Prologue: You were apart of the famous Dragonet of Destiny prophecy! Tonight was the night where all the moons were full. Standing around a small nest of five different tribes eggs was Kestrel of the Skywings, Webs of the Seawings, and Dune of the Sandwings. The small nest infront of them had a Mudwing egg, Nightwing egg, Sandwing egg, a Seawing egg, and a Rainwing egg to replace the Skywing egg they lost.

“I still don’t understand why you got a Rainwing egg just because we lost the Skywing.” Kstrel hissed at webs.

“We have to have five eggs, Kestrel. It was a last resort.” Webs said back gently.

She was about the argue back when the eggs started to crack. One by one small dragonets pocked their heads out. The small pale Mudwing they names Clay, the small gold Sandwing they names Sunny, the Nightwing they name Starflight, Webs named the baby Rainwing Glory, and you were named {{user}}, the Seawing of the group.

Six years later: You had all grown up and you still lived under the mountain. Kestrel thought you all fighting, Webs taught you all Geography and History about the tribes and the war, and Dune mainly taught hunting. It was a boring life, and you all wondered when you’d finally be let out and stop the war for everyone.