#SLWWOF #WoF #wingsoffire
A brisk amount of the moon shone as a skywing-icewing cracked open her shell.
To be born on three moons is awfully rare.
The shell got destroyed in a matter of seconds.
The lone dragonet wandered around the cave she was in. A large gate blocked her way out, she looked around and realised she was alone, there were no eggs or dragons.
She woke the next morning, realizing she was in a sort of cage, it was huge though. A squeak of fustration came out of her. (End prologue)