Chapter Four: Last Hatching
Amanda: I watched Dion sleeping. Fabian looked back at me as if to make sure I was still there, then tried to jump onto the bed. She failed. I picked her up and set her next to Dion. She cooed and licked his head, then leaped into my arms. Once there, she crawled onto my shoulder and under my hair.
Suddenly, Adair got a funny look on her face and left. We all followed. Adair was staring at the green egg and gaping.
"Pick it up!" Dad said, shoving the egg into her arms. The little green snout that poked through a tiny hole in the side of the egg jerked Adair out of her daze. With a cry, she put her finger in the hole and pulled. The whole side of the egg broke off, and the little green dragon inside froze. Adair shivered, and looked at me.
"Is it a girl or a boy?" She asked. I shrugged. Jonathan examined Trahern, and then Fabian.
"Let me see it," He said. Adair carefully reached in and pulled out the green dragon, flipping it over. Jonathan nodded.
"Definitely a girl. See the little spike on each Trahern's feet? I think that means he's a boy, because Byron and Dion have them, too." Adair grinned at the little green dragon and said,
"I think I'll call her Arra." Arra had dark purple wing bones and spikes.
Alina frowned, poking her lip out in a mock pout.
"What is it?" Adair asked.
"Everyone has a dragon but me!" Alina answered. The next two days passed by in a flash, dominated by seeing all the dragons grow.
Finally, Alina shouted, "I think it's happening!" I shot up the stairs, followed by everybody else. Alina was cradling the egg reverently in her arms, and jumped as it cracked in two.
The little blue dragon stood, and promptly fell over again.
"Careful, Javis." Alina said to her. Javis looked at the other five dragons and tried to get off the bed. Alina carefully set her on the floor. Surprisingly, Javis was as big as the other dragons. Alina laughed as Javis tried to nip her wing.
Six pairs of golden eyes stared at us, at almost the same height. Eight pairs of blue eyes stared back. Finally, Dad burst out laughing. Javis jumped, then flapped her wings, stirring up dust. Alina sneezed and smiled. Javis cooed hungrily and stood on her back legs, pawing at Alina's pants leg. She had burnt orange spikes on her neck and burnt orange wing bones.
"Oh, all right, Javis. I know you're hungry. Thank goodness you only need to eat once a month!" She leaned over and picked Javis up, went downstairs and turned on the frying pan. The aroma of frying meat filled the air, and the other dragons looked at us expectantly.
"No, you just ate a little over four days ago, Trahern." Jonathan said. Trahern sat on his haunches and pouted.