A Skywing landed on the ledge of a large cave's opening, his giant wings tucking in quickly as he landed, avoiding the large stalactites hanging from the ceiling. He tucked a large satchel under his wing as he entered, careful not to drop it.

  He flicked his tail in impatience, peering into the darkness beyond the moonlight peering through the entrance.

"Did you bring it?" An eager voice echoed almost silently in the darkness.

"Yes." The Skywing responded, sliding the satchel from under his wing.

"Very good." The voice spoke again, but with more pleasure this time.

   The Skywing stepped back with caution when he heard the clicking of talons against stone get louder.

"Having second thoughts?" The dragon said as he stepped up to the Skywing, his amber scales now visible in the moonlight.

Taken aback by the sudden question, the SkyWing took a moment to answer. "No, of course not." 

   The MudWing brought his talons up, reaching for the satchel. The SkyWing instinctively stepped back. However, quickly realizing his mistake, he looked away and allowed the dragon to continue. But instead the MudWing did not moved.

"There is little time. Come." The mysterious MudWing muttered. He turned and walked to a tunnel further into the cave. Stopping only to gesture with his tail to follow.
  
   "No small talk, then?" The Skywing joked. There was no response as the MudWing slipped into the tunnel.

"Okay then..." He muttered.
  
  He followed the dragon into the cave. Glancing at the satchel around his neck, he spoke again.
     "Glaze. . . are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Absolutely." Glaze said with sudden,  unhidden disgust at the SkyWing.

Anger sprouted inside the SkyWing, yet he held his tounge and brought his head up in unseen defiance.

Crack. Crack. Crack.

    The SkyWing's ear twitched at the sound of the cracking. For a terrible moment, he feared he had hit the satchel and broken it's occupant.

Glaze picked up his pace. Soon they stood at a dead end.

"Set it on the table, quick!" The MudWing said excitedly as he lit a torch. There was a wooden table in this area of the cave, slightly centered in the middle for easy access. Loose scrolls littered the floor and on top of them, a small box of spare, unused scroll.

Glaze spoke hurriedly, "Take it out and set it on the table! Hurry."

A small brown head pushed its' way out of the egg, making little yips and yaps as he climbed out. He flopped to the floor and lifted himself up to stare at the two bigger dragons above him. "Beautiful. . . Just splendid!" Glaze almost cried with joy. "My boy, be prepared, we have some testing to do!" He scooped up his dragonet and moved him to a corner with a table and set him down.

The SkyWing next to him puffed out smoke.

"Let's see, maybe we can try. . . Here!" He flipped the dragon over and played with his tail. The MudWing dragonet chuckled and flapped his wings happily. After a moment, Glaze scoffed. "Defective!"

"Wait one second! At least give your little "defective"dragonet a name before you throw him away! Give it at least some dignity!" The SkyWing said, obviously with pity that its' own father would throw him out just because it wasn't what HE wanted.

"Good point. But what to call you. . ." The dragonet got back upright and flapped his wings. Interested, Glaze grabbed one of the wings and moved it up and down. The baby squaked as he shook it slightly. "Squeak, good name for a pity dragonet." He angrily flicked his son and he toppled over. Immediately the dragonets' scales were swept with green. In awe, his father picked him up, gently this time. "Ohh...I'm sorry, my son. Did I hurt you? Yes, that was daddy's fault, yes it was. Yes it was!" Its' scales went back to normal. He chuckled at his work. The SkyWing came up and sniffed it. "Does this mean it worked?"

"Oh...(note to self--insert SkyWing name here)  this means a whole different thing. This, is the guardians precious dragonet, treat him kindly, we can not risk damaging him." He stared and thought. "His name. His name will be Owl, it just feels right. Oh and, You'll need motivation. Do it right or die."

Topple quickly nodded yes, and then Slip handed him his son hurriedly. "You'll need to keep him hidden, I'll have to send more SkyWing's with the others, ones that I can trust."

Slip gripped Topples' shoulders. "You must keep my boy safe, no one can find out what I have just done, this will mean great things Topple, Yes! Great things! But Phyrriah may not be ready for this." He glanced back. "If this worked, then that means. . . Yes! We've got perfect results! We'll!? What are you waiting for!? Go! Take my son to the island, make sure nobody follows you! Be careful." With that Topple nodded and Slip turned and went into the darkness. Topple turned as well and started flying towards the island. He lifted up the dragonet. He seemed sad, Topple smiled and immediately Owl burst out crying. Thunder came and it started to rain. He cried even harder.

Great, he was stuck flying in the rain with a crying dragonet.

Warmth flew over him, he looked down to find the dragon clutching to his chest, hugging him. He ignored it, trying to block it out. Maybe I can raise him? No. Redicoulus. But, will he have a good life on the island?? Don't think about it, Topple, thinking leads to over thinking, and that is never good. You could fly away and live happily. No, you belong with the others. Wingbeats trampled his thoughts and he turned to see other SkyWing's coming as well, with dragons in their talons. Good, im not alone anymore. He flew faster, hoping to get out of the rain. Hoping to get back to Taln.

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Heyyyyyy, suuer bored, hope you like this! I decided to just make something, soo, lol. Random, enjoy, you WoF fans! Enjoy this made up story! :D