This is During the Sandwing Succession War. Far away from any tribe in Phyrria two dragons sit at the base of a tree. It is dark out, and at the claws of the two dragons lies an egg. "What are we going to tell our tribes?" the female dragon asks. "Nothing. It's bad enough that this egg even exists.What if She find it?" The male dragon turns to her. "She won't! and if she does, I'll... I'll kill her!" The male draped his wing around her. "I am a Nightwing, you are a Skywing, we should not even be speaking to each other." Suddenly the egg moved, and then it cracked. "It's hatching" she said excitedly.