The first was a beautiful blue, followed by a Night Brown and a Night Green. The enxt was a Bronze, and Drake's eyes followed him until he Impressed. The next were Night Green, a Blue, another Night Green, a normal Green, and a Brown. He was followed by a beautiful first- a Night Gold. The next to hatch were a Brown and a Blue, followed by two Night Blues, and then a Night Brown. The Next was a Night Brown.

Drake was starting to become bored- and uncomfortable. The number of eggs was dwindling.

Arosambyth had retired to the edge of the sand after Racynioth had made her appearance, but took notice as a large egg cracked. A small bronze head and forearms pushed out, and with a cry of triumph, the Night made his way out onto the sands. He walked, pausing to help a brown get out of his shell. A dark man on the fringes smiled softly, and the bronze made his way to that man. Drake patted the young dragon.