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Hidden: Prologue

The SharkScale was running. Running for his life, for his freedom, for his heritage, and away from his honor, his home, and his pod. But he was with Slipblade. Darkpool scampered around, tripping over his fins. Curse the land. Slipblade was a lot more smooth with running on land. The stone beneath them was wet and slippery from the water they had splashed. Darkpool’s talons slid, making him crash down on the ground. “Get up! We must go!” Slipblade warbled. She wasn’t speaking the dryland dragon language. What she said sounds like a couple of low-toned shrieks that sounded unsettling. But Darkpool understood. He got up quickly, testing out his ankle. It was sprained. Curse moving on land. “I’m coming,” he trilled. “Go. I’ll catch up!” Slipblade nodded and continued running. Darkpool gingerly placed his weight on the sprained ankle, hissing when it hurt. He inhaled deeply and limped after Slipblade. *** “They’re hatching!” Slipblade trilled happily. Darkpool swam over. It has been a