Build Sequence Is Key

Break Through!

Taking their time the last eggs hatched at a much slower pace. It was as if the dragonets knew that they were last and that there was no use in rushing. Where as before it was easy to see what each individual power was with these dragons Jason could not see what their powers were. One by one they arrived hatching their way out into the light.

He carefully moved the unhatched eggs into the center of the nest, pushing out the egg shells from the dragons that had already hatched. Hours later there were only three eggs left that had not hatched. And finally the black dragon on Jason's head had let go. Not to wander around, but to spread her wings. At one point he had simply felt a push against the crown of his head and then nothing only to the the dragonet wildly beating the air slewing through the air. Self correcting it spread its wings into a wind that seemed to miraculously arrive to literally push the little girl up into the air like a bullet. She screamed her triumph as she went capturing the attention of all her brood mates in one go.

In moments above Jason's position on the elevated nest there was a travesty of baby dragons trying and mostly failing to duplicate the black's feat. Fortunately Hezmet and a group of the cream colored dragonets could employ healing. And Jason terror in his voice screamed for the dragons to move off away from the nest with its jagged and brutally sharp obsidian rocks. They moved with Hezmet moved away, but not before three hatchlings beat themselves to bloody ribbons. Jason helped collect the three placing them in the sands of their birth place while three of the creams, one for each of the downed babies bowed their noses to heal. Jason stood over them feeling the spirit bond he had with all three of them weaken relentlessly.

Eventually two of them grew strong again, but no matter how much the creams tried they could not bring the last one back from the brink. When it died the little body exhaled a last bit of air and in death relaxed. At least in the end it had not felt any pain, Jason knew this through the bond. All of its wounds had been healed, but it had not been able to break through back to life. Cradling the little blue body in the palm of his hand he brought the dragon to his chest and rocked. The pain of the failed bond striking anew on his just recently healed soul. This time the pain was bitter and frustrated. A dark mood fell on Jason and as a result all the hatchlings too. A keening began the fallen brother's mates alit on the rocks or crawled up from the desert floor. Surrounding the human they released their pain in an atonal cry.

"Jason! What are you doing?! Make them stop. You are going to alert the whole area! Stop! Stop! Even more will die!!" Hezmet screeched herself dancing in her anxiety around the nest.

Shaking his head, "I can't, I can't stop this pain. It is never ending." Tears fell down acompanied by great sobs, gulping in little gulps of air.

Hezmet, unstable herself, couldn't navigate up through the hatchlings so she screamed again, "What are you a little girl, a little princess that has to let everyone know of her distress. Man up, little boy. Man up!"

In that moment two of the last three eggs hatched and even though the eggs had been green and yellow respectively the dragonets which came out were pink. One a pale pink so light it seemed a pastel and the other a bright fluorescent pink. Struggling they made it to one of Jason's sides and touching them a bright happy emotion surged through his mind. It didn't completely dampen out the pain of the broken bond, but it gently stopped the mindless rocking and mental screaming in his head. They seemed to want to want to climb, so Jason lifted both of them up. But still they wanted to rise higher. Crunning they excitedly pushed to go higher. Their struggle was cute in and of itself. Placing the blue body down next to the last unhatched egg, Jason rose to his feet and placed the two pink dragons on his head. As he made these struggles to overcome his own fear and pain the dragonets stopped their keening one by one. Impressed by his actions they one by one flew to hang on to his sides. The first one to come was the black, landing on his chest over his heart, with contact the same joy the pinks were communicating transferred to her as well. When her cries of joy reached the others they all suddenly swarmed him. Most could fly or found that they could fly now, but a good portion still tracked along the ground to crawl up his legs.

Soon they were all together and being together one large family their happiness and joy exponentially increased. Now tears of joy rolled down his cheeks. Not that Jason cared or could actually feel his cheeks as tens of hatchlings competed to scale his face to get to the pinks.

Then while they were all mixing it up as a happy family a white light flashed. Everyone looked down to see the last dragon hatched. Pure white the last dragon was much smaller than all the others, no bigger than Jason's thumb it had struggled over the few inches of sand to the dead body of its litter mate and touched it. When Jason looked down all he saw was the white dragon's paw retracting and a white glow fading from the blue.

Where before the blue had been only a tinge now the blue had deepened till it was almost gray. In addition it was closer to cyan than blue.

Jason felt the soul bond reawaken with in him as the cyan dragon raised its head. Standing on all fours it carefully flexed wings that outsized it by far. No wonder it had lost control originally. Again the wind caught the large wings and the dragonet was pulled into the rocks. Jason reached out too late and many of the babies screamed in fear, but the dragon disappeared.

In confusion they looked around until Hezmet point and call out in wonder, "Would you look at that!" The cyab dragon ghosted straight through the rocks and was soaring through the sky. Suddenly in banked down and skimming over the desert floor sped straight for the nest upon which Jason was standing. Instead of turning or nosing up it even curled up it's wings and diving almost horizontal because of its speed directly transferred straight through the nest.

Shocked, Jason's mouth fell open. Unable to think of anything to say he could only gaze dumbstruck as the rest of the babies inspired by the cyan's courage used him as a spring board to dive away. Flying they took to the skies. While true some of them collided in mid air they worked together to prevent or heal injuries. The cyan was a big factor in saving his fellows. Phasing through matter to prevent more accidents.

Soon only the little white dragon had not flown. Grateful, Jason placed it on his shoulder. He could tell that the little guy was spent. Exhausted from the hatching and resurrection, too.