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Ravine waited there while Summit recovered, she knew this could take a few minutes. Finally, Summit was able to release his injury, but he was still greatly uncomfortable. Em helped him to his talons.

"I know how to get the eggs out of here," Ravine said evenly, "are you ready, or do you need a few more minutes."

"No, I'm ready," Summit took a step forward, the movement suddenly causing a new jolt of pain to shoot through him. "Yeah, I need a few more minutes," he whimpered pitifully, folding back in on himself.

While Summit continued to tend to his injury, Ravine could do nothing but just stand there waiting.

"So a tribe of dragons is about to ruthlessly eat the entire next generation of young in Pyrrhia, and you two are just sitting in your room acting out your Honeymoon?"

Summit went red, "We were prisoners."

Ravine gave a nod, not bothering to hide the amusement on her face, "Yes, a perfectly normal response to finding yourself held captive with a cute girl."

"It's also our wedding night," Embryo added, probably unhelpfully.

"Of course," Ravine responded satirically.

In truth, she thought these two were cute together, she couldn't think of a more fitting couple if she tried. Of course, they had hardly been acquaintances very long - Ravine couldn't believe the Queen had made them get married like that - but looking at the two of them together, she figured there were worse fates they could be given.

Still, Ravine looked at Em cautiously, not sure how an OmeletWing, even a gentle one like her, would feel about the plan to save the eggs. She was sure they could leave her behind in the room, but Ravine didn't want to lock her back up if not need be.

But Em seemed to detect what she was thinking, because - with a talon still gently on Summit's back - she took a step forward. "Listen, I want to help," she said, "what my tribe is doing to you guys, it's not fair, I know how you dragons feel about your eggs, and our way of life, I know it's not for you. Or your eggs."

Em felt a talon of guilt inside her, everybody in her village had loved and cared for her like family, and now she was having to go against everything they believed like she was their enemy. But she knew she couldn't let this happen, she knew she had to save these other families, even if it meant betraying her own.

Summit finally straightened back up shakily, "Okay, I'm ready. I hope." Again, he took a cautious step forward and winced, "I can do this, I can..." He took a deep breath, his eyes watering, "Let's do this." Oh how much he wanted to die.

Summit and Em followed Ravine down the hallways toward the kitchen. As they did so, Em couldn't stop thinking about hers and Summit's night together. What was that, how could it have been so... It was too much to put into words.

But then she realized something, she felt content in herself. She couldn't speak for every dragon, but looking at Summit, she almost felt something special about being female, weirdness and all. She liked her body, she liked sharing it with Summit - she liked the blushiness, the weirdness she felt in herself that came with thinking about how she was a girl - she wanted to like living with it... Just why did living in her body have to bring her so much pain?

But still, this was something. That Summit and her were so different. Every step she took, as her legs moved against eachother, the feeling of herself was distinctly female. Once again she marveled at how - as close as they two were in spirit - how something as simple as a walk could make it such a mystery on what it must be like to be Summit. How must it feel for Summit to take every step as male?

She looked back. Summit limped behind the two girls trying not to whimper each time he took a step as his leg rubbed against himself. Obviously the distinct feeling of his own walk wasn't at its greatest right now. "It hurts," he said, feeling bad for slowing them down, but not being able to help himself.

Em took a step back to nuzzle him affectionately. "I know sweetyoke, I know." Wait, when did she start calling him "sweetyoke"? She didn't know but it felt right.

"Maybe next time try to go a little softer," Summit suggested.

"Next time?" Em said, stopping in her step.

Ravine rolled her eyes, but secretly she was amused. Young couples these days.

But though Summit was suffering greatly, he had never felt lighter. Em had been through so much, but tonight he had made her happy.

But now, it seemed even more than that, now she almost seemed to be in love with herself the same way he was now, girly weirdness and all. And seeing her see herself this way was probably the absolute most adorable thing he could've imagined that it made him blush. He loved seeing Em love herself... Wait, was that weird? He'd have to ask her later, he supposed, when they had more time.

