King flew the dragon up the hill, realizing just how many more dragons there were down there, they were already moving the remaining captive dragon into the solid metal and stone buildings that were dragon proof. “No,No,No…” he thought, thinking of the still captive dragons. He hid the cloudwing he carried in the underbrush and rushed back down, grabbing boulders from the mountainside while gliding down and throwing them hard into the glass, releasing two Seawings and a young Riverwing. Then something caught his eye. A bright white egg that seem to glow, it was being rushed into the holding buildings along with all the other eggs on the stand. The sliding door was closing quickly, but he felt the need, the urge, to try and grab it. He thrust his wings hard, speeding up and reaching a talon into the doorway that was sliding down. He closed his talons around an egg and pulled hard. He heard a small crack and his heart almost shattered. Had he broken it? He flew back to the spot he’d hidden the cloudwing and placed the egg in the dirt.