Pathteller waited on the island. Waves lapped at the tall, huge rocks that encircled it. She squinted into the cloudy sky, but saw nothing. Or wait . . . yes, a dark green shape was winging towards her. A SeaWing. Tern landed beside her, scales flashing like emeralds. He clutched a round, pale blue object close to his chest. "Where did you find it?" Pathteller hissed. The NightWing frowned at the egg. "Where?" she repeated. Tern dipped his head. "On the shore. Like the prophecy says." His pale green eyes met her dark gaze. "For wings of sea, look closely for, a pale blue egg, left on the shore," he quoted. "I delivered the prophecy! I know how it goes!" Pathteller snapped. Tern set the SeaWing egg next to the other two he had fetched the same day; one gleamed red and gold in the light of the sinking sun, the other showed glimpses of brown and amber as the dragonet inside stirred. Three dragonets. Three who, according to her vision, would stop this war and give her tribe a queen. Three, who were the only hope.
For allosaurusrock. :D Sort of a prologue for a WOF story I am writing.