After a few turns, Summit began to adjust to the movement of his legs and walk with a bit more confidence. Ravine seemed to notice this and picked up pace, nodding for them to follow.

Em watched Ravine as she walked, she seemed so comfortable in her own body. Perhaps all dragons became that way as they got older. But Em was beginning to like feeling weird in herself. Perhaps Ravine had learned balance that feeling of weirdness to all the right times that when it came down to it, it didn't take her down in life when she didn't need it. Perhaps she had learned that her body was meant for more than just Omelets (Even if Omelets were still delicious, Em realized. Perhaps there were some things about herself that would never change, even if she couldn't continue to go about it the same way). Em didn't think she would be able to tone down her own feeling of weirdness right now though, not so soon after that first night with Summit. Em just hoped her and Summit would be able to focus on what they needed to do right now, because right now, thinking of Summit felt so hot; thinking of how hot she was to him... She could barely focus. I am absolutely crazy!

But that's what made Summit so special, though he couldn't help but be attracted by Em's physical self, he had still seen more to her than that. Perhaps that's where the OmeletWings had got it wrong, perhaps _this_was how girls like her were supposed to be seen, pretty of course - even she couldn't deny that - but as her own individual self first and foremost. One could be appreciate for their beauty, while still being valued for their individual Soul. Of course Em still loved omelets, but wasn't there a way to find a balance between that attraction to what was on the outside, and that which was deeper on the inside. (Well technically, eggs started out on the inside too - Em furrowed her brow - perhaps she meant the part of oneself that was deeper inside than merely the physical, or maybe that value inside included the dragonet in that egg? No, she was getting mixed up, although she thought there might be some truth to that, that's probably not what was meant by "inner beauty").

If there was a balance to be found though, she'd have to find it soon, before these thoughts became too distracting, and her and Summit would have to rush into a kitchen cupboard somewhere, completely throwing off their heist (that thought sounded too fun for Em's own good). Oh, why did this heist have to be so close to their first night married?

Breathe, just breathe, Em thought, feeling the floor with her talons. Ravine looked at her, an expression on her face like she knew what she was thinking. Em shifted her talons. Such weird thoughts, how could she be having them right now? She wondered if Summit was suffering the any of these same thoughts as her.

Marriage. So awkward.

Finally, they reached the kitchen. There seemed to be no guards present; this area must not be heavily guarded - either that, or all the guards had been posted to deal with the angry dragon conflict outside instead, not caring to think that the greatest threat to their feast may not be coming from there, but actually on the inside. Ravine reached for the door, opened it, and cautiously, they stepped in. Em could still smell the remnants of last night's shift in the air, (and she had to admit it did smell a bit delicious), but the air felt calm, the stoves and ovens all dead for the night. At first, all seemed quiet, but then there was the sudden sound of talons scraping along the floor.

Ravine motioned for them to follow, and they quietly followed her down the stairs from the balcony and into the kitchen.

As they neared the vault, they could hear the sound of a voice. They rounded the corner, and there Queen Omelet stood in the entrance to the vault, her two very special eggs sitting in front of her, talking to them soothingly.

"...Just wait my darlings, when the world tastes your deliciousness tomorrow, they'll understand, they'll understand how special you really are." Then, the Queen stroked the eggs affectionately and stepped away, "I know you'll make your Layer proud."

A tear rolled down her face.

Ravine couldn't believe it, the way Queen Omelet was talking to the eggs was almost motherlike, as if some deep instinct inside was causing her to care for them - that hidden behind the love she felt for the omelet, there was also buried the love of a mother, even if she did not know it herself.

Then without another word the Queen closed the vault, and turned and left, her eggs still sitting inside the vault, right at the front, a symbol of pride to lead the coming feast.

Ravine, Summit, and Em slipped behind some shelves as she passed, and without noticing anything amiss, she left the kitchen with no further incident.

When she had gone, Ravine, Summit, and Em crept over to the vault, and grabbing the handle, Ravine flung it open.

