Janna woke to a loud scratching noise coming from the egg sack. She sat up fast and looked at the bag. It was trembling. Janna jumped to her feet and dumped the egg onto the ground, where it rocked violently. All this time it was making loud, scraping sounds. Emerald and Jalure woke quickly, and the three of them crowded around the egg. After a little bit, the egg cracked and a small black dragon head poked out. Some of the scales on his face were red. There was also a small horn on his nose, which was strange. Dragons had horns behind their ears, but not on their noses. But even as Janna watched, the dragon finished hatching and shook his head violently… and the horn fell off. “Don’t worry, it’s natural,” Jalure reassured her. “That’s just his egg horn. You know, to help him get out.” Janna nodded. “I see.” She bent down and picked the egg horn up. She looked at it for a minute, then put it in her pocket.
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They were flying again. Carkos was huddled under Janna, who was sitting on Jalure. Janna was glad she was wearing the brown things. The air was frigid; there was nothing around for miles except snow. The sun sparkled off the powdery ground, making it hard to look down. After a little while, the two dragons landed. “Even dragons get tired,” Emerald explained. “You know,” Jalure said, “I should have told you this before, so I’ll tell you now: the reason there are so few Frost Dragons is because not all of them are on our side. Why do you think there is so much snow? Dragons are strong, the Golden Knights wanted a few. Well, they got some by making all this snow. The Frost dragons get more territory and the Golden Knights get allies.” Emerald stopped. “Uh-oh,” he said. “No wonder the snow appears to be alive.” Janna looked and sure enough, some of the snow was shifting. If she looked closely, she could see the whitish-blue dragons. “Do we have to worry about them?” Janna asked. “Oh, yes,” Jalure replied.