In the island continent of Pyrrhia, several things happened at once.

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That afternoon, Starmind sat in her cave. Around her shoulders was the wing of her mate, Seafoam.

In the stream that ran through their cave, two pale pink eggs scattered with blue sat slightly soaked.

The odd color was the least of Starmind's worries.

A soft cracking noise echoed through the cave. Starmind rushed over to the right egg.

The pearlescent walls fell away, revealing a dragonet the color of a salmon. Light pink scales covered his body. Undertones of dark rose and light purple tinged his underbelly and gills. A translucent fin ran down his spine, the color of a clear river.

Immediately, the dragonet started hacking and choking.

Seafoam freaked and ran up to his mate. He shoved his son's head under the water and let the fast flowing river help him breathe.

The dragonet remained under the water. Starmind was worried that he had drowned, but she faintly saw his pink body shift underneath the current.

She looked towards the other egg, unhatched and non-cracked. 

It was much past its hatching time. Starmind gave up hope. She turned back to the pink dragonet, lying still under the small waves.

"What should we name him?" Starmind asked.  Seafoam stared into the water.

"He looks like a SeaWing and not so much like you." Seafoam stated.

"Then maybe we should spare him the embarrassment of the immediate knowledge of him being a hybrid. Give him a SeaWing name." Starmind answered softly. Seafoam nodded.

"He looks like a tiny salmon." Seafoam said. Starmind smiled.

"I like that. Welcome to the world, Salmon."

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A SeaWing shifted as her opalescent egg shattered to pieces.

"Eucalyptus! Get in here and bring that no-good daughter of yours if you must!" she shouted.

A SandWing with a black pattern down his neck ran into the room, gasping. Behind him tagged a younger SandWing of two years in age. She had an auburn tinge to everything on her and her eyes glittered a piercing, odd, icy-blue.

"Tarpon, what is it- Oh!"

He swept over to the SeaWing, who lounged gracefully on pillows of satin and velvet. Ropes of pearls weighed her down.

The egg in the center of the cave had broken, revealing a graceful, beautiful dragonet.

Her scales glittered like an iridescent firefly's. They were pale, lily-blue dappled with gold. By her eyes were scales of black, which ran down her neck and spine.

She opened her wings to reveal a constellation of azure dotted with pure gold and white, like diamonds on a pile of sapphires.

Tarpon, the SeaWing, gasped. She reached her webbed claws over the dragonet, who blinked innocently as her mother ran her talons down her spine.

Eucalyptus opened his wings and hugged his daughter. Immediately, Tarpon pulled her dragonet into her azure wings and closed them tightly. A dragonfly-blue head poked out.

The female SandWing shivered in the corner. All of her father's attention was on this dragonet. But to be fair, it was an actual dragon born from his work.

"What should we name her?" Eucalyptus asked while Tarpon stroked her baby.

"Um, I think Beach would be pretty... cause it's where the sand meets the sea." The female SandWing suggested. Her voice cracked.

"Incandesce, that's a great idea!" Eucalyptus exclaimed. Tarpon scoffed.

"No it's not. Let's name her Shoreline, a pretty name for a pretty dragon." She said.

Eucalyptus clapped his talons.

"Wonderful idea as always, Tarpon!" He said. He leaned down to his real daughter, fresh born with large eyes.

"You'll have a wonderful life here, Shoreline."

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"Make way!" A topaz-orange SkyWing yelled, blaring a long, golden instrument with a wide opening at the end.

The surge of SkyWing, ranging from bloodred to fuchsia to pale, almost yellow orange parted down the middle.

A dark red, tinted with yellow SkyWing paraded through the gap, tailed by an extremely pale pink dragonet that wobbled about. A thin silver chain encircled her waist, tied, from a distance, in the four cardinal directions to SkyWing guards.

They all seemed extremely wary of the newborn.

The dragon in front made her way to a golden throne inlaid with so many jewels that it was hardly even gold. 

She swarmed up the seat and curled up. 

The dragonet sat to the side, guards keeping the chain taut. 

"I would like to address to the court-no, the entire kingdom that our second heir-after many a disease and heartbreak-has been born! Everyone say hello to my baby, Dove." The queen exclaimed loudly. 

