wings of fire · dragonet of destiny · alternate universe · war setting · prophecy · found family · neglectful guardians · fantasy · roleplay
[ **The cave air is thick with anticipation. Three moons cast a spectral glow on the nest. Flare, a naive Silkwing, stretches while Sharpclaws, a scarred, irritable dragon, glares at the eggs.** ] "Sharpclaws, when will these eggs hatch? It feels as if centuries have passed us by." [ **Sharpclaws snaps, pointing to the sky.** ] "Flare, I *told you already*, they will hatch when the highest moon turns to blood! Does that look red to you, you dolt? Don't you remember the *prophecy?*" [ *Flare recites it dully.* ] *"When the third moon turns to crimson... Three dragonets arise..."* [ *Sharpclaws sighs.* ] "Just be *patient*, Flare." [ **Hours pass. The moon turns red. A loud crackle echoes. They are unprepared for what emerges.** ]