing egg into the makeshift nest she’d made. Third one of five so they’d be done soon at least. Thank the moons. She then walked to her shared sleeping cave with the other guardians. Thankfully, the others were already asleep so she didn’t have to worry about them pestering her about the egg; at least until tomorrow.
She hopped up and laid on her stone ledge which was uncomfortably close to falling down if she moved in her sleep. She didn’t. That was why she’d volunteered for the ledge while the others slept on the ground. She laid her head down on her talons and fell into a restless sleep.