The Largest Egg in Mountain High

==Prologue==
Three white moons shimmered high in the sky, touching even the lowest points of the Claws of the Clouds Mountains. A large dragon the color burning flames leaped on a few rocks, sniffing, before finding herself staring down at a lifeless ice dragon. "Hvitur.." she breathed, placing her talon across his face. His blue eyes still were open, though dull and only showed pain and fear. She turned her head to see a cracked shard of a eggshell. A SkyWing eggshell. She turned her head, carrying the shell in her right talon close to her chest, and slipped back into the mountains labyrinth.
Walls of stone and bedrock brushed lightly across her wings in the tunnel. She shuddered, and puffed out a small fume of fire to guide herself and keep her warm deep under the mountain.
"I stand with the Talons of Peace," hissed a wary voice. "We await the wings of fire," responded the red dragon. "Kestrel is that you?" A blue-green SeaWing emerged from the shadows, and Kestrel nodded before tossing forward the orange egg shell down to his webbed talons. "Not that the largest egg will come any time soon. Hvitur is dead Webs."
"But.. the prophecy. The brightest night," Webs choked out, staring in horror.
"None of that will matter," Kestrel said, her voice not unkind but not comforting either. "It's over."
"Tomorrow, it's the brightest night. These dragonets will save Pyrrhia from this war. They have to," Webs said softly, slowly raising his head up from the eggshell to face Kestrel. "We have the SeaWing, SandWing, and the NightWing is coming.. something will have to happen."
Rage burned deeply in her copper eyes like a sunset. "One of them is already dead, Hvitur has died." Webs flinched back, the sharpness in his eyes when speaking of the dragonets ended. "Asha.. Asha has died too. I'm sorry."
Kestrel's eyes shifted between staring at the egg, to Webs, to the wall, her mouth gaping. "What?!" she hissed loudly, digging her talons into the earth and a snort of fire coming from her slim snout. "How?!"
"Caught in a battle.. between Blaze and Blister's forces on the way here. She was trying to bring the red MudWing here, but died from her wounds and infections. Th-the egg made it alive," he added hastily.
Kestrel sighed, shaking her head. "So it's just you, me, and Dune to raise four little worms, for a prophecy that will never happen or be fulfilled?" she frowned. "Let's just break those eggs and be done with this. Much better for the Talons to take it out."
Webs' sail prickled, his back spiking. "No!" he hissed. "Keeping the dragonets alive for eight years is more important then anything. I'm sure not all SkyWings keep their eggs in the hatchery."
Kestrel's ears perked up. She didn't snap a response right away, but stared coldly at Webs, her eyes piercing through his scales.
Finally, she spoke, slowly.
"If someone did," she began, not breaking her gaze from Webs. "It would be late enough for most to be resting asleep or for the queen to only send patrols around her dazzling palace."
"It would be dark enough to shield me-" Webs added, though was silenced by Kestrel.
"No. It must be me. I should have stolen the first egg, not Hvitur. I am a SkyWing, I know the mountain kingdom."
Webs nodded. "It.. it may hatch late. But, in eight years, the Talons of Peace will come looking for five dragonets. A MudWing, a SeaWing, a NightWing, a SandWing, and the largest egg in mountain high. The SkyWing will come."
=Under the Mountain=
==Chapter One==
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