Dragonets of Destiny?" piped up the defective SandWing.

Ferocious decided to answer for the SandWing. "Of course not," he replied. "The prophecy that Morrowseer delivered eighteen years ago were merely instructions of the retrieval of your and All nine dragons were now staring at the NightWing with amazement. Except for Ferocious, who stared at her with complete calm.

It was a while before anyone talked. The the SandWing broke the silence.

"Do you mean theyour friend's eggs. And the RainWing egg was not just a back-up."

"Really?" piped up the IceWing. "I never thought that the dragonet prophecy was actually just gathering instructions."

"Well, now, thanks to you, we-" started the SeaWing princess.

The young NightWing interjected. "It doesn't matter," he said in a slightly annoyed voice. "What really matters is that, when Morrowseer finds out about this new prophecy, we'll have a new, powerful enemy on our hands. He'll not accept this at all." Everyone was now looking at him. "The most important thing to do right now is to find and rescue me from the NightWing Kingdom." After that, he shrank back from the table.

After a moment of complete silence, where everyone just stared at the young NightWing, waiting for him to continue, the much older NightWing broke it.

"Now, Starflight is right. Your first priority should be rescuing him from the NightWing Kingdom," she said to the other eight dragons. "Now let's introduce ourselves." Everybody, but Ferocious, groaned. "I'll go first. My name is Fateweaver. What's your name?" she asked the SkyWing to her left.

The SkyWing hesitated for a moment. "My name's Copper." He turned towards the IceWing on his left. "What's your name?"

The IceWing sighed. "My name's Frostbite." Without turning, he said, "What's your name?" to the RainWing.

The RainWing responded quite quickly. "Queen Glory," she said majestically, also. She turned towards the defective SandWing. "What's your name?" she rather said than asked.

The SandWing clearly had excitement in her voice. "Sunny!" she proclaimed loudly. She turned to Ferocious. "What's your name?"

"Ferocious," he stated calmly. He turned to the princess. "Who are you?"

"Tsunami," she said coldly. "And, if you lay a talon on any of my friends, you'll find yourself in a world of pain."

Ferocious feared no evil from her. He actually kind of liked her. "O.K.," he responded.

Then, Tsunami went on asking the MudWing's name. The MudWing responded with, "I'm Clay."

He then turned towards the young NightWing and asked for his name. He simply replied with, "Starflight," before going back into his muteness.

The SkyWing next to Starflight hesitated for a moment then said, "Peril," quite shyly.

A hostile look came across both Glory's and Tsunami's face. It seemed apparent to Ferocious that these dragonets have met the SkyWing. And their meeting did not go very well.

"Now, Dragonets of Destiny," Ferocious stated, with false majesty in his voice, "when we awake, meet me in Webs' room by high noon, so-"

"Who are you to boss us around, like Kestrel?" Tsunami interjected.

"I'm Kestrel's former mate, thank you very much," Ferocious said calmly.

This statement shocked everybody, except Frostbite, Copper, and Fateweaver.

Now seeing that he had their respect and attention, Ferocious continued, "Now that I have your attention, when we meet up in Webs' room, we shall talk up a plan to rescue Starfloat, or whoever, from the NightWings."

Tsunami, Glory, and Sunny giggled at what Ferocious called Starflight and Starflight shrank away some more. If he was a RainWing, his scales would've been redder than Ferocious'.

After a while of giggling, Fateweaver decided to end the meeting here. "O.K. Now that we know each other's name, I think we all should get some rest, before our second meeting." Fateweaver then pulled out an amulet that Ferocious immediately recognized as the Dream Connecter. It is a very rare artifact that enabled multiple dragons to meet one another in the same dream. It looked like two golden RainWings that are connected by a short, golden rod, through the mouth. When Fateweaver disconnected the two, golden dragons, the dream ended.

Ferocious woke up. When he did, the three moons were nearly set, he was still in the same room, and Sprinkles was still cuddled up next to him, sound asleep. Nothing has changed.

At least, not drastically.

Ferocious closed his eyes and off to sleep...again.