What if Hvitur escaped with the Skywing egg?
A dragon was flying in the storm.
His silvery wings beat against the tempests of rain that cascaded from around the tall grey hills,and his sides heaved,slick with rain mixed with sweat.
He had flown half the length of the Skywing kingdom in the day,and as the sun behind the clouds set,he knew his lengthy flight would be in vain if he did not reach his destination.
In his talons dangled a copper red egg,gleaming in the evening gray of the cloudy sky,beautiful, but just another egg due to hatch in a Skywing nursery.
But its pre-hatching prescribed destiny was much more than it's average looks of its tribe. It had a destiny that would hopefully shape the history of his home continent for better. It was the egg of another tribe,but he had to treat it as his own.
He heard a battlecry in the mist behind him,sending his ruff on edge.
Queen Burn's forces.
He sped up,pushing his wings to the limits as he spotted a flash of a pale yellow wing in between a canyon.
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The egg arrived,and the burnt,deformed Icewing who brought it managed to croak out his name,Hvitur.
He said nothing else,as he died a few minutes later.
But the Skywing egg had arrived safely.