So I hope you like this bit.

It was a night. THE night. The night that the prophecy would come true. Three full moons. The first time…the first time since Darkstalker.

A pale green LeafWing egg sat nestled between two rocks, away from the safe haven of the trees. It was a miracle that the tiny little dragonet inside had survived. As the third moon finally arched overhead, the egg started to crack. This crack quickly became a hole, and the dragonet poked his little snout out of it, wriggling his leaf-shaped wings out.

As he hatched, the moonlight dappled his scales with silver, leaving an imprint, a single silver scale on his forehead, between the gold and the green. This was it. The prophecy was being fulfilled. This was one of The Ten.

By the way, sorry if this is a little confusing. Hopefully it'll make sense in the end. Also sorry about the constant change of perspective. It's kinda hard to not do that when I have thirteen main characters.

- Lightfeather123456