The Gathering (WIP)

The dragonets tensed as talon steps approached. There was an extra platter as they hit the ground, indicating a Seawing was coming. Hopefully it was the Seawing, or the whole thing would go awry. After a long, draw out ten seconds, a head burst out from the bushes.
It was difficult to see in the dark, but the dragonet looked a blue-tinted green. As she slipped out to join the circle, it could be seen that she was chubby, and she walked rather clumsily. 
The other dragonets fidgeted anxiously as she settled herself down. They all cast a glance at the Nightwing, who nodded, affirming it was the expected dragon. At her arrival, the gathering was complete.
Nettle cringed silently, he couldn't be sure that the Nightwing dragonet wasn't yet another attention seeker. He scoffed at himself for being sucked in in the first place. But it felt good to believe he might be special. 
Reflection took a deep breath. He was never much of a talker, especially now in front of nine other dragonets, all of which had grown up in hiding. 'Thank you all for coming,' He stated, it seemed like an appropriate opening. He looked around the room to see if anyone might respond. He was met with more uncomfortable silence and awkward fidgeting. He readied himself to begin again, but was interrupted by an outburst from Nettle.
'You better have a good explanation for this!' He was lean, even for a Leafwing. His base colour was a deep green, and he was mottled all over in shades of brown. He eyed the Nightwing with suspicious contempt. 
Honeycomb wanted to side with the Leafwing. They were strangers, but something about his demenor told him they were on the same page. Instead of speaking up as his every impulse begged of him, he looked down at his own handsome brown scales. 
Reflection hoped the other dragonets couldn't hear his heart thumping in his chest. Everything relied on this meeting going right. Everything. If his peers were even the least bit unwilling all would be lost. 'I appreciate you have concerns,' he managed. He grew up with a sister who had a devilish temper, so he understood the art of negotiation. 
'Concerns?' Nettle hissed. 'If we get caught we'll be executed!' Reflection knew this wasn't a possibility, but the fear in the gathering was perfectly rational. 
'As you all know, I have recently received a prophecy, and contacted those involved with the dreamvisiter passed down to me by my family.'
Nobody spoke up. Not even Nettle.
'I will start by saying we are all perfectly safe tonight. I planned this perfectly using my predictions. It's impossible for us to get caught, not at this time while we are all gathered.' 
Honeycomb rolled his eyes. Who did this pretentious dragon think he was?
Reflection spotted this, but ignored it and continued. 'I will now say that you will all need to make a sacrifice. If this is to work, we need to leave this place and find refuge someplace else.'
That was the trigger. The circle erupted into whispering. Nettle cried out again, Honeycomb joined him this time.
'That's unfair! You never told us we had to leave!' Honeycomb rose up sharply, 'you can't just drag us into this!' He was scared now. 
'You must understand,' Reflection tried to keep calm enough to avoid puking. 'This will fix things. We won't have to be afraid anymore!' Nettle stood up to join Honeycomb, 'maybe not all of us think there's something to fix! Maybe some of us like our lives!' 
With that at least half of the assembled dragonets murmured in agreement. Sunbreeze, the Sandwing, stood up nervously and gave her best smile. 'Come on guys. If we can't all get along we'll be here all night!' She was well-intentioned but her encouragements were ignored in the brewing outcry.
And an outcry it ended up being. Honeycomb and Nettle kept calling out rebuttals. Fawn the Mudwing joined Sunbreeze in attempting to herd everyone together. The pinkish skywing, Cerise, started to cry-out strangly, rocking back and forth on the ground. Lyre, the Rainwing, started accusing Reflection of fraudulence and threatened to leave, his scales were green with fear. Porpoise the Seawing covered herself with her wings. Merlot the Silkwing felt himself beginning to panic. Neige, the icewing, sat smuggly observing the disaster.
Eventually, following a cry from Nettle to, 'Let us hear the prophecy!' The disaster settled and began to listen.
Reflection, who was previously holding back terrified tears, became trance-like and stange.
'One of all,
And one of Each,
Will fix a balance long forgot, 
Before the whole world starts to rot,
Will the ten return former glory?
Or will they end up dead and gorey?'
With that last line, the dragonets knew they must comply. 
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