Three
Night's Fury

No one truly knew where the lightning bolt came from.
A brief thunderstorm?
Flashzap's final blast?
Thor's blessing?
A gift from the egg's father?
The bolt came down and struck the egg just as Barf and Belch escaped the Terrors by hiding on the beach, when Stormfly, Ripple, Hookfang, and Adderfang had come to investigate the Zippleback's cry, and when Sunroar breathed her final breath.
And in this climatic moment of terror, sorrow, and excitement, a dragon was born.

Lightning is very hot. The air around it alone is five times hotter than a Fireworm's skin.
That being, the eggshell melted away and the dragonet thudded lightly on the crater made in the beach. It shook its head, clearing its thoughts and the boom of thunder in the air.
The bolt had made the fog thicken with dust, so it was even harder to see.
The hatchling stood up on four legs, folded in its wings, and looked around. Its head was easy to move, so it got a good view of its place.
Something was wrong. The place needed to be…louder.
Outside the rim, the five hatchlings that had gotten out couldn't see inside the crater.
"We should go in," Ripple suggested.
"In there? Nooooo-thank-you!" Adderfang squawked.
"Chickens," Stormfly snorted, sliding down the black pebbles to investigate.
Hookfang shrugged and climbed down with her.
The so-called Dragon Prince heard something behind him. His two ear flaps cocked upwards and he walked to investigate.

Stormfly and Hookfang finally got close enough to see something.
It was a little dragon, younger than them by days. It had night-black scales that shone navy blue in the moonlight, huge wings folded in loosely, a tail with two flaps, and flaps instead of horns. Its nose was well blended and triangular, it walked on all fours, and its eyes were emerald green with twisted brown. It had the most penetrable gaze: almost like…like a cat.
"What are you doing out here?" Stormfly asked. "You're too young to be out on your own."
"Aren't you too young, too?" the dragon asked, stepping closer.
"I guess," Stormfly mumbled.
"We flew out of the mountain, what about you?" Hookfang asked.
"What mountain?" the black hatchling asked, cocking its head.
"'what mountain?' the only mountain, genius!" Belch growled as the Zippleback walked in.
The dragon looked to them and cocked its head the other way, then back again, like a confused bird. It squinted its eyes, trying to figure out why this dragon had two heads.
"Speaking of which, could we get back to it now?" Adderfang whined from the rim.
"Okay," Stormfly sighed. "C'mon; you shouldn't be out here like us."
"Oh," the dragon said, following them.
Hookfang could climb out, Barf and Belch could fly out, but Stormfly had a bit of trouble. When she had finally scrambled out, the black hatchling was still at the bottom.
"Well, come on!" Hookfang said.
The dragon walked a little ways away, took a running start, and glided out of the pit. It crashed into the ground, unexperienced with flight.
Barf snorted.
"You try getting out with giant wings," it muttered, picking itself up.
Just then, the mother Nadder caught sight of them and flew down. Her landing caused the little black dragon to yelp and hide behind Adderfang.
"What the-why are you out?!" it asked.
"That Zippleback-"Ripple explained, pointing to Barf and Belch, "-was flying out with Tiny Terrors after it, and we followed. Then we found him." She nodded to the wide-eyed dragonet.
"You're that guard's hatchlings, aren't you?" the Nadder sighed.
"Yes, why?" Adderfang asked, stepping away from the black dragon.
"I'm sorry to say this," she sighed, "but your mother has been killed."

The Nadder carried the chicks into the mountain on her back. The unknown hatchling looked over her horns, enjoying the sight, while the two Monstrous Nightmare orphans tried to figure out where they would stay now.
Who would feed them, for Odin's sake?!
"What is this place?" the black hatchling asked.
"Boy, you really are dumb," Barf sighed. "This is the Dragon's Nest."
"Wow," it gapped, "it's huge!"
"Where do you come from, little one?" their ride asked, dropping off her chicks at her own nest.
"I don't know," it hummed. "I found myself outside, in that crater, no one was around and something was squawking on that small, thin mountain over there..."
"That's a Sea Spire," Hookfang whispered.
"You don't say?" the mother Nadder stopped in midflight. "Tell me, did you see a big flash when you hatched?"
"Yea," the dragonet answered, "it was hot, it was loud, and it was bright."
"I wonder..." the Nadder hummed.