And there they could see the full scope of the egg theft, thousands and thousands of them, from all tribes near and far. Thousands of layings; thousands of dragons, all female, who had suffered so horribly to bring them forth.

The memories of the screams of every dragon Em had ever heard laying once again rang through her head. As Em looked at all the eggs, she was once again reminded of the pain, the sheer horror of knowing what it felt like for that pain to be inflicting your own body. This past night, Em had once again begun to find peace with her body after her laying, even begun to enjoy it, she was almost glad to be female right now. But if she had known what it would feel like to share this relationship with Summit back when she was laying, would it have been enough to help her see through it. Her stomach twisted as she remembered the pain, and she realized with certainty, that the Em that had went through that would have still wished for death, for anything for it to be over, even knowing how her time with Summit had been tonight, it would never have been enough. Her time with Summit may have been wonderful, but back then, she would have still given that future up entirely if she could have only spared herself another moment of that agony. Everything she would go on to feel since then didn't matter one bit to that Em from the past who had been screaming so desperately for mercy. How could she ever be truly content in her life if the only way to get to this present had been to go through something that no contentment could be found in any possibility of a future where she had to live to endure even one more second of that pain?

Em looked at her talons. But that was the past, right? She had made it through whether she had wanted to or not. It was over, irrelevant.

Summit looked at Em, saw the painful memories written on her face. The pain of knowing she would never be able to look at an egg again without remembering what it felt like to lay one. "Em?" He said, gently laying a talon on her shoulder. "It's... I'm sorry."

Em looked at Summit. The question was, was this all worth it to the Em who stood here now, everything since her laying, had she made the best of it? Of course the Em who was laying could never bear the thought of going on, if even to see a better future down the line, but could Em now? Could the Em who existed now see a future worth living for? A future with Summit; a future she could love? The unspeakable had happened, and she couldn't trade it in, she could only make do with the life she had before her right now.

She took a breath, tried to get her mind together. Focus on the now. It was hard because she knew that the now couldn't always be tolerable, but this now was, so she had to make do right now.

Seeing that Em had started to calm down, Summit nodded at her gently, and turned his attention back to the other problem at talon, just how daunting the task ahead of them was going to be. "Okay, let's get started."

So the three of them started to gather up eggs. Ravine showed them where the chute was that led out to the Breakfast Pavilion. When she opened it, Summit looked inside.

"Won't the drop hurt the dragonets inside the eggs?" He asked concerned.

Em shook her head, "The chute is designed to deliver the eggs to the Pavilion without making a mess of them, they might get a bit dizzy, but they should be alright." Hopefully, Em couldn't help but add to herself.

So cautiously, Summit took his load of eggs, and sent them down the chute.

From there, the eggs roled down the chute, out across the aqueducts, and gently out into the Breakfast Pavilion where Warbler and the other dragons were waiting.

Warbler turned to the protestors, "See? What did I tell you, Ravine has come through? Now let's get these eggs as far away from here as possible. Come on, let's move."

And so the rescue began in full force, Summit, Ravine, and Em unloading eggs into the chute, and the rest of the dragons of Pyrrhia carrying them to safety.

"No, I don't care whose egg that is," Warbler said, "we'll have time to sort through them later!"

As she worked, Em couldn't help but feel that awkward old OmeletWing instinct rising up in her every once in awhile. These eggs did_look delicious, she could see why the OmeletWings had been tempted. But no, that was not what these eggs were about, they were about the dragonets growing inside. _Sorry everyone, but I have to do this. So as quickly as they came, Em pushed those thoughts down.

Em was gathering another load of eggs when she stopped, noticing one that was sitting in the doorway untouched.

"Em, are you okay?" Summit asked.

Em put down her load and walked over to it. Summit went over to it and picked it up.

"Em, I meant to give it back to you, we needed it to get in..."

Summit handed the egg to Em, and she looked at, her face relaxing.

"You kept my egg."

