Asha glanced down at the egg gripped firmly in her talons. Her flight was unsteady, and blood dripped from her numerous wounds, but the egg was safe. She had not failed the talons, the prophecy, the entirety of Pyrrhia who were depending on the dragonet to end the war. Blood coated the egg, but she was barely able to see the difference, the blood and the egg were the same color.
If only she hadn't been caught in the skirmish between Blister and Blaze's forces. The IceWings and SeaWings and SandWings didn't care that an innocent egg was caught up in their violence, they just saw that Asha was a common enemy, one of Burn's MudWings. If they had known she was a talon of peace the treatment would have been even worse. Asha had barely escaped with her life, and could only hope she would have enough strength to make it to the cave where the dragonets of destiny were to be raised. She had been able to dodge most of the blows, but one IceWing had caught her, scraping his serrated claws along her back, and freezing part of her wing.
The IceWing had aimed his frostbreath at the egg (Asha didn't understand why he would try to hurt an innocent egg for no reason, but that was beside the point), and Asha had darted out of the way, blocking the egg with her wing. It only caught the edge, but it stung so badly, Asha would have stopped immediately to find a mud pool if it weren't for her precious cargo. She thought about how easily Cattail had given up her egg, and promised that she would raise the dragonets to be happy, and that she would care for them as if they were her own. If she survived.
She knew in her heart that her wounds were mortal, that she would not live to raise the dragonets, but she ignored the thought, hoping that if she didn't acknowledge the wounds, didn't let them get to her, they wouldn't kill her. The egg shook, ever so slightly, and she pumped her wings faster, refusing to think about what would happen if it decided to hatch here, now. She flew as high as she could go, hoping no dragons would go that high and find her. The muscles in her wings screamed, and her lungs struggled to gather air, but she kept on going. Black spot danced in front of her eyes, and her frozen wing stung more than ever.
Asha almost missed it, the mountain on top of the cave where they were to raise the dragonets, but she banked and glided towards it. Everything seemed to be in a dreamlike haze. She swooped down into the ravine where the entrance to the cave hid, and knocked three times. The rock slid open, and Dune rushed to support her as she slumped down. The fatigue was too much, and she knew her wounds had caught up to her.
"Asha, what happened?" Dune asked desperately. Her eyelids fluttered, as she fought against a sleep she knew she would never escape.
"The dragonet." Asha gasped, "The egg. Take him."
"We're only waiting for Hvitur with the SkyWing, now." Dune told her. He eased the blood-red from her talons.
"I'm not going to make it." Asha said, "There was a battle, between Blister and Blaze. I," she gasped, "Got caught in the middle of it. My wounds- are mortal. Promise me, Dune." She trailed off.
Dune gripped her talon tightly, a tear trailing down his cheek, "What is it Asha?" he whispered, "What do you want me to promise?"
"The dragonets." Asha said, "Keep them safe. Make sure they feel like they have..."
She trailed off, no longer able to continue. The fatigue, and her wounds, proved too much. The black spots spread over her vision, and all pain disappeared. It felt like drowning, but she wasn't afraid. Her last words repeated themselves in her head over and over Keep them safe. Make sure they feel like they have... a home
I know it doesn't include the dragonets actually hatching, but it's about the brightest night, so I think it still counts :D