HVITUR
I creep through the SkyWing palace. Silence.
Eyes sweeping from side to side, alert for guards, searching for the hatchery. I don't want to take an egg, to put its parents through the suffering and grief, but I must. It's for the prophecy.
A guard there. I dodge the other way. Everything will go to waste if I fail. The dragonets won't be able to end the war. The fighting will go on forever. I don't want that, especially not if it's my fault.
Round a corner, down a corridor. Dragons will die every day, as they do now. Like my sister. Floe. Gone.
Up some stairs. I saw her murdered by a SandWing. That was the last straw, why I joined the Talons of Peace. I am the last of my family. Teased for having nightmares after I saw my sister die. Accused of being a foolish, sentimental MudWing. I left. No-one missed a dragon not even in the Circles.
Down some stairs – there! One guard at the door, but I slip past easily – he's half asleep. SkyWings are not attentive, even when it's not the middle of the night. Inside, scores of eggs await, but only half a dozen about to hatch. The lines of the prophecy run through my head. "The largest egg in the mountain high, shall give to you the wings of sky." I carefully select the biggest egg. This is the wings of sky. I'm holding it in my talons right now. It doesn't seem real.
I slip back out, still unnoticed. The egg-shell is almost transparent because it's so close to hatching, I can tell the dragonet is male. He'll be called Andesine. My choice, because I retrieved him.
Through corridors and out of the palace. I launch and fly low, but swiftly. I still cannot afford to be seen.
I can do this, we are almost at the cave, almost at safety. We will make it.
Except for the fact that there are SandWings there. They are close enough for me to see their faces, and one of the faces belongs to Burn. I know I am going to die, for no-one escapes Burn, and I realise I have condemned an innocent dragonet to death. I have failed. What will happen to the prophecy now ?How can it succeed without the wings of sky? Will it be my fault that the war continues endlessly?
I hope not. I really hope not.
A/N: Thanks for reading! I have a few chapters written for this, and a couple more ideas, but if there's a dragon you want to see, please tell me.
