Triad (Eclipsed Nightwing)

"My power, it's a lot to handle, so I keep it bottled up most of the time. I'd rather keep it to myself so I don't scare others."
== Origin/Backstory ==
It's midday, and two nightwings are sitting next to their eggs, and give off an air of aggression, seemingly irritated with one another. They're looking up at the sky, where the three moons are all converging with the sun, and the light level starts to drop. When this happens, the eggs in their nest begin to shake, and both of the adult dragons immediately lean in to watch, as their single egg begins to shake and stir, despite being extremely early.
The female one starts to panic, clearly worried about what's going on with the egg, while the father just looks uncomfortable and concerned.
"WHY IS THE EGG HATCHING, IT CAN'T HATCH YET, THE DRAGONET CAN'T HAVE FULLY DEVELOPED YET!!!!"
"Hush, calm down. The egg is already beyond the size it should be at this point, who's to say the dragon's development speed doesn't match the growth in size."
"I know, but still, it's WAYY TO0000 EARLY."
As she says this, the moons all converge on the sun, blotting out all light, and in that time, their eyes start adjusting to the darkness. After a few seconds, a ray of light appears, and the dragonet is out, small but whole and alive. The mother leans in close, gently touching the dragonet, but then realizes it's eyes are glazed over and it's not breathing... As she watches, it collapses to the side, faint heart beating weakly, before it dies.
The mother falls back, horrified grief in her eyes, and the father gasps, putting his hand to his mouth in surprise. However, the egg continues to shake, spilling out two more dragonets, one still born and another moving, but seemingly asleep within a large chunk of eggshell.
The eclipse continues to progress, illuminating the nest with a bright beam of sunlight. After several minutes of silence, the mother picks up the eggshell of the third one, and tears stream from her eyes, sadness for her lost dragonets, and happiness that one survived. "What will we name him?" The father asks, gently picking up the shattered eggshell and the other two dragonets, looking like it's taking him serious effort not to cry.
"I will call him Triad, the one who will survive for the three."
She cradles the sleeping dragonet to her chest, as the ray of sunlight spreads to cover her as well. The dragonet wakes up when her tears gently land on it's snout, and it reaches up, trying to catch them. The mother laughs aloud at this, as her tears continue to flow.
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