The moon's dark side was visible as a dragon the color of sand does across the cool, barren land.

It's eyes flashed around and it's black pupil made sure not one was following it. He held in his arm a dragonet. The age of barely able to communicate age.

He laid her down on the sand of an entrance. He roared in the den and does across the dusty clearing.

He looked behind him to see another dusty colored dragon who saw the dragonet and probably didn't see the other dragon because of the sand.

The smaller SandWing took the dragonet in her arm and crooned the baby.

Another part of the world a NightWing was watching her egg hatch. His head poked out and she softly growled. She hated this part. The part where the volcano life was already part of them.

She grabbed her dragonet's talon and whispered some sacred NightWing words. She would never let her boy die from the volcano. Morrowseer would not make him stay on the volcano.

A prince under the sea was wrestling with his older than him brothers. He was barely old enough to survive without his mother. His only brother who cared for him was dead...

These dragonets know their rules and how they are not connected to talk to each other.

That's the shifting land.