Summit looked at her. "Of course, I didn't want to eat it." He shuddered at the thought, "I mean, I know this one wasn't one of ours, and there's no dragonet inside, but..." When he ate bird eggs, they were just eggs, but this had come from his girlfriend- his wife now - just the thought of how... it was too... "I know you wanted to give it to me, but I think you should keep it. I mean, if the memories aren't too... It just feels too... It doesn't feel like me- Not that you aren't... I mean, you're still important... You mean a lot to me, but... I mean you do..." This wasn't going anywhere good.

But Em took it gratefully. She looked at Summit, as if seeing her egg had brought some sort of resolve - that this egg could exist outside of her pain, and it was hers. Perhaps it was just motherly instincts, but maybe she could begin to understand what it must feel like for a dragon to love her egg.

She looked at Summit. "Thank you."

They looked at eachother a moment, then suddenly Summit stopped. "Sorry, here, you might want this." He pulled the game bag off his shoulders and handed it to her as well, "to carry it."

Em smiled, and Summit smiled back; Em gave a slight laugh, her eyes watery, "I still have to give you something nice." Then Em put the egg in the bag and they continued on with their task.

After that, working with all these eggs actually began to feel kind of soothing, as with her egg, these egg were a reminder that these things could exist beyond the initial pain that they could bring, that these eggs that were sitting here in their silence right now were just that, eggs, the pain that they had been a part of was long over. Each and every one of them had something precious inside (or nearly all of them, Em realized, hers was sadly an exception), dragons from all over the continent had come to save that preciousness, these eggs were no longer a symbol of pain, but a symbol of love.

And in all of it, Em just enjoyed working side by side with Summit. She didn't know if she'd ever want to lay another egg, but if she did, she knew that too would be created out of their love for eachother. (In fact, perhaps it had already been put into action for all she knew.)

Summit and Em exchanged a glance and smiled at eachother.

Ravine caught their expression and sighed deeply, she didn't know if it was her place, but she felt it needed to be said. "You know, you're still young. I know you love eachother, I don't doubt that, and I don't want you to either, but you got many more years together ahead of you than you got behind you. Don't worry about spending all your lovey-dovey moments now, you'll have to learn to live with eachother's flaws as well." She looked at them, their expressions confused as they thought about what she'd said, she wasn't sure if she herself had said it right, "But don't worry, I believe you'll do fine, you started quicker than most but that doesn't mean you love eachother any less than anyone else, it just means you weren't given as much of a chance to be uncertain, to see how far you're willing to go. But looking at you two, the lengths you continue to go through to support eachother, I believe your love is real."

As Em continued to work, she thought about what Ravine had said awhile. Somehow in such a short of time, her and Summit had grown closer than she could've ever thought possible, but yet she knew that their bond was one that could not easily be broken. She didn't know what she did to deserve this relationship with Summit, but somehow, he didn't seem to care, who she was was who he loved, and that wasn't going to change.

Finally, "Summit," she said slowly, "I know you love me, and... I still don't know if I believe I'm worth as much as you think I am... But I know now that you've never seen me for anything I'm not. So if you see me for who I am and you still believe I'm worth as much as you do, then maybe... maybe you know what you're talking about, and I just want to say... thank you."

Summit sighed, "I know I haven't been able to explain it well all the time, I don't even know if I fully understand it myself, but there_is_ something special about you, just being you and all. I wouldn't trade it for anyone else."

Em also wondered if maybe she had shown Summit the same level of unconditional love as he'd shown her. He'd gone to such lengths to support her, she wondered if she had even had much chance to show him the same kind of love in return. Had she truly appreciated him for everything he was, or did she just feel the way she did about him because of how he made her feel about herself. If so, she'd have to work on that.

_Outside of me, who is Summit, and why do I love him for that?_She thought a moment. He was the gentleness in his smile, the sincerity when spoke, even the awkwardness as he tried to be helpful and it came off wrong; his attempts to make it right, his determination to see her as who she was and not just some pretty girl; maybe he was somewhat of a goofball, but in all of it, it was all him...

