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. "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."

Seraphina: "Soooo.. now that we are free, what will we do?" The RainWing asked, looking at her friends.

Shadowfire: "We'll need a plan, and a way to find the NightWing we must kill.. somehow.." He shivered, the NightWing folded his wings.

Boulderback: "Ugh.." The MudWing rolled his eyes.

Frostbite: "Plan? We have a plan, or did you not think ahead yet again?" The IceWing muttered coldly with his stoic face.

Corelwave: "No time for fighting, we need to stick together and be prepared." She growled, the SeaWing glancing behind herself.

Sahara: "We are free! Let's explore! Find our families we were stolen from!" The SandWing protested with a grin on his snout.

Blazeclaw: "I agree! I don't wanna figure this all out after we JUST escaped the mountain cave we grew up in." The SkyWing grinned along with Sahara. He clasped his talons together.