Soft glows of fireflies danced in the night, as the sky was draped in a sheet of darkness, sprinkled with dust, and dark clouds covered the sky, as the moon desperately tried to peek from behind the thick sheet. Soft pitter-patter of paws on the crisp, dew grass was the only sound other than the calming melody of the nighttime bugs.
More paw-steps were heard as they all walked towards the same destination.
A cold, dark cave, that seemed to grow darker even in the night, soft drips of water was heard from within, echoing back, giving the cave the feeling of never ending. The walls were cold, grey, and damp, and rigid. The cave itself was a wonder. Hidden behind a band of trees, almost seeming to small to fit a rabbit from afar, but come closer, and it would be able to fit a large train.
The paw-steps stopped as they reached the mouth of the cave, none willing to take a step inside. There were eight dragons dragons, four mates, each mate carrying a bundle, with an egg.
They all seemed to ask each other the same question, but before they could speak, the lone sound of paws came from within the cave.
A large dragon emerged from the cave, a dark blue, making him almost invisible from within the cave. Scars marked his scales, each telling war stories, each telling how he made it out alive. He held his own basket, much larger than the ones the others held. He bent over, to set the basket to the ground, the roof of the cave seeming to dip with him, and stretching back up as he lifted his head once more.
The others seemed to shift, look at the dragon in wary, but none strayed from him.
"Have you brought the kits?" He asked, his voice gruff, ragged, worn down with age, as if his whole life he had been talking, but it had a kindness to it.
"All but one. They never showed. But four have made it here, are you able to protect them?" One of the dragons finally answered, asking in a silky voice, that could lull you to sleep within seconds.
"I will do all I can to protect the kits. It has been my duty for millennia, and will be for many more, to keep the kits safe. Bring them to me." He motioned to the basket.
One by one, the mates put they're eggs into the basket, each whispering they're own goodbyes, silently solem to be separated from they're kits. Each family also blacked a few of they're belongings in with they're kits. One, placed an Amethyst necklace around a black and gray egg, along with two gold earrings. Another, put a long, red scarf, around a dark purple, red, and gold egg. The third parents, put two silver bracers in with the black and light purple egg. Lastly, the last family put in a wrist band, and a necklace, with the dark and light symbols on it, with a green, purple, and blue egg.
He nodded and looked at the eggs, taking in they're bright and dark colors. Looking back up, he had sadness in his eyes. "I am truly sorry it has come to this. I wish I could stop this from happening, let you keep your families. Though, you all know the danger that these little ones persist."
They all nodded, the gloom held in the air as they shed they're last tears for they're kits, they all knew what would come.
Five kits, born from separate sides of the war. All to be hunted down and killed for being imbreeds, the parents to be slaughtered for they're treachery.
"The last kit.. may the anscestors be with him." The blue dragon muttered lowly, grabbing the basket. Wish a soft blow of the wind, he was gone. The darkness of the cave engulfing all traces of the dragon, and the four eggs, as they vanished from existence.
The eight dragons left in the darkness of the forest, stayed for a while longer, looking longingly into the cave.
The moon up high, giving illumination upon the dense forest around them, as they could finally see they're surroundings clear.
The cave itself looked tiny compared to the towering trees, that even the lowest branch hung yards above the dragons. Despite the dense forest, a small clearing could be seen, with a sparkling river cutting through it, reflecting all the stars above it.
One by one, the shifted, and left, not ready to face what is back at they're homes. Casting knowing looks, they wished each other farewell, the fur on they're backs standing on edge, as if danger was right In front of them.
That night, blood was spilled, as nine dragons were slain for they're love, slain for they're treachery, slain for they're kits. Though none had regrets, they knew, that they're kits would be great, they would be the end, of the Blood war.
