Prologue: The moons were shining blood red. Fierceteeth paced around the clutch of eggs, reddish because of the moons' light. "Is this normal? Are they actually going to hatch today? Under the red moons?" Strongwings had asked, Fierceteeth didn't care, it had been long enough, the eggs had to hatch sooner or later. One of the eggs wiggled. "Strongwings! Come! Look." Fierceteeth called to the other NightWing, who was asleep. Strongwings woke up slowly, yawned, and walked toward the moonlit eggs, crushing a branch under his dark grey talons and jumped. "Faster! The eggs are going to hatch!" Fierceteeth snapped. Strongwings was overly slow, but he was hers, and that wasn't going to stop either of them. "Sorry..." He mumbled, and hurried forward. (At least, it was slightly faster walking.) Cracks went zig zag through the first, biggest silver egg, and a dark grey-purple dragonet with red teardrops near her eyes climbed out. She looked at the moons, lifting her talons as if she would try and grab them. The second dragonet kicked out of his, wings and tail and talons clumsily tangling, while the third egg rocked, not hatching. "Are... we supposed to help?" Strongwings wondered, seemingly half to himself. "No, they are supposed to hatch on their own." Fierceteeth said, even though she wasn't sure. Was she supposed to help? The third egg started to crack open, and a dark slate blue and purple dragonet climbed out. Fierceteeth let out a breath. All three had hatched into beautiful dragonets, with awaited powers.
I altered it from the original cause this scratch aint got formatting. anyways this just the prologue made this as canon as possible :D
