-Six years later-

Metalhide was laying in the expansive library within the walls of the hidden cave, sorting through a new batch of scrolls he had purchased from a Sandwing merchant in the Scorpion Desert Stronghold. Two piles were stacked; one which had scrolls written by Queen Coral, and the other written by other dragons. He catalogued duplicates, and new scrolls, to either store or added to the already vast collection.

"Dad! Where'd you go this time?" called out a gentle, yet energetic voice from one of the tunnels.

"In the library, sorting through-" Before he could finish, a dragonet barreled into the room, the morning sunlight counting off her rose, crimson, and bronze scales. Slowing down, she laid down next to him.

"Whatcha get from the shopping trip today, dad?!" She peered at the scroll he currently had open between his talons, and a smile cracked on her face as she read the title, "'How to care for and discipline dragonets?!' Dad!"

"Well, no offense, but you are quite the talonful, to begin with." He smiled playfully at her, to which she gently pushed him in shoulder.

"Very funny. Got any stories or the like? Any not by the dramatic queen, hopefully?" Opal asked, Metalhide replied by nodding and pointing to the left piles. She flicked the top one off with her tail to her, opened it and began to read. "Y'know, Queen Coral's stories are silly, and sometimes odd, but they still intrigue me. Especially The Missing Princess, that one is my favorite, all things considered."

"Hmm…" Metalhide mused to himself, thinking about that, "Yes, but each story starts off of a kernel of truth. Especially that exact story. One of Coral's eggs was abducted, straight from the hatchery. At least, that's what every Seawing has claimed."

"Good point. Speaking of which, that egg wouldn't happen to be a part of that...Well, the Dragonet Prophecy?" Metalhide flinched at that. Whenever the subject was brought up, by Opal or anyone else, he'd think back to the night when Opal might've died, if not for him. It became a sore subject for him, and he never discussed the truth with her, out of fear for safety. But even so, Metalhide knew the day would come where he'd have to tell her everything.

"It is. I actually met the dragon who did it, Webs. Stole the egg right from the Queen's own royal hatchery."

"What about the price of such an act? Stealing a possible heir to the throne, that would be a instant execution."

"Tell that to the Talons, Opal. They want the war over, no matter the cost to pay. When all's said and done, they're no different than the rival sisters."

"...Ending the war on their own terms...what everyone in this conflict wants." Metalhide silently agreed, as he wanted the war stopped with no more untimely deaths or casualties. "Too bad we can't do anything to stop it, like those dragonets who were chosen by destiny to end the war." He froze, as Opal had just gotten closer to the truth than she could've possibly ever known. "Dad, what's wrong? You look like you're about to split in half...and not the good way." He shifted his head, and saw the worried look in Opal's eyes.

"I'm...fine, just, what you said me remember some memories, horrid ones I wish I could ease out of my mind."

"That's what's been causing your nightmares? Something had terrified you, and you kept repeating, 'Which one is more important?!' Frankly I'm just as scared as you, especially when cry out like something important to you had been taken away or destroyed." She couldn't be any less correct with her guess. In the nightmare, he had saved the egg, but it and his talons were slick with the rain, and the egg slipped from his grasp, falling and smashing on the ground while Burn's cruel, sinister laugh rang in his head.

"...That's right...the night I saved you, that's the source. My nightmares play out the scenario if I hadn't been to save you from certain death...after all, if you had died...then I wouldn't forgive myself...because, you're the intended Skywing Dragonet, of the Prophecy…" With that bold last sentence, Metalhide confessed the truth to Opal. Confusion filled her eyes, as he continued on. "Everyone thinks you died, as an egg, killed by Burn. The reality is, I rescued you mid-fall, and only a few know that you are alive, including you and me. I'm sorry that I kept this from you…"

"...So...I'm the Wings of sky, from the largest egg in mountain high? One of the dragonets of destiny?"

"Yes, and you still have the ability to do so. This was going to happen, no matter-"

"Dad. Being in a prophecy seems great, but...a normal life, with parents; even if you're not my real father, I'm still happy to call you so. You saved my life, raised, and proved that anything can be overcome with support from those you love. Thank you for that. I will still be here, even if you're a jerk sometimes." With that, she made a silly smile and stuck her tongue out playfully at him. He remained blank for a second, but quickly broke into a grin.

"Well, then. Let's do as family does, and continue on with our heads held high."