Ten years after the founding of the Lost Continent and the defeat of the Breath of Evil.
She tried to slow her breathing, but no, the situation was too dire. She threw things into her arm pouch as thunderous wingbeats roared near the cave entrance. Fear pulsed inside her like a second heart as she took a last, longing glance toward the four eggs in the shabby nest she had stuffed together with spindly twigs and dead grass.
An egg with black speckled across its whitewashed shell. Unusual for a NightWing.
An egg with orange and yellow coming in stripes across its shape, but it glowed a soft, golden light. The SkyWing.
A pearlescent white-blue egg, any light trying to break the shell immediately got banished off the diamond-like surface with a shower of rainbows. Interesting for a SilkWing.
And another white egg, but this time with shades of blue outlining each scale-like appendages, and, for an IceWing, was unusually warm.
The sound of talons crashing into earth broke her train of thought, and she growled, teeth gleaming. She silently murmured a spell and a scroll unrolled itself, and inky-black words wrote themselves onto it. Fear wrapped its talons around her heart, squeezing it hard, and each thump of her heart was like the entirety of the Scorpion Den being smashed onto her ribcage. She prayed again for the safety of the eggs, and she clutched the simple necklace with an emerald in the shape of a heart around the neck. "I enchant this necklace to bring me to-"
"HALT! QUEEN CORAL'S ORDERS!" A deafening roar assaulted her ears. Six SeaWings in coral armour landed, sharp spears in one claw, a slick, deadly looking dagger in the other. She growled at them, her tail lashing, and she gripped her necklace even harder, but careful not to destroy the precious olive-green emerald that reminded her of her lo-
"Hand over those eggs!" The largest looking SeaWing threatened, pointing his spear's business end towards her. No, she wouldn't, and she couldn't. But she needed to leave. She poised her barbed tail at them to look more menacing despite her small size. She had promised herself to never use her animus powers…nearly never, anyways, so she didn't dare use her magic to send these stupid blue dragons to the moons in case she lost a vital part of her soul.
The fear was too much, but the instinct to take the eggs with her too. She rubbed the palms of her paws into her closed eyes, but still aware of the threat in front of her. She was tired, she just wanted to collapse into a heap and fall into a deep slumber then and there, forgot about the eggs, the SeaWing guards, forget Tabanidae, forget everything for a little while.
But she couldn't.
She screamed Bring me to the Scorpion lake in Pantala! in her mind, pressing her necklace into the palm of her hand. Suddenly, the ground gave way, but she held her breath as the ground literally ate her up. She felt like she was being compressed, like the dirt had a mind of its own and was trying to prevent the intruding dragon from entering in the most painful way possible. Just when she felt like she was going to faint from the lack of breath, she crashed into trees branches. She fell all the way down from the tree canopy, branches scratching and bruising her poor sun-baked scales.
A lot of yelling and curses later, she was finally on the forest floor. Sunlight peaked through the thick canopy of leaves above her, the light already fading with the dusk. She was In her back, her wings folded behind her in an awkward position. Agony shrieked from every part of her body, but soon she felt her body go numb. She took deep, long breathes to try and calm down as the fear mixed with relief, but soon horror.
I left the eggs.
I left the eggs.
Did I make a mistake?
Oh, three moons, Tabanidae, help me.
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