A little tap, tap resounded before a crack fissured from the top to the bottom, and steam started to hiss.
“Oh my God,”she said into her sisters’ minds.“Are you seeing this?”
“We are,”Maya said, awed.“We absolutely are.”
The sun sank lower.
Another crack zigzagged down the egg.
More steam.
More hissing as pressure decompressed.
“Your son’s coming,”Jade exclaimed.“He’s being born!”
He was, and it was spectacular. Another crack followed another, as though he raced against the sun. As if he were determined to see his father once before he never saw him again.
“And he’s damn strong,”Trinity said with pride when bits of egg started breaking away in fiery sparks.“He’s kicking the crap out of that shell.”
He was. Between his sadness and rage at what was being taken from him, their little one was a warrior from the get-go. He didn’t just pop his head out but broke the shell apart in a mighty explosion of flaming eggshells and leapt onto his father’s chest.
She had never seen such a gorgeous dragon. His scales were a brilliant silver, his spikes the magnificent mirror-like black of Vanaheim, and his eyes an intense pale blue. A stunning shade afire with magic as he took her in, then looked at his father.
The sun sank lower still.
Nearly touched the horizon.
Her heart broke when a flaming tear trickled from their son's eye before he nuzzled his father. His grief was every bit as strong as Raven’s. Every bit as intense.
And so was his rage.
Where most dragons stumbled about getting used to their legs when they first shifted, their little one did no such thing. Instead, as the sun hit the horizon and Tor’s body wavered like a mirage on a hot summer day, he shook his head in denial and roared godly fire at the heavens. Then, fighting the stream of sun that raced over the ocean and hit Tor, he did the very same thing she had done in Mt. Galdhøpiggen.
He roared godly fire not at the sky again but directly at Tor.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
