Ruruu

Two dragons had gone about scavenging. In the time of the Arcanist, one could not walk the lands without spotting eggs like poorly hidden Easter treats for children. But where they walked now, was completely devoid of anything reminiscent of the Arcanists efforts to populate his land. A blue-winged dragon trips over something wedged under dead twigs and leaves that once suggested flooding. Upon examination, the dragons who discovered it came to the conslusion that it must have been abandoned. This was far from the unreasonable case. The egg held in their possession was old. Older than the first Imperial dragons, and certainly as old as the land itself. The egg showed no hints of age. A pair of guardians carried the egg to their fledgling clan, so far, only consisting of the two dragons. With love and attention, the egg was quick to hatch, and what came forth from the egg was a vibrant orange Mirror dragon.