Brahm's Birthing (Part 1 of 4)

The queen’s massive claws instinctively gripped in and out as each contraction struck her. And then, with what was obviously the hardest to endure, she quivered and fell unconscious. But with this her most strange and yet in a way beautiful egg was lain. It was a relatively small clutch, only seven eggs in total. Six were the normal rough leathery tan, but the largest one was very strange indeed. It had the normal tan background but an occasional black splotch with all the splotches connected by a blackish-green single spider webbing strand. Mentally, Bentha the queen had communicated with all her children except the strangely colored egg. Well, finally the big day had arrived. Among the splintering and crackling of the eggs was a semi-strange occurrence. When the strange egg started to crack it released some thick acidic chlorophyll gas. The dragon that emerged was a dark dusky yet reflective color of the birthing ground’s heated sand. And immediately the little dragon attacked and killed its two largest siblings. Now this was an inherently evil action but since his mother and father were good aligned down many generations. This wasn’t right; this contradicts the famous old sage’s proverb about the bad apple falling farthest from the tree. This apple had fallen right in the midst of everything!