It was a calm night, one that no one would expect anything to happen, not even a raid. It was the Year of The Dragon, and the survival of the dragon race depended on those eggs. Ignitus, the guardian and the master of fire, as well as seven other guardians, happily looked over the eggs placed all around the grotto. It was the guardians' job to watch over each new generation, after all. He Looked proudly down on a purple egg with red spots, While two other guardians held their own eggs before placing them safely into their nest. Ignitus went back to watching the rest of the many eggs within the grotto. The fragile peace of the night was shattered when the ground and walls shook violently, catching Ignitus off guard. Volteer came running as if he were being chased by an invisible enemy.
"You must save them!" Volteer cried.
"The Dark Armies have come." A deep red said, almost emotionless although panic could be seen in his dark eyes.
"They are attacking!" A Sickly green dragoness half-panicked.
A white and silver dragoness looked at Ignitus. "Get the Eggs to safety. We'll give you as much time as we can."
A near black grey dragon stood up. "They-" he gestured to the eggs, a glint in his eyes. "Are counting on you."
All the occupants other than the fire guardian and the eggs left to hold back the Dark Armies. Ignitus panicked and flew away with the first two eggs he touched. He flew some distance before landing. Ignitus pulled a severed mushroom head in front of him and gently placed the eggs in the comfort of the head before pushing it away from the edge and into the Silver River. Ignitus stood up straight as the eggs floated away, down the silver river and to safety and far from the war, hopefully.
"May the ancestors look after you!" He called after the two eggs before muttering to himself, "May they look after us all..."
Ignitus flew away as the eggs floated down the river. The old red returned to the grotto only to find the eggs smashed and the guardians overrun. Ignitus didn't see the other pair of eggs that had looked almost exactly like the first two anywhere. Meanwhile, the two eggs that were saved came to a stop next to a clearing in a swamp not too far from the ruined dragon temple. A pair of dragonflies happened across the eggs.
"Flash, where do you think they came from?" The pink one asked.
"I Have no idea, Nina," Flash replied calmly.
"What should we do? We can't just leave them here." Nina was obviously a little worried.
"I know, Nina." Flash half-groaned.
The pair thought for a moment. Nina was the first to say something.
"Well, that leaves only one option, to take care of them," Nina said, determined.
As the pair discussed whether to keep them or not when the shells began to crack and an adorable little black face with huge violet eyes poked out of the black egg. Seconds later the purple one's head poked out of a hole in the side of the egg. They gave the two dragon hatchlings names.
The black, dark grey and red hatchling with violet eyes was named Nightshade, and the purple, yellow-orange and gold one Xavier. They lived peacefully and happily for some time, playing with their dragonfly brother, Sparx. But unknown to the little family, That the three would play a role bigger than anyone will ever realize in the war raging just beyond their doorstep. They would be the hope, the light for the realms and someday even save them. But for now, they will be young and play.
