The Dragonet Prophecy

Hi! So this is by me, Starlight the RainWing Animus! Not to be confused with Nightstar's. Although we are writing ours together, so don't get mad at me if some things are the same.
=== Prophecy === 
When the war has lasted 20 years…
The dragonets will come.
When the land is soaked with blood and tears…
The dragonets will come.
Find the SeaWing egg of deepest blue.
Wings of Night will come to you.
The largest egg on the mountain high will give to you the Wings of Sky.
For Wings of Earth, search through the mud for an egg the color of dragon blood.
Hidden alone from the rival queens, the Wings of Sand waits unseen.
And Wings of Ice, shining bright, blue and white, will bring them together, the last of the flight
Of three queens Blister, Blaze, and Burn
Two shall die and one shall learn...
If she bows to a fate that is stronger and higher
She'll have the powers of wings of fire.
Six eggs to hatch on the brightest night,
Six dragons born to end the fight
Darkness will rise to bring the light.
The dragonets are coming…
=== Prologue === 
A dragon was trying to hide in the storm.
Lightning flickered across the dark clouds as Hvitur clutched his fragile cargo closer. If he could make it over the mountains, he’d be safe. He’d escaped the sky dragons’ palace unseen. And the secret cave was so close….
But his theft had not been as stealthy as he thought, and eyes as black as obsidian were already tracking him from below.
The enormous dragon on the mountain ledge had pale gold scales that radiated heat like the desert horizon. Her eyes narrowed, watching the silver shape dart from rock to rock. Despite herself, she felt a flicker of amusement.
Silly little Icewing.
Don't you know your scales stand out like a droplet of blood, crystallized against the snow?
She flicked her tail, and two of her guards rose from behind her and flew silently towards the shape. Hvitur's shrieks echoed off the mountain as they seized the moons-pale Icewing, dropping him on the slick wet ledge in front of her. "Bind his mouth!" Burn commanded. "Quickly!" The second guard, whose name was Atacama, grabbed the chains from the hot pile of coals that was letting off steam in the pouring rain.
But he wasn't fast enough. Hvitur blew a blast of frostbreath, hitting Atacama straight in the face. The pale dragoness screamed in shock and pain, clawing at her face and dropping the chains. "IDIOT!" Burn roared. "I'll do it myself!" Furious, the dragon grabbed the chains and slammed them down on Hvitur, binding his mouth shut before he could do any more damage. "Too late." Burn smirked. "No more freezing death breath for you Icewing." Hvitur gave a muffled scream at the smell, and sound, of burning scales.
"He was carrying this, Queen Burn." Drought hissed, the other guard wrenching the golden-red egg from Hvitur's talons as he gave a muffled hiss.
"This isn't an IceWing egg. It's a SkyWing egg." Burn growled, flicking her tongue in and out. "You thought you got away." she continued with a hiss. "But you're wrong. Queen Scarlet knows everything that goes on in her kingdom. My ally isn't a fool. Maybe you will add some violence to this boring visit." Burn held the egg up. Red and orange pulsed beneath the surface as the dragonet inside moved. "Yes...This is a SkyWing egg about to hatch." Burn narrowed her eyes. 
"Why would my sister send you to steal a SkyWing egg, IceWing? Blaze hates any dragons younger and prettier than she is." She paused, letting her tail make a scraping noise against the rocks. Hvitur winced. "Unless… the brightest night is tomorrow...."
"Aha. I see."
Burn whirled around and grabbed Hvitur's shoulder in her talons, watching as the blue blood ran down his white scales. She raised her tail barb inches away from the Icewing's eyes. "You aren't in Blaze's army aren't you? You're one of those stupid underground peacemonger cowards."
"You mean the Talons of Peace?" Drought asked, almost in disbelief. "You mean they're real?"
Burn snorted. "They are all a bunch of sniveling worms. Unwrap his chains, he won't be able to use his frostbreath until his scales cool down." As the guards did as she told them to, she leaned closer. "Tell me, IceWing." Burn growled "Do you really believe in that pompous NightWing prophecy?"
