It was the middle of the night. Everything was quiet. Except, of course, for two cloaked NightWings heading toward each other, concealed by shadows. When they reached each other, They stopped. They bowed their heads in acknowledgement, then lowered their hoods. "Hello Shadow." the female said. The male grinned. "Hello, Spellcaster. I hope it wasn't too much trouble sneaking out of the palace." Spellcaster shook her head. "Mother and Starlight are such hard sleepers, i doubt i would have woken the lazy piles of wolf dung if i had set their tails on fire." Shadow laughed. "Really? Wolf dung? Come on, don't you think that's a little extreme?" Spellcaster shot him a wicked leer. "Maybe." she said. "But what's really extreme is the amount of love i have for you." Shadow put up a good thrilled facade about it, but in truth, he knew it was just the spell he had put her under talking. "When will we be seven?" Spellcaster whined. "The urge to have a dragonet with you just gets stronger every day." she clasped her stomach tightly. "You know, we don't have to wait." Shadow said. We could have it now." Spellcaster gasped. "Really?" she asked, overjoyed. "Really." Shadow said deeply. They laid down, wrapped their wings around each other, and began making an egg.
A while later...
Shadow knew what he had to do. If his plan was to succeed, he couldn't have a male heir. He picked up his egg. "Egg, i enchant you to turn silver if you contain a make dragonet. Otherwise, stay exactly the same." he then watched in horror as the egg turned sparkly silver. He took a deep breath. "I enchant the dragonet inside this egg to be hatched dead."