But even more than that, he was him, in that special, unexplainable way that no other dragon could be, because even if all of that changed, that spark inside him that made him him would never change. And finally, Em began to understand what Summit saw in her, because she could also see it in him... His life... His Soul.

As they gathered the eggs, Em continued to think these thoughts about Summit, and she couldn't help but feel a smile rising on her face. Yes, she really did love him. He wasn't perfect, but he was Summit, and that's all that mattered to her. And if she could feel this way about Summit, perhaps she didn't need to doubt what he felt about her.

And they continued to unload, egg after egg, down the chute and to the Pavilion. As the night wore on, the amount of eggs in the vault depleted, and it began to look hopeful that this operation would be a success.

Even having found peace with herself, it was impossible for Em to see so many eggs left and right without having a sense of some of that girly weirdness returning, though perhaps in a more positive light, and she couldn't help but make a remark about it to her husband.

"If you think about it, if you take away the pain aspect, don't you think laying an egg is sort of ridiculous?"

"I try not to think about that," Summit said, too awkward by the question to acknowledge what the answer must be, "I can't think about that when you're in pain like that."

"But if I wasn't. I mean you saw how it's done," Em blushed, "You have to agree it's probably the most ridiculous thing in the world? It's just so weird to think that I have... well you know about girls."

"Well, I uh..." Summit turned red. Suddenly he grabbed his mouth with his talons to hold it in, but he could no longer hide how much crushiness this whole conversation gave him.

That was enough for Em. She tittered pitifully as she tried to hold back her own onslaught of giggles, it was too adorable that her girl self could be so funny that it could make Summit blush like this.

"Okay, focus," Ravine urged, "We can't afford any outburst right now, you can kiss and giggle all you want when this is over."

"It's not our fault girls are weird," Em managed weakly.

"But you're the one who keeps reminding me," Summit replied with great redness.

"I think I like it when you're reminded," Em blushed back, feeling that sense of feel good self-consciousness inside her that came with Summit seeing her this way.

Summit only blushed harder, which made Em blush even more, which in turn made Summit blush more, and the two of them could no longer hold it, they grabbed their mouths and collapsed to the floor hysterically, suffering as they struggled to hold in their roars of laughter.

Ravine rolled her eyes, hiding her amusement. These two lovebirds were sure to get them caught. But then she remembered how she had felt when she had met her first boy. That sobered her up.

And then, it was at that moment she felt it, the disturbance in her stomach, the prelude to the contractions she knew were now just minutes away. The egg that had been building up inside was here, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

"Guys, stop." She said, holding up a talon.

Em and Summit stopped rolling and turned to look at her, noticing the seriousness in her voice.

"Is there a problem?" Em asked.

Ravine took a breath, "I'm about to... I'm about to lay an egg. I thought I could hold it, but I can't."

In an instant, all humor was lost as the full realness of the situation hit them.

Summit looked away, his face flushing with anxiety. Slowly he took a step away. "I'm sorry, I can't do this," he said, "Being there while Em did hers was one thing, but I'm sorry Ravine, you? I can't see you go through that." He looked at Ravine and Embryo, realizing that did not sound like he wanted, "I mean, it's not that I mind seeing you in pain- I mean, I don't want to see anyone in pain, but I'd rather see you in pain than Em..." wow, he was really messing this up, he looked at Ravine, "no offense."

"None taken," Ravine said as she winced through the growing tightness in her stomach.

"What I mean," Summit continued, trying to regain his composure, "is that I can't see you like I do Em... Like a girl... I mean of course you are a girl, but... I can't see you like that, not like a... You know." He glanced at Em and couldn't hide the anxious blush, "It just wouldn't feel..."

"I'll help Ravine," Embryo said, taking over for Summit's thoughts "You take care of the rest of the Eggs."

Summit nodded, feeling regretful, but he knew there was no time to focus on that, he had a job to do.