"Haven't enough dragons died in this war, this war that you created?" Hvitur snarled, wincing at the pain in his jaws. "All of Pyrrhia has suffered in this war for twelve years. The prophecy- the prophecy says-"
"I DON'T CARE WHAT THE STUPID PROPHECY SAYS!" Burn roared. She flared her wings open and shut, then inhaled sharply. "I'm not letting a bunch of words or baby dragons decide when I will die or who I will bow to. I will be the Queen of the Sandwings, not one of my slow-brained sisters."
Hvitur's blood ran down his scales, mixed with the rain. He glared at her. "The dragonets are coming! Whether you like it or not, they will choose the next queen."
"Really?" Burn nudged the egg away as the Icewing tried to make a grab for it. "So tell me IceWing, is this egg part of your utterly pathetic and stupid prophecy?"
Hvitur's eyes widened. "Let it go!" he croaked.
Burn ignored him. "Tell me." Burn growled, tossing the egg from talon to talon. "What would become of your prophecy... if one of the six dragonets never hatched at all?"
"You wouldn't! Nobody would harm a dragonet..." Hvitur cried. Burn stalked closer. "Maybe most dragons wouldn't." She hissed. "But I..will." She tossed the egg off the mountain and was about to throw him too, but he was too quick. Hvitur blasted frostbreath into Burn’s face and flew down, hiding in a cave, where he fell unconscious from his injuries.
...
Some time later, a dragon the color of rust crawled over the rocks to Hvitur's unconscious body. “Wake up, useless.” she said, shaking him. Hvitur’s eyes fluttered open, then closed again. Kestrel shook him harder. “WAKE UP.” Hvitur grunted but got up. “The egg was smashed!” he cried. “Yes, all thanks to you, Hvitur.” Kestrel lifted it up, and slipped back into the labyrinth of caves under the mountain, Hvitur behind her. Stone walls brushed her wings as she breathed a plume of fire to light her way.
"I stand with the Talons of Peace." A voice hissed. "Kestrel? Is that you?" Kestrel slid into the cave where a powerful sandy-yellow SandWing, and a blue SeaWing were waiting at the banks of a small river running through the cave.
"Webs. Dune." Kestrel gave a cold nod to each one in turn. "We await the wings of fire." 
Where is Blossom with a backup SkyWing egg? Because Hvitur is somehow alive but the egg isn’t.” She jerked her head towards Hvitur and the SkyWing egg pieces. Hvitur bowed his head.
Dune winced, scratching at his spikes. "Asha's dead. She at least made it with the egg before she died of her wounds."
"What?" A burst of flame shot from Kestrel's nose. "So it's just you, me, Webs, Hvitur and Blossom to raise the little worms. Figures."
"Kestrel, don't be like that." Hvitur rolled his eyes. Kestrel was about to make a retort to the IceWing when they heard panting from the tunnel. Dune hissed and Kestrel took a pace forward. Only Kestrel and Hvitur were calm.
"I stand with the Talons of peace." she hissed.
“Put it in!” Dune yelled.
As he slid it into the nest, the blood-red Mudwing egg cracked.
Craaaack!
A small mahogany-brown MudWing with coffee-toned over scales and hints of gold, clay, and amber crawled out of the egg, shaking egg fragments off his wings.
He spread his wings, making the silver egg roll out the door that Blossom left open. 
Kestrel groaned. “You just had to leave the door open, Blossom.”
The MudWing followed them outside, then jumped on the egg. When it cracked, this time, two dragonets fell out, a purple-gradient RainWing and a dark cyan NightWing. Hybrids. Then the two squealed and ran inside, with the guardians closing the door this time.
“Starlight,” Blossom said, pointing to the purple one, “Nightstar. Those are the two of the names Camellia picked out. I liked those the best.”
 The MudWing blinked and looked around, his eyes focused on the dark blue egg, which was starting to crack. The tiny MudWing stabbed a talon through the shell, cracking it. Blossom and Hvitur yelped in horror, as Kestrel grabbed the tiny dragonet. “What's wrong with him?” Hvitur cried.
"Nothing." Kestrel glared at the small dragonet. "He's just what we need." 
“A little monster.”
chapter 1 flying in soon
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