The prompt was to write a short story (750 Words) about the dragons' first encounter, given the information provided.

The events of this story take place three years before the dragonet prophecy

~Redstart~

Redstart pumped her wings up and down vigorously, searching for a way out of the storm.

 Slitting her eyes against the wind and battering rain, the Skywing scanned the perimeter for any signs of flashing scales, talonprints, anything that would give them a clue on where the dragonets of destiny were being kept.

A sound cut through the air, and it took the scout a couple moments to realise that a member of her patrol was calling out to her.

She beat her wings and turned around with a powerful 'whoosh' of air.

"What do you want?", she snapped, impatient to get on with the search.

What would happen if they returned without a sign to prove the dragonets were alive, she didn't want to find out.

The dragon shrieked against the wind, but her voice was whipped away by the storm.

Redstart thrust her snout close to the other Skywings'.

"What is it??!!?!?"

"Redstart, we can't fly much longer. Our wings aren't as big as yours and some of us have no experience flying in storms, like Crimsonglare. Please, let us wait out the storm. The Mud kingdom isn't to far away,we can make a temporary camp and continue after the storm has passed."

Redstart growled in frustration.

Skywings were supposed to be the rulers of the sky, they shouldn't be stopped by a puny little storm!

And why was Hunter, the pretty golden dragoness, trying to take over her position as leader?

Did she think Redglare wasn't good enough?!

The red Skywing snorted. She may not have the looks or way with words, but she had years of experience on the battlefield, so she was the strongest with the best chance of survival in the group.

There was a reason why Queen Scarlet chose HER to be the leader of the scouting patrol instead of Hunter. After all, not every dragon was as good in surviving as she was.

Crimsonglare was a good fighter, Longspur had excellent eyesight, Murrelet was a decent fighter, Curse was an excellent tracker, and, even though Redstart hated to admit it, Hunter was a pretty intelligent dragon.

The Skywing snorted disapprovingly before sharply turning and nosediving towards the swampy ground.

The rest of her scouting patrol followed.

Redstarts' talons sunk into the marsh immediately and she muttered a curse.

How could Mudwings actually live here, in all of this....gooey brown muck?

Her patrol huddled together, heads low, trying to preserve body heat.

It was quiet.

Very quiet.

Too quiet.

Apart from the sound of the storm raging over them, there was no smart remark, no plan on what to do next.

Redstart lifted her head cautiously.

"Hunter?", she called out, as loud as she dared.

Out of the corner of her eye,she saw a flicker of movement and spun around, readying flames.

Hunter was standing in the thick brown muck, her eyes wild with fear. A long, dark wound stretched across her flank, staining her pretty scales scarlet.

"We-We h-h-have... have to g-go-. N-Now!" 

Her voice was urgent.

Redstart opened her jaws to snap back a sharp reply, but big talons gripped her snout and clenched it shut tightly.

She thrashed around wildly, trying to escape the Mudwings' grasp. 

The Skywing felt a sprout of pain blossom up her hind legs and saw that a smaller Mudwing, much younger than the one who was holding her jaw shut, had fastened his teeth in it.

She snarled and kicked her leg viciously, sending the dragonet flying through the air, where it crashed against a tree and slumped to the ground.

"UMBER!",the dragon holding Redstart shouted, his voice panicked.

His grip loosened for a second and she took the chance to push herself backwards, powering through the air with mighty wingbeats.

A bolt of pain shot through her back as a dragon crashed into her from above. 

The stranger tore their claws across Redstarts' back, leaving behind deep marks.

She let out a furious shriek and tried to struggle free, but they were already plummeting towards the ground at  high speed.

The enemy dragon bit down on her neck, but missed the life-giving artery and injured her wing-nerves instead.

The pain was insane.

The Mudwing reared up again, readying their final killing blow, but out of nowhere, golden scales flashed out of the brown and Hunter barrelled the Mudwing over, sinking her teeth into it's tail.

"Wha- Hunter? What are you doing?! You're going to get killed!"

"I once heard a soldier say that dying is an honour for those who have fought hard. Go! Somebody needs to warn Queen Scarlet about the Mudwings!"

Redstart turned around and bolted towards the trees.

She didn't stop running until the shrieking had died down.

The Skywing collapsed on the ground, her flanks heaving as she struggled to breathe.

A bright, blurry mix of confusing colours popped up in front of her, eyeing her curiously.

She struggled to her feet, desperate not to show any weakness to a Rainwing.

Pain seared through her lungs and she collapsed again.

The Rainwing frowned.

"Wow, you REALLY need some help. What's your name? I've heard that Skywings are named after birds. Is your name Chickadee??? I'm Vireo. That's also a bird! Maybe we could be matching bird-buddies!"

Redstart growled.

"Why would I be called Chickadee? That's a ridiculous name. Who names their dragonet Chickadee?!"

"Wow. Frowny-face much? If you tell me your name, I'll heal you."

"Fine. I'm Redstart. NOW CAN YOU PLEASE HELP ME OR I'LL DIE WHILE YOU BLABBER ON ABOUT MATCHING BIRD-NAMES!"

The pastel dragon chuckled. 

Redstart glared at him.

Why was he looking at her like that?! She wasn't pretty like Hunter.

Hunter..

I once heard a solider say that dying is an honour for those who have fought hard.

That was her.

Pain bolted through her lungs and she coughed up a spurt of dark crimson blood.

Crimson

Crimsonglare.

Longspur. Murrelet. Curse.

Were they all dead?

"Woah. You are REALLY not okay."

Redstart turned her snout towards the Rainwing.

"Yeah, no dung, Sloth-brain."

He turned an indignant red and puffed out his chest.

I can see that we're going to get along well.

!BONUS! Vireo's P.O.V.

Lol sorry I just can't stop writing. It's a pet Peeve of mine.

-Vireo-

Vireo was tree-gliding through his favourite part of the Rainforest, when a crashing disturbed the peaceful loud silence of his home.

He decided to investigate and noticed a reddish dragon lying on the ground. 

Her pretty crimson scales were dark and matted with blood.

Vireo winced.

Owch. Poor pretty dragon.

She noticed him and tried to stand up, but failed and crashed down again.

He tried to spark up a conversation, but she extinguished it almost immeadiately.

Her eyes were a matt gold colour and different shades of red shone through her scales.

She was insanely pretty.

He sighed. 

Well, this day sure took an unexpected turn. Now I just have to find a way to get her to like me...