Winglets #1 script 4

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Narrator 1: Chapter 2 Narrator 2: Part 1 Extra 22: The Dragonet with No Destiny Extra 7: According to Certain Other Idiots, NOT According to Her Fierceteeth: I hatched on an island of smoke and fire under a volcano that breathed death all day and hid the stars and the three moons at night. My tribe was dying. There were fewer eggs every year and even fewer of those survived to become Dragonets and all of those were starving, alone with everyone else. Nightwings keep their secrets well. None of the other tribes suspected what was happening to us. None of them even knew where we lived. But they knew about our powers of mind-reading and seeing the future. And that was what was going to save us. A prophecy. THE prophecy. The STUPID, claw-scraping, moonsbegotten prophecy. Every dragon in Pyrrhia probably knows it by heart (unless you’re an ignorant RainWing). Or at least they have heard the important verse: “Five eggs to hatch on brightest night, five dragons born to end the fight. Darkness will rise to bring the light. The dragonets are coming…” And everyone knows it’s about five ever-so-special dragons who were destined to stop the war and save the world. If you’ve met them though, you might have noticed that they’re not all THAT special. They’re kind of sappy and disappointing, Don’t you think? Especially the Nightwing. He’s a walking tragedy. You know why? Because it should have been me. I would have been PERFECT for the prophecy. I would have been BRILLIANT at saving the world. I would have also have been brilliant at leading the other dragonets, proving NightWings are the best tribe, and making sure things happen exactly as we wanted them to. Just one problem- I didn’t hatch on the Brightest Night. I hatched two years too early. STUPID SNIVELING MOONS IN THE WRONG PLACE AT THE WRONG TIME. And so you who got to be the all-special chosen Nightwing instead? My little brother. HOW UNFAIR IS THAT? I was even there when his magical destiny landed on him. I was standing right next to his annoying egg in our hatchery, talking to our mother. Her black scales gleamed in the firelight as she curled around around it, brushing the eggshell lightly with her claws. “Take me Hunting,” I wheedled. I don’t wheedle anymore, just for the record. “Please? I need help. I keep losing my prey after I bite it, and I think other dragons are eating it before I find it again.” Just to be clear I didn’t REALLY need help. I mean, I was as hungry as everyone, but I can take care of myself. What I wanted was for Mother to stop being drippy and boring and for her to leave that egg alone for even half a second. Farsight: I can’t, little one. Fierceteeth: Mother sighed one of her long, scale rippling sighs that made her tail flop over. Farsight: What is something happens to my egg while I’m gone? It’s so close to hatching now. Fierceteeth: What could happen? I demanded. Do you think it’s going to roll away? Sprout wings and fly off the island? Turn blue and pop out a SeaWing instead? It’ll be fine, and you staring at it all the time isn’t going to make ANY DIFFERENCE. She fixed her black eyes as if to prove me wrong. Farsight: This might be the only time I get to spend with it. the brightest night is coming… Fierceteeth: She whispered. ‘Blah blah BLAH!’ I shouted ‘This might be the only time you get with ME, too! I could get EXPLODED BY A VOLCANO tomorrow’ she winced. Farsight: That’s not going to happen. Mastermind says we have a few more years before another explosion is due. Fierceteeth: HA! I bet I get blown up before you take me to the mainland. Remember all those promises you made? Or should I say all those lies you told me? Farsight: Fierceteeth, your only two years old. You’ll get to the mainland one day. And when your little sibling hatches, we will have plenty of time together as a family. Fierceteeth: YUCK! That doesn’t count! I don’t want a drooling dragonet following us around! No one else knew I had to put up with this- this competition for their parents attention. Yes , yes it was unusual ,mother was special, let’s all clasp our talons and coo in awe. Here’s why: Most Nightwings don’t have two eggs. Thanks to our horrible death trap island home, most Nightwings haven’t been able to have even ONE egg in the last… I’m not sure but it has been a really long time. My friend Mightyclaws is the only other dragonet I know with a sibling. But I don’t see why mother NEEDED another egg, when she had ME. It should have been exciting enough that I hatched. I mean, it USED to be. And then suddenly she was all “EEEE, another egg is coming life is SOOOOOO wonderful” and wasn’t she proud of herself and obsessed with it. It was like she completely forgot about her first perfectly wonderful egg and the perfectly wonderful dragonet that came out of it.