In the months that following the funeral of the wind dragoness, several items which had been brought up were quickly resolved. Those among them had involved Cyril's revision of the schools education. In a turn of events that didn't surprise the elders, the citizens were not pleased with the idea of sending their children to the temple, where they eggs had been taken to. Educational material had suddenly popped up and dragons and moles alike stepped forward to provide their knowledge.
The elders warning about the forest had been taken to heart by most of the citizens, the sight of the wind dragoness had more than assured the citizens that the forest was not safe, however the mention of a guard that was taking volunteers, had overjoyed the citizens. The citizens had jumped at the chance and as such the guard was off to a good start. Most of the dragons needed to be trained, but older dragons who had joined had taken it upon themselves to ensure that the younger, less experienced, volunteers were trained. It would take a few months before the guard would be up and running, but the presence of the new guard helped to put to rest some fears the citizens had.
The event which had the entire temple in high spirits however was when the first eggs began to hatch. It had happened without warning, but the elders fearing that the eggs would die due to a failure in the incubation chamber, had shifts of moles who would stay in the room with the eggs to ensure a reasonable temperature was maintained . The shifts had to change once every hour so as to avoid any of the moles overheating, but the moles never seemed to complain, they almost reveled in the thought that they would be around to witness the birth of young dragons.
It had happened about three months after the funeral. The city was just slowly starting to come together, the repairs which had taken the ten years following the ending of the war, were nearly complete and it was estimated that another two years would be needed to get the city's full range of functions back up and running. The citizens were slowly coming to trust the elders, and with Spyro and Cynder's constant assurances that they meant well, the citizens were beginning to finally feel safe. The day in question was average, nothing of great significance was suppose to happen today, no new plans to better the lives of the citizens or gain their trust, no major holiday that the elders were slowly working back into their culture, and certainly no criminal activity of note. The temple was about as quiet as it was going to get.
Then the sound inside the temple grew as stone was repeatedly struck by something soft but heavy, and a shout loud enough to echo even outside of the temple walls. "They're hatching!" The mole said as he ran down the hall towards the elders meeting room. Dragons and moles alike stuck their heads from various door to watch as the mole wearing a light red robe running down the halls. "They're here, they're hatching!" He repeated Several surprised and excited murmurs followed him as many wished to turn and head for the incubation chamber, but they had jobs to do, and so with difficulty they returned to their work though the excitement in the air caused many to work faster and harder.
The mole in the robe who continued to shout his little lungs out, continued down the hall, he would turn and nearly fall before scrabbling to get back up and continue down the hall, all the while his little legs never once seemed to spotting his destination before him, the mole skidded to a halt nearly slamming into the double door, before he began to bang on the hardwood.
"Master Terrador!" He called in glee his little fists still hitting the wood. "They're hatching! The eggs are finally hatching!" The door suddenly opened revealing the three faces of the elders, all appeared to be annoyed at being interrupted, but upon seeing the ragged and out of breath mole, their faces changed to that of curiosity.
"I say my dear fellow, what's got you all wound up?" Cyril asked as he lowered his head to look the mole in the eye.
"Master Cyril!" He shouted again, looking relieved to finally see someone of importance. "The eggs, they're hatching as we speak. I ran to tell you all the great news!"
The annoyance they all felt was quickly replaced by surprise and joy. The hatching of the eggs was a vital step in not only ensuring the survival of the dragon race as a whole, but also the survival of their culture. No other word needed to be spoken, for no words could describe the feelings that any were experiencing. Instead the mole, as if sensing a command which had not been spoken, turned and waved the elders to follow.
The mole was far faster than he appeared, as such the elders were required to move with a speed in which they had not endured in years. The pain that would result from such strenuous activity would later be regretted by the three, but they would gladly accept the pain, as they needed to be their to watch as the eggs hatched. Arriving at the incubation chamber, the large circular stone door glowed briefly before a cracked appeared to run through it and it retreated into the walls on the left and right.
