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Sunny became free. She sprinted into the hallway, only to be stopped by her own fear. “U-U-U-” Sunny stammered, shaking violently. The figure stepped into the doorway. “I see you’ve found your little friend.” The nearby torch flickered on. All Sunny could see were swirls of pink. “What do you want from me?” Sunny stuttered. “Why would I tell you that?” the figure scoffed. Pale red eyes flickered in the distance. Sunny’s eyes froze. She couldn’t look away from the figure. Suddenly the torch extinguished in a gust of wind. The figure disappeared. Frozen in fear, Sunny scanned her eyes around the room. When the torch flickered back on, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She recognized this figure. She felt foolish for being afraid in the first place. Her fear had gotten the best of her...it MUST have been all in her mind! This dragon wouldn’t do anything like that. “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!,” the figure exclaimed. “I didn’t know it was you. W-we need to help Umber!” Sunny stammered. “Are you ok? Your eyes look so strange...” she murmured tentatively. “Oh, I’m fine, but you won’t be…” the figure chuckled evilly. In the darkest night with three moons shining so bright, The original prophecy dragons with a bigger threat to fight. An old friend that we may not remember Has awakened from its slumber. Five new dragonets born after war, May have more responsibilities than a regular newborn. Pressure and heat form black as night The dirtiest egg suffers most of the fight. Three special eggs, two types of blood New dragonets who may be judged. The sea at night shines in the moonlight while even brainy ones can be in a fight. Rain patters on the jungle floor Just a hybrid that seeks no more. Hive and leaf finally mix Makes a parent-less dragonet Not knowing where he fits. New dragonets fly in bold Not one of them icy-cold. New dragonets to save us all Flying together to answer the call. New information flying in soon.