So Em led Ravine away to find a quite area - a closet maybe? She understood why Summit couldn't be here, how much Summit was trying to respect his relationship with her. Em really didn't want to witness this either, it was causing all her nightmares to rise once again to the surface, but she couldn't tell Summit that right now, he would feel so bad for putting her onto this, and right now he needed to focus on saving the eggs. She on the other talon knew what Ravine was going to go through first hand, she was the best one for this. Em took a deep breath, focusing herself in her surroundings, in the kitchen that existed around, on Ravine standing beside her. She could do this.

Finally Em found a quiet closet with not much going on, and moved a mop and a couple of dishes so they wouldn't risk falling over and clattering to the floor and making a bunch of noise. It wasn't ideal, but it was more comfortable than being out there wide in the open. So all situated, she turned around and closed the door behind her and Ravine, hoping that would hold in most unwanted sounds. (When she'd thought she might need to find a cupboard to spend some time in tonight, this was not at all what she'd had in mind.)

"How are you doing?" Em asked, turning back to look at Ravine. She knew the question in and of itself had to be ridiculous - there was no way Ravine could be doing any good right now - but what do you say to one you know is about to suffer more pain than you can speak of?

Ravine gave a weak chuckle, "It'd be nice if these eggs could actually come at convenient times," Unfortunately for us, we're like chickens, so that's not happening anytime soon.

Apparently she hadn't reached the worst of it yet, but Em could still see the strain on her face.

"You know what you're about to go through, don't you?"

The lightness dropped from Ravine's face and she nodded grimly. "Em, you're going to have to keep me from screaming, I know I can't do it on my own."

Em nodded.

And right as she did, Ravine's eyes went urgent, "Now Em! Now!"

Ravine clamped her own talons to her mouth, trying to hold in a scream, but it was no success. Em reached her and clamped her own talons around Ravine's mouth right before it was too late, and held on tight as Ravine's arms went flailing. Ravine's muffled screams reverberated in her throat, Ravine thrashed and writhed, trying to jerk away from Em's grasp, desperate for to scream out her agony as if her very life depended on in. Em struggled to hold on.

Em could see the pain in Ravine's eyes, feel the tears in her own, "I'm sorry, I have to do this."

Ravine threw her head back, a guttural wail rose in her throat, no way to escape. Em could see the tears welling in Ravine's eyes, as with every dragon ever, all she wanted during laying was relief, and Em couldn't give it to her.

Just a few minutes ago, Em had even been laughing about this whole egg laying thing, she had been so caught up in her relationship with Summit, that she'd been able to focus on what was good about being a girl for once and forget some of the bad, but now watching Ravine, it was all coming back. In truth, her laying had begun to feel so distant, she could almost begin to pass it off as nothing more than just a bad dream, something that may have happened but that maybe it hadn't really happened as she remembered - something that didn't have to be remembered. She had been able to forget those memories that had been reignited upon seeing the storeroom of eggs in the kitchen, but those had just been memories, nothing more, how could she forget now when she saw that very pain in Ravine's eyes right now, the pain that was part of every laying. Actually seeing such a strong dragon as Ravine trying not to scream in such agony right here in front of her brought it back in full perspective just how horrific the experience really was, that if Ravine was unable to handle it, how much worse it has to have been on a hypersensitive dragon like herself. In these past few days Em had become so disconnected from her past self, she couldn't even comprehend how that dragon who had felt so much pain had once been her, perhaps that meant it was time to let that past-self rest, fade into history, but if only she could if she didn't know that egg laying wasn't just the past, but part of the future as well for every girl dragon like her ever.

This isn't the time to dwell on my future, she reminded herself, or forget the past, it's time to focus on Ravine and the pain *she* is feeling right now.

Em put a talon gently on Ravine, "I'm sorry," she said again, she knew it did nothing to help, but she didn't know what else to say.

Summit meanwhile continued to unload the eggs, sending them down the chute one after another with renewed pace. They had been working for nearly the whole night and dawn couldn't be far off. He looked at the quickly depleting supply of eggs and felt if they just had a few more minutes, they could make it. But how much longer would Em be able to keep Ravine at bay? He remembered how Em had acted when she laid, and the thought of having to force another to hold it in was just unimaginable. He felt terrible for leaving Em with that horrible task, but he just couldn't imagine forcing himself to look at Ravine that way. Em had been through so much, yet she'd still been willing to aid Ravine when she'd known how many memories it'd bring back to her. He counseled himself that there was his own task that needed to be finished, and he put his attention on that.

