The third egg is Starslayer's.

Here is Starslayer, the NightWing:

"After her!" roared the bulky NightWing that lead the group of angry NightWing guards.

They were chasing after a small dragonet, around the age of four, bright stars barely studded her wings and tail, and the starry patterns glittered in the dim light of the rainforest.

Birds and monkey choirs once squeaked and Sang, but when the dragons flew by, they when silent and scattered to hide somewhere.

One of the bigger males swiped at her tail, but she lashed it away

She had an idea.

She swiftly tilted her wings to dive down.

If this didn't lose them, she had another plan.

It didn't shake them.

Some of them anyways, when she dove, her tail hit one of them and he hit the ground, and the other got caught in a tree as she went into the dense undergrowth.

She suddenly whacked into something.

She shook herself and saw she had ran into a RainWing.

She flapped her wings and took off into the sky, her wings spread to their full length, giving her a beautiful and majestic appearance.

Two of the three moons were full, and it gave her just enough light to see in front of her

The sky was clear, showing off all the stars that studded the sky above Pyhrria.

She heard her chasers heavy breathing and cries of angry and frustration.

The last two caught up. The leader of the group hung back, just in case.

She waited. And waited. For them to get closer..

Closer... Closer... Closer.... One.. Two.. Three.. Now.

As they got a wingbeat away, she angled her wings and twisted her torso so she could open her mouth and have them in range.

She let it all out, blazing blue fire blazed out of her snout and lapped hungrily at the dark scales of her attackers

One of them gave a cry of shock and fell to the ground, the fire leaving a trail behind him like a falling star to on-lookers.

The other one gave a huge roar as he clawed at his face as though he hoped to claw the fire off.

The fire began to eat down his body, reaching his wings, ripping and burning holes in his wings, resulting in sickening sounds of the scales, flesh, and bones cooking and snapping, making him cry in agony.

The leader, in a panic, flapped away from the small dragonet, who just hovered in the air, her blue eyes narrowed on the shape of the dragon flying away, blue smoke and sparks still hung in the air around her and her snout.

The look she gave him when he glanced back said it all.

You saw right. I'm a survivor. I'm willing to kill anyone at anytime. Try me.