Tenderly, he unwrapped the bundle. It wriggled like a larvae and violet eyes lit up in wonder as the baby dragon began crawling on his arm, using it as a monkey bar. Tiny buds on its back would soon grow into wings, and the hydra slowly reached under and pulled one out, relishing the fresh feeling. It was like peeling a bulb of garlic. The soft membrane of the dragon's wings began to flap under his hand, until both of the wings were outstretched. The baby silenced its laughter as Edge smirked, the young one's parents watching in horror as obsidian scales began to spread across the king's arms. A hand reached under his chin as Edge forced the young to look into his eyes. One was red, the other blue...

A rather strange combination, even in dragons. Red meant fire, and blue meant water. But both colors represented energy. Even as the mix of shadow and grey dragons were being annihilated by the other hydra, Edge wondered what this child was. His hair was a strange color, unlike anything he had seen in a since... since Ambrosia. Could this be her child? No, he chided, that was impossible. But still... Something about this dragon was... wrong somehow. He was perfect. Gently, Edge began to scratch the quiet younger, causing it to purr in satisfaction. Without warning, he suddenly slashed his hand through the other's skin. scales leaping off his arm to bandage the pink haired dragon's wounds. Soft squeals were drowned out by the screams of the adults. 

"You'll make the perfect knight..." Edge whispered deviously. 

Skylark cried out in pain as he hit the ground, brother in tow. Though the sky looked endless from here, it never changed. It finally dawned on him that they had never gone outside. Relaying the vision for any more details, the grey dragon grabbed Sleipnir by the shoulders and touched their foreheads together, letting his brother recall Daddy's memory. "Do you know what this means, Sleipnir? Well?! Do you?!" He was practically screaming, seemingly caught up in the cryptic vision.