Spectro had learned to contend with his disabilities. He developed ways of jumping through trees rather than fly around them. He learned how to finely control the few colorful scales he had to form shapes and characters. He lived in both the north and south kingdoms, keeping his orange eyes on both of them. Every so often he would move to the other, as that was his job.
Spectro stared out the window. It was raining hard over the Southern kingdom, and he had to guess the hurricanes of the Seawings had to have been redirected to nearby here. He sighed, wishing he could do something useful. The palace of a million colors had been repaired so well, that not a single mark of violence or the tyrant queen that lead them to battle remained. He was glad that the rainwing kingdoms were settling down finally. So many years had they been on edge when he came, accusing him of murder and pushing him around. He endured this, knowing that it would all die down sooner or later. It was many years, too many to count, since the battle that tore this land to pieces. But everyone helped out, and the beauty was restored. Now, all he needed was something different than the normal schedule.
That night, everything changed.
He went through, really forced to, a breeding program by the orders of the new queen. She was still young, but she knew the customs that a rainwing must do. He was paired with a sharp tongued, green eyed dragon that looked at him like he was sea scum from the bottom of a seawing's foot. He shivered. A few weeks later the egg was produced, and the Rainwing promptly abandoned it.
But Spectro wanted to see the egg. At least once.
He searched for miles, upturning every log, knocking over delicate stacks of sticks, and stumbling through leaf piles. He looked for days, trying to find the special egg.
Finally he found it.
It was in a clearing, illuminated by the sun which usually hazily lit the undergrowth but here it was almost harsh. Quietly sitting there, the pale purple egg was as glossy as a pearl. He walked to it slowly, his breath barely stirring the air. Then he picked it up. As soon as his claws touched it, it flushed a vibrant and shiny green, like an emerald. He was captivated by it. How can a dragonet that young be able to change it's egg color? He set it down, and the bottom turned a rose red. His wings turned the same color, and sparks of gold were hopping about. His egg... It was more beautiful than the entire palace of a million colors. Spectro set it into the sunlight, watching it soak it up and turn the pale purple again. He hated to leave it, but soon he had to. "I'll be back soon," he whispered to the colorful sphere. He left it, longing very badly to spend the entire year it takes to hatch with it.
He visited it every day, looking at it, holding it lovingly, and whispering to it quietly. Months went by, and he would observe how it would change with the weather. When rain fell on it, it would be spotted with blue wherever a drop hit. When it was cloudy, the egg would turn a pale yellow, as if it was trying to replicate the sun. When it was night, it would turn a black with spots of silver, like the underside of a Nightwing's wing.
The day was coming fast.
He asked around, wondering what he should do. Rainwings scoffed at him, exclaiming that he was "a male," and he should "not care at all about eggs." Spectro sighed, and decided that he should just let it do as all eggs do. He didn't need guidance.
Soon, that night came.
Spectro felt it. It was like a tremor in his frill. He knew that the egg was preparing. He ran, knowing every dragon was staring at him. He burst through the forest, and searched for the clearing. He stumbled into it, and looked up at the egg. It was sparkling in the moonlight which managed to reach down the branches. The moons, all three full for the first time in thousands of years, shown down onto the egg, and the leaves made it look like a star. Spectro down, it's just a trick of the light, the sensible side of him said. But it's a sign! The other countered. The shell sparkled silvery, and where the moonlight touched it was a light and verdant green. Spectro walked slowly towards it. It shook, and almost tipped over. Suddenly, there was a rustle in the bushes. Spectro's wings were a bright orange instantaneously. He stared around, looking for the source. The brush rustled again. "Hello?" Spectro called out, hoping for some answer. Silence. Oh well, it might have been an ocelot or a monkey, he thought and sat down near the egg. It jumped, and the shape of the dragonet inside shown clearly in the light. Spectro watched it calmly, his orange eyes casting an amber glow on the side of the smooth surface. Then he perked his head up. The bush was rustling again. "Come out!" He demanded, walking slowly to the trees that he knew the sound was coming from. Cold dark eyes peered out at him. They looked at Spectro briefly, then looked over at the egg. The star of moonlight was still on it. "The eggs born on the brightest night," The figure whispered. Spectro looked at him, tail lashing. "Umm... Who are you?" He demanded. Suddenly, the figure leaped. His tail whacked Spectro in the side of his face and the rainwing collapsed. Before he blacked out he saw the dragon bound across the clearing and snatch the egg. "No.." Spectro managed before his vision went dark.
Spectro was dreaming. He knew it. The forest around him was warped and distorted, but he saw vaguely the dragon hold the egg up to the light and fly away. It was a Seawing, he had to guess from the powerful tail and pea green scales. He looked around, for now not feeling sorrow, but he knew it would hit him hard. Then she came. Peacock, glowing slightly, walked in from the brush. It was as if she was really there. No, she's dead. She's dead and she's not coming back, he thought mournfully. "Don't think that," Peacock said, batting her wings slightly to gain height. "Who was that Seawing?" He whimpered, ducking his head. Peacock looked at him with her blue-and-green eyes. "That is someone who needs your egg for something important. A prophecy has come, but due to your time here you might have missed it. They are hatching now, and she needs to be with them." Spectro stared at her, confused. "Don't worry, you will see her again." Peacock rubbed her snout against his wings. Spectro felt a tear leak from his eyes. "I wish you were here," He whispered to the small dragonet. Peacock looked up at him. "I am always here, Spectro." Spectro woke up. He looked around, tail thrashing. The egg was gone. The moons were setting. There were webbed tracks that ran across the clearing. He could feel the dragonet that was in that egg, however. He felt it in his heart. She was hatching now.
"Well, if she has a destiny... There is nothing else I can do then." Spectro looked up at the sky. "Nightwings," he whispered. "I hope you made the right choice."