Darkness. That's all she could see. She heard voices, she could hear through the barrier. "Is it time Cleardeath?" One said. "I think so, Warpath" She pushed and pushed, and finally a loud crack! She could see a dim light, and two big black blobs in front of her. Hmm, a decent dragonet. She looked at the taller black one, she could hear him but he made no sound. That one must be father then. She looked at the smaller one, mother. Finally! How adorable! What will her future be? Mother had nicer thoughts. In a flash something played in her head. Other eggs won't hatch this night if she does not help, but does she want to help? She has no clue. She ignores it and shakily waddles over to mother. "Hello, Plaguebringer." Mother said in a soft voice. "Plaguebringer? Isn't that a not very nice name?" Father scrunched his snout. "Hey, you said I could pick!" Mother grinned and wrapped her in her arms. A flash in her mind happened. A sickness throughout the Nightwing tribe, because of her. Killing many dragons, because of her. Happening this night. Father collapsed, and was breathing heavily. Mother rushed over. "What happened! Warpath? Warpath! Answer me!" Mother shouted, tears forming. "I-I don't know.." He gasped for air. The thing in her mind was right. The Nightwing plague is here.