Ch. 1: Birth
A baby dragon was asleep in his shell, which his mother had been carrying around with her for almost six months now and expected to hatch in a couple of weeks.
Average dragon egg incubation time was six months.
The little dragon had spent much of that time trying to break the egg open. Finally, today, he had succeeded.
Veritas, the dragon's cerulean blue-scaled mother, felt the vibrations that came when an egg was hatching. "Constraus! The baby's hatching!" Constraus, the dragon's gold-scaled father, instantly woke up from where he was sleeping on the other side of the cave, and dashed over.
Veritas was covered in cerulean blue scales, with brilliant purple wings and underbelly and a short, yet sleek tail. Unlike many dragons, she had no horns.
Constraus, on the other hand, was a brilliant gold with red wings, underbelly and sharp spines running to the tip of his tail. He had long, straight horns protruding out from the back of his head, giving him an amazingly regal appearance. This regality was lost when he was tripping across a dented stone floor. Constraus was surprisingly clumsy.
Finally making his way across the cavern, Constraus and Veritas watched as a crack split the surface of the egg - then stopped.
"Should we help it?" Constraus asked his mate.
"No. We need to let it get out on it's own," Veritas replied.
Sure enough, after a couple of minutes a tiny, but rigid obsidian-coloured spike stuck out of the gap and, acting like a crowbar, wedged the crack wider. Two small red paws appeared and tore it open even more. Finally, a green-scaled head poked out.
It's muzzle was virtually non-existent, as opposed to it's parents, but four obsidian-like horns that matched it's tail protruded from it's head. One just behind the forehead, pointing backwards, the other three behind his head, like his father's. It had glistening blue eyes, which complimented it's scales surprisingly well. And it had a surprisingly long neck, which was apparent as it stretched out to look around.
The little dragon clawed it's way further out of it's orange shell, revealing it's body to be mostly moss-green, but it's claws as red as thorns. It had long, thick, powerful-looking wings with a red ribbing that perfectly matched it's paws. It had a short, almost (but not quite) stubby tail but extra length was provided by the three twenty-cm sharp obsidian spikes on the end of it's tail.
Veritas picked it up. "Constraus. It's a boy! What should we call it?"
Constraus thought. "How about 'Potestatem'? If I remember correctly, it means 'Power' in the old tongue,"
Veritas nodded. "I like it," She addressed the newborn. "Welcome to the world, little Potestatem. I just know that when you're older, you're going to be amazing,"
Yes, Potestatem and Drobot are the same person. The reason that they look different will be revealed in later chapters. And 'the old tongue' is just Latin with a different name. I'm sorry that it was so short, but there's only so much detail you can put into somebody's birth. And the next chapter is going to skip ahead ten years or so, so I couldn't put the start of it in this one. Oh, and yes, the name is a play on the Spyro game: A Hero's Tail. Please review and tell me what you think!
Oh, by the way, I need recommendations for the name of an antagonist for this fiction. Tell me your ideas in a review and if I pick yours, I will credit you!