The incubation chamber was a large circular room, with a self like rock protruding from the wall, divots were worked into the stone shelf in a half oval shape. Resting in those divots were eggs of many hues and patterns. Several of the eggs had been cracked open, the shells shattering and sending shards scattered over the floor. Already five whelps had hatched two were earth dragons and they found each other curled around each other in sleep. A third was an ice dragon and was currently struggling in the grip of a mole as she held the whelp off the ground. The last a fourth was an electric dragon and was currently examining the room with curiosity. The fifth whelp, which was just now climbing out of the remains of it's eggs, was a fire dragon., though she was a strange one. Instead of the red or orange scales that were inherent with most fire dragons, her's were a soft pink with slightly darker patches lining her body.
At the sudden entrance of the elders, all eyes turned to them, given the exception of the two earth dragons who still slept. The electric whelp immediately took an interest and was the first to approach the new arrivals though his motor skills had yet to develop and thus he was reduced to crawling. He sniffed at them as a dog would before looking up quizzically. Volteer was the first to act, and with a smile he leaned down to gently nuzzle the whelp. The young dragon ended up falling backwards onto his back but he quickly righted himself and was right back to investigating the new arrivals.
The ice dragon, who the mole still held off of the ground, began her squirming once more and succeeded in freeing itself. Once the whelp was on the ground, it quickly went after the electric hatchling and began to chase it around. The elders had to laugh at the display before it was quickly ended. Three other eggs hatched that day, sadly though the wind dragon had not been among those to hatch, a fact that saddened the elders but was quickly placed aside, Boreas's egg would hatch soon enough, it was only a matter of time.
The elders were right of course, most of the eggs had been laid within a few days of each other. It didn't take longer than two weeks for every egg to hatch. The day that Boreas's egg had hatched had been celebrated by all of the temple, and a few dragons in the city while he wasn't the first to hatch he was by no means the last to hatch either.. Like the first day that the eggs had begun to hatch, the elders could not be their to see his egg hatch, in fact much of what had happened during the first day the eggs began to hatch was repeated.
When the elders had rushed into the incubation chamber for the second time in a week, they were disappointed to find that Boreas's egg was in pieces and the young whelp was slowly crawling on the ground. His nose sniffed the air as he tried to find his mother. It was a sight that saddened the elders, but it could not be helped. The young whelp, who the elders agreed was to be named Boreas, as per the wishes of his mother, was a pale white color, his eyes a deep and curious shade of blue. His wings, much like that of all hatchlings, were small and underdeveloped, not yet ready to attempt flight, he had two small little nubs jutting out from the back of his head, these would later grow to be his horns. His tail had yet to develop a blade but that would grow in later.
Boreas was not the only dragon to hatch that day, six others had hatched as well, and all were quickly taken to have their first meal, after which they were given an examination to ensure they were healthy and then placed in a room where the other hatchlings were. It was little more than a nursery designed to house and care for the young dragons until they were old enough to be afforded their own rooms.
When the last egg had hatched the temple was a light with activity, moles and dragons volunteered to take shifts watching the young dragons. The first week had been hard for the volunteers, as the newborn dragons were a handful. 68 dragons had hatched in total, that was 68 more newborn dragons than most had experience dealing with. Many were curious and tried to run off to explore, some didn't like their handlers and tried to hide, and most were energetic and demanded constant attention, however at the end of the week, the volunteers found that watching and caring for the young one's was getting easier.
The volunteers quickly began to get into a rhythm of things, quickly learning the budding personalities of each young one, and learning their habits, the volunteers were able to avoid most incidents. The one's that they could not avoid, they were able to handle pretty easily. One such incident involved a pink dragoness who accidentally burped up a few embers. The dragoness was in the middle of being fed when it happened and the mole who w
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A/N: So this chapter is short. Like really short. I wanted to apologize for that but this chapter was mostly filler. Now stop right there because I can already hear what your saying. "But this is the chapter where Boreas finally hatches, it shouldn't be filler, it should be jam packed with awesomeness and cool stuff!" or something along those lines.
Listen guys I totally agree with you on this...which is why I felt I needed to break this up into a separate chapter. So the next chapter will focus on Boreas, but don't expect a lot, he did just hatch after all.