Summit was almost done with the eggs, just a few more to go, he could hear the thrashing in the closet, the struggle of Em trying to hold on to Ravine. Just these few more...

And then, with a sigh of relief, he was done, the last of the stolen eggs was rolling down the chute.

But then he looked back, two last eggs... Queen Omelet's.

Should he do it?

He had come here to save the eggs of the other tribes, these were the Queen's eggs, those from her own tribe, they weren't his to save.

But then he thought of the dragonets inside, maybe even about to hatch, and he just couldn't...

Unfortunately, in the closet, Em was struggling to hang on, Ravine's thrashing was getting more frantic. Suddenly, Ravine's claws were out, and Em gave a yelp as sharp claws marked her face. Em lost her grip, and in that moment had that happened then a bloodcurdling scream erupted from Ravine's throat; All went still as Ravine's agonized wail rang through the castle.

Moments later, Queen Omelet and her guards burst into the kitchen.

"What in the zygote was that!?" Queen Omelet demanded as they made their way to the source of the noise.

"It sounded like a dragon laying an Egg, your Eggmajesty," one guard said.

"What would they be doing down here?" The Queen questioned. "And wait, how can you tell?"

"All dragons sound like that when laying, your Eggmajesty."

"I don't sound like that!" The Queen exclaimed indignantly.

"Well of course not, you have a muzzle - a nice one I must add - and your interpreter sounds lovely," the Guard replied.

"Why thank you," replied the Queen flattered, "I chose her myself."

But their conversation was interrupted as they rounded the corner.

Queen Omelet gasped.

They had arrived just in time to see Summit unloading the last of the Queen's eggs down the chute.

Oh the HORROR! She could see their feast - their culture - unraveling before her very eyes. Queen Omelet screamed, a scream rivaling that of a dragon in labor. "GUARDS!" She screamed, "GUARDS! THEY'RE GETTING AWAY WITH THE EGGS!"

The castle suddenly erupted into an uproar! Every guard was on alert! They looked out windows, dragons of other tribes were scattering in every which direction with their Grand Feast!

It only took moments for them to organize themselves, gather into groups. They were off, only one goal in mind, to round up as many dragons escaping with their Eggs as they could. They were furious, and they were not to be messed with.

Meanwhile, Queen Omelet was pounding Summit to the floor, standing over him, screaming in his face, "How dare you!" she wailed, "How DARE YOU!" tears of horror and emotion pouring down her face, "I let you marry one of our finest dragons, and this is how you repay us?" She didn't even hate him, it just hurt her so much to see such a fine young dragon so twisted up by the ways of the outside world that he would do something like this.

"Your Eggmajesty?"

The Queen turned around to see her guard leading Em and a very exhausted Ravine to the center of the scene. Ravine was carrying a freshly laid egg, and she was still breathing hard in recovery.

"You!" the Queen growled.

The King Chef had joined them by this point and was looking at Ravine with shock and betrayal. "You?" He said, "You did this?"

Even through her exhaust, Ravine looked at him defiantly. "Those eggs are our children, and we will never let your tribe take them away from us."

A look of hurt entered the Kings Chef's eyes. "I thought you were here because you truly believed in what our culture stood for, but all this time you were plotting behind our tails to tear down everything we believe in. I never knew a dragon could be so evil."

Ravine had thought she was ready for whatever these OmeletWings could throw at them, but at these words, she was taken aback. Evil. How many times had Ravine thought those very words about these OmeletWings that stood before them right now?

"Guards," declared the Queen, "Escort these dragons to the Pavilion. We're going to do what we can to salvage this feast. We are going to do what we set out to do. It is time for these dragons to finally understand the beauty of the Omelet."