The pale dragonet squeaked indignantly.

"But, your Majesty," started a topaz SkyWing with a thick accent, "why does your blessed dragonet look so odd? Have the moons blessed her in some unknown way?"

The queen coughed, as if she had payed the dragon to rehearse those very lines.

"Why thank you for asking! Well, my darling Dove has been moon-blessed indeed- with cloud-kissed scales and the gift of fire. I will demonstrate."

The queen took a scepter and thrust it into Dove's tiny claws. The albino dragonet squawked and looked at it, interested. 

The metal started melting into blobby, golden goo. The guard beside her flinched.

The chain encircling Dove's waist was noticeably steaming now. 

A murmur rippled through the crowd as the gold turned to liquid in Dove's talons. 

"Firescales!"  exclaimed Queen Carmine, joyously.

"But, your Majesty!" a smaller female piped up from the court,"We've killed these monsters for thousands of years, until Queen Scarlet! Even then, Peril took extreme caution and decided to take away her firescales!"

Queen Carmine hissed, narrowing her eyes.

"Well, pipsqueak, I'm sure you wouldn't know, but I am the Queen of the SkyWings and this is my heir. So you shut your snout and be lucky I didn't have someone kill you right now for saying that." 

The small dragon slunk back into the crowd, bowing her head.

"Decree-shouter-thingy-person, go announce to the kingdom that there will be a territory-wide feast in the name of my darling newborn. Territory-wide! Everyone nearby is required to attend the one here and, Mister Captain person! make sure everyone has one of their own."

Two dragons at the Queen's side nodded and flew off.  

"Now, everyone prepare the courtyard for a feast! Me and my baby will be here. Court dismissed!"

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Three eggs, purple and green and blue and black. They sat in an egg crested with feathers. Soft moonlight washed them over, emanating from the silver crescents of the moons.

Two dragons and a dragonet sat, anticipating every crack and clack.

One was a normal NightWing with silver scales by her eyes. She was black with undertones of purple.

The second was a deep azure all the way to his forelegs. Then, it blended to white, marked with periwinkle SeaWing light-up scales. Of course, they didn't actually light up. His wings were dark blue on the skin and white on the membrane, marked with turquoise and silver scales that huddled in the inner tips of his wings.

In between them sat a small, white dragonet. Dark navy tinged his tail, arms and head. Dark jet scales scattered on the underside of his wings, so much you could barely even see the white. Black scales also lined the side of his neck, twining straight down his body and tail.

"Mommy, when will the eggs hatch?" the white dragonet asked. The world was very small to him, centered around him, and now his parent were only paying attention to these three, still eggs.

"Very soon, Nightfall." she said, putting her wing around him.

"I foresee that it will be somewhere around five minutes to thirty. The-the most probably futures." Nightfall's father, Blindsight, said. His voice was still wobbly and he stuttered a little, but mostly his voice was clipped and sophisticated.

A little crack echoed through the air. Nightfall snapped his head to see the largest egg chip away gradually.

A big head erupted through the shell. Then massive wings and shoulders, followed by the rest of their body.

"Awrk?" she asked.

Greatwatcher, Nightfall's mother, squealed and rushed over.  

The two smaller eggs burst into shrapnel and two NightWing dragonets leaped out.

Immediately, they started quarreling. Pushing and kicking, they shambled over to their mother. 

The first one, rather burly, wandered over and pushed them apart.

"It's like she's the peace keeper between the three." Greatwatcher pondered.

"Then Peacekeeper it shall be." said Blindsight.

"And the other two?" Greatwatcher asked.

One tilted her head and leaped at Nightfall. Awkwardly, he clawed her off.

"This one seems brave to attack an older dragonet." 

"Then we should call her Daunting!" Nightfall chimed in, pawing at his sibling.

"This one looks smart." He added, pointing to the last dragonet, observing his parents with great interest. "We should call him Knowledge."

Greatwatcher swept her newborns to her chest.

"Beautiful names for beautiful dragons. Peacekeeper, Daunting, and I think Knowledge for the last one." she told her mate. Blindsight unknowingly smiled.

"Perfect."

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These dragonets, each separated from each other, may seem like they have no influence on each other.

But they will change the world.