Animorphagus

The events after the prologue take place seven years after the dragonets of destiny are hatched

Prologue

Midnight. The large moons in the sky are near full and shine a bright light over the area. Waves crash over the soaked rocks as the steady beats of a dark figure sound in the silence. Soon the figure lands down on the pale waves of sand. A lighter shape emerges and the two begin to converse in hushed tones. "Have you done it?" The lighter figure asks as its' webbed talons paw the sand nervously. "With much displeasure." The dark one answers as the cold wind buffets the shimmering wings. "That...thing is exactly where you asked of Webs." The dragon growls with obvious distaste. "Good. Then don't contact me. The Talons can't know we've done this. I've already stretched the line of their faith in me far enough. You know what to do." In a blink of an eye the one called Webs turns and disappears leaving the other dragon to look out at the sea, fat tears spilling down onto the sand.