Artemis: Hey Apollo! You have to tell the lovely readers that we don't own this!
Apollo: Didn't you just do that, little sis? Very well. We, the two authors of this account, do not own Wings of Fire. It belong to Tui T. Sutherland, and we would be a lot richer if we did own it. As it is, we are just some random Canadians writing fanfiction, the very nature of which means we do not own it. If we did own it, why would we not just replace the existing work with inferior content, like the Mouse Empire did?
Artemis: Stop talking you giant ball of flaming gas, and don't call me your little sis!
Apollo: Well unlike mythology or PJO, you actually ARE my little sis.
Artemis: Do you have a point?
Apollo: Only that we should probably cut this short and let whatever readers we attracted read the actual fic, little sis. Enjoy!
"It's 'five eggs to hatch on brightest night'. That is about the three moons being full so they have to hatch in the moonlight!" Argued Webs.
"We are not bringing the lizards outside! What if they run away?" Kestrel yelled.
"They aren't going to run away, they're eggs, they literally can't." Pointed out Dune.
"I still don't want them outside! What if we are spotted?"
Webs muttered, "I have an idea…"
"WHAT!" Shouted Dune and Kestrel.
"Don't we have a room in here with access to moonlight? We can just put them in there. I never said anything about going outside."
"There is a sky-hole in one of the rooms, we can use that." Dune suggested.
"Yes… That's exactly what I said, Dune."
"Fine! But we have to hurry up! The moons are almost at their peaks and the eggs will hatch soon."
"Then there is no time to waste." Webs concluded.
Together, the three dragons picked up the eggs and made their way to the one room in the complex of caves that was in any way open to the sky. A room that was barren, but would later be home to many scrolls. Together, the three dragons built a nest of the leaves and twigs that they had prepared earlier. Together, the three dragons watched. And a crack appeared in an egg. Meanwhile, unnoticed by the watching Talons of Peace, the pitch-black egg quickly gained a silver hue, while the pale golden egg subtly lightened in colour.
Darkness. That was all that the unhatched dragonet could perceive, with only a very few exceptions. It turned its attention to the seven points of light in the unending blackness, and it saw. One light, giving off anger, resentment, and perhaps even a hint of hate. The dragonet recoiled within its egg. Though it could not understand why the emotions were there, it could feel those emotions. It turned its attention to another light. This one radiated resignation, and hope. The dragonet liked this one better. Turning its attention to the third and final bright light, as bright as the moons it could even now feel calling it out of its egg, it found merely loss, peace, and hope. Alongside the three slightly more distant bright light, the dragonet could feel four dimmer lights. Focusing on three in quick succession, it found shadows of what could be. It could not understand the branching streams of fate unfolding before it, causes and effects leading to more causes, and it broke its focus before it could be overwhelmed. Tentatively searching for the final light, it felt a great surprise. It knew without knowing that this was one like him. Weaker, not as capable as him, but there. It felt curiosity, but it could discern that it was a foreign emotion. In that instant, a flash of pain ripped through the dragonet's mind, possibilities unfolding and multiplying even faster than the other three dim lights combined. It turned away. It felt activity. One of the dim lights was changing. It felt excitement from the great lights, and something indescribable from the dim light. Suddenly, that excitement turned to alarm. One of the great lights, the one who radiated rage, moved, and both lights grew more distant. From the dim light, it could feel loss, helplessness, and despair. A second movement. The alarm morphed back into excitement, and from the newly hatched dragonet, it sensed triumph. Resigning itself to the call of the moons, the dragonet began to struggle. A crack appeared in the egg. Another. The two connected. And the dragonet opened its eyes to see three great silver eyes, shining above. It looked to the side and saw a strange being, in the same location that it could sense a dim light, slowly growing brighter, shining with wonder. Looking down, it saw that it was the same colour as the space between the moons. A noise brought its attention back upwards, towards the light with the sense of resignation. The being in front of him, a similar colour to the small being beside it, made noises that the dragonet could not understand, but would remember for the rest of its life.
"Starflight. His name is Starflight."