Long ago, a power-hungry NightWing threatened the tribes, many dragons were killed, and the tribes split. An old NightWing used the last of her power to create a prophecy, "In times of strife, when the stars align, Seven will rise, their destinies entwine. From lands afar, they'll heed the call, To save their world from a fate of fall. With scales of gold and wings unfurled, They'll bring balance to the dragon world." A group of believers took an egg from each tribe to keep hidden and grow to fulfill the prophecy.

Caelum: "Ugh! Where is he?!" She growled.

Conure: "Alabaster, will be here soon, grumpy Skywing, we have the other eggs. " He gestured to the clutch of mixed eggs.

Caelum: "We need the IceWing egg!"

Coyote: "He'll be here with it. He's stealing a royal, remember?" He sighed, Glancing at the RainWing, Conure, and the SkyWing, Caelum.

Alabaster: "I'm here! Here's the egg! They'll hatch soon, hurry!"