darkSpyro

The Lucky
The temple was covered with dragon eggs. Black eggs, green eggs, spotted eggs, blurred eggs, blue eggs and more. There were at least three hundred eggs scattered throughout the rooms. However, the elders knew above all that no more than 13 dragons would hatch healthily. The elders were peering over a strange egg, which they had retrieved from Gaul's clutches two years ago.
Dragon eggs take 3 years until they hatch, many die in the egg within that time, some are born and then die, only the lucky ones survive.
The egg they were looking at was sooty black, with ripples of plum-purple smudged in it. Spyro was looking devestated as he looked upon a blue egg that had stop cracking slightly, until it had stopped entirely.
"Oh," Spyro cried softly. "Another egg, I don't think this one is living."
"Leave them," Terrador said. "You never know."
Days passed and many remained lank and lifeless. But suddenly, few egg-shells cracked open and small dragons with tiny wings and beady eyes crawled stickily out of the shell.
4 dragons survived in 7 days, which was the amount of days the dragons should have hatched in, 6 other dragons were born, but died soon after. The elders were ready to place the Spectre Mount where the unborn eggs became a spirit. (If a living creature went inside they would instantly become a ghost).
Suddenly, cracklings and scratches came from the shadowy egg and a thin, spindly black dragon slithered out. She had sharp, blood-red eyes and purple wing-skin. A Lucky One. Lucky to live, though now, dragons would have wished her dead.
5 was the avrage amount of Lucky Ones to survive. 5 more dragons entered the world each fifty years.
Leaving at least 490 unborn or dead, to become a spirit.

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