Reversed (How it could've been)

This is my first fanfiction, so please, don't judge. If you'd like to make me continue, then tell me.
== Proluge ==
Kestrel stood outside, with four other dragons, the three moons above them casting an eerie glow on the dragonets' eggs. She turned towards the others. One, scarred and mangled, Dune the Sandwing. The next, deep blueish green, Webs. The third nearly died trying to get his assigned egg. Hvitur stood, staring at the large red egg he lost his frostbreath for. 
She turned back towards the eggs. "Isn't that one supposed to be black?" She asked, gesturing towards the now silver nightwing egg. "Whatever. It's not our fault if he's got five legs instead of 4. We followed the instructions."
Suddenly, a splintering noise came from the redish brown egg. A broad, brown snout butted its way out of the eggshell. It suddenly turned towards the other's eggs and started clawing at them. Smoke curled out of Kestrel's nostrils as she started forward, but was stopped by Hvitur. 
"I heard from Asha that they got their siblings out of the eggs. She told me that before.." He stopped himself. Kestrel gave him a rare encouraging nudge. She knew Hvitur had always liked Asha. He even had an egg with her. Their dragonet was in the other room. Dune hated the poor thing.
They watched as the mudwing dragonet cracked the seawing's egg first- "Tsunami. The queen would want that name, after everything i've done to her..," Webs said. The mudwing then opened the sandwing's egg and it looked at the others with eerie pale green eyes. "Sunny," Said Dune. Then, the mudwing went to the nightwing. He had teardrops beside his eyes, which was weird. 
"Morrowseer said his mother wanted Starflight for his name." Hvitur interjected. It was strange, an icewing going with what a nightwing said, but Kestrel shrugged it off. 
Finally, the mudwing- "Clay," Kestrel said- got to the skywing egg. He clawed it open, and suddenly the huge egg split in two, and two dragonets poured out. The smaller one was pale pink, and the bigger one a flaming orange-red. The straw beneath her burned and smoked. The other dragonets, sensing the blistering heat, scrambled to get out of the nest. The nightwing looked like it was going to have a panic attack, like it was watching it's own possible death.
Kestrel picked the dragonet up, rushing into the caves and throwing her into the river. The water boiled as she scrambled to the surface. She brought all the dragonets in, taking special care of the sickly skywing, and studied them more closely. 
"So, Clay, Tsunami, Sunny, Starflight, and.." She looked towards the two skywings. "There should only be one. Should we kill one? I've heard of firescales, but gosh.."
Dune shrugged. "I suppose if it's a prophecy, there was meant to be two," said Webs. Kestrel snorted. Webs was always into prophecy and rainbows and blah, blah, blah.
"I'll name 'em." Hvitur said. His silvery moonlit scales reflected off the flames of the torches. "I got them, I should name them."
He looked down at the two little dragonets. The one with firescales was now out of the river, sending drops of boiling water onto the cave floor. The one with pale scales looked up at him sleepily. He was much wimpier than the skywing dragonet chasing Tsunami around. "Ash. Like, the stuff after a fire. 'Poor guy's all burnt out." 
The firescale skywing threw herself into her brother in a tight embrace. 
"NO!" Webs yelled. He was about to throw himself on her when they all realized that Ash was perfectly fine. He nudged his sister, and after a while kicked her off, deciding it was too hot.
"I suppose he's got an immunity to fire, being with her in the egg for months," Dune said gruffly. They all shrugged. 
"Maybe something like Flame or Inferno or Heat? I think Phoenix is good," Hvitur said. He looked down at the dragonet, now named Phoenix. "You know, I got these two from the palace."
"Does that mean..?" Webs started. Hvitur nodded. "Yup. they're Queen Scarlet's dragonets. I bet she'd have killed them both in a heartbeat. One's too powerful- would've been able to kill her mother like that in a challenge. And the other one is weak and useless. Better off dead."
"Well," Dune started, "I think they should get some rest. They've been through quite a bit."
Phoenix stood up on her back legs, outstretching her big wings. "S-Stay up! No sleep!" The little dragonet squeaked. She flapped her wings and fell down, and Ash lightly nudged her. 
"No, you're going to bed. Whether you want to or not." Hvitur said. He and Webs corralled the dragonets into their sleeping cave, and they came back out. A pale brown dragon, about 1 year old, poked its head out of the doorway of his room.
"So, I suspect they've hatched?" The dragonet asked. He was always very thoughtful and smart, even for his age. It made up for his looks. 
He stepped out, showing off his sickly brown-white scales. He had a broad snout that narrowed into a sharp jawline, with long, pointed spikes going down his spine. He had serrated claws and tiny wings, barely capable of gliding. At the top of his back his scales turned blue, and his hands were brown. He had a short, bulky tail with a couple of spikes at the end, and his eyes were brown.
"Yes, Crust," Hvitur said. He unfolded his cold wings, letting his son lean into him. Dune's snout wrinkled. 
They all stepped out into the light of the moons, staring up at the icy blue spheres before sinking back into the cave for sleep.
Part Two: 
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