The Four legends, Part 1.

The cold cavern of the wyvern hole of the nursery shivered of the winters, but the one with dark splatters of white and purple on a red base sat, lifeless laying on the soft straw of the nests. It shook.

Every wyvern thought it was to discard, but it actually shook and made crackling noises. As one of the oldest wyverns, FireStroker was a noble wyvern that specialised in nursing after the war between men and them.

Firestroker sat and stared, gobsmacked. “Never thought he would hatch, did we MudSkipper?” He stuttered. “Never seen a multicoloured egg. What should it be named?”

“Remember, FireStroker. It’s not ours, it’s SpeckledSpots’ egg.” AmberSlash called out. Amberslash was a young co-chieftain of the Firenings, the ally between the fire and lightning wyverns.

SpeckledSpots flown down to where her egg was. As a new mother, she smiled a chip-toothed smile. SpeckledSpots was an amazing, fit wyvern with spikes on her sides with stripes of purple and white.

Part 2 is going to be out soon!