Sapphira watched quietly as the four young dragons landed on the island. It was now winter. The winter. The winter that would give birth to the new generation. The prophesized ones.
Death would be born from the Darkest Flame and The Holly of Night. Sapphira's days where now numbered. It wasn't long before the fiery one took reign of her. When she would be morphed into her opposite twin. The water and ice in her eyes would be replaced with the fire and molten rock of the other. It was only so long.
Would she be able to train them in time? Would they be willing to kill? What if they aren't strong enough?
It wasn't long before eight glossy, black eggs were laid. Sapphira watched in a mixture of dread, and happiness.
Now it was only so long before the powers of the world would defeat the darkness.
" Darkfang, Controller of death and lightning. The shadow traveler. Leader of the prophesied ones. I am ready for you." Goldensun chuckled watching as Saphira guard stood over the cave entrance.
" You won't live long hatchling. You will erupt from that egg and know it"