<center>A Wyvern is Born
Light, must get to the light...
The hatchiling rocked his egg, straining to tear through the rest of the
shell by use of his little eggtooth. He cracked open a larger peice, giving
way to more of the strange light, and the weird sounds of that vast outside
world. The egg toppled over, and though the bigger hole the Wyvern,
Tedros, inhaled a fresh breath of air. Like an addiction, he wanted more,
and so he hastily crawled forth from the egg, breaking off more little
peices so that he could fit his body through.
It wasn't long before the tired and wet dragon lay, unsurrounded by the
egg from which he grew. He let out a small peep, then curled the best
he could, and was soon taking a nap.
