Prologue
It was dead of the night. Sharp winds were howling across the barren landscape that was Jade Mountain. There were two dragons atop the mountain's peak, a Nightwing and a Silkwing. The Nightwing was holding a pitch black egg with scattered white dots that shone like the stars. The egg started turning silver. When it was fully silver it reflected the three moons, one full, the other two crescents. Crack. "It's time." The Silkwing assumed. Cracks started spreading across the silvery surface of the egg. Until a midnight black head popped out. Two ink black antennae perked up.
The tiny dragonet shook the cracked eggshell off. He had midnight black scales covering his body, and a pearl white underbelly. His eyes looked like ambers. "Nightamber." the Nightwing said. "Your name is Nightamber."