The dragons lived in a colossal cavern. Stalactites clung to the ceiling, a clear river flowed through it, and bioluminescent crystals studded the walls, showering the cavern with neon light. On a tall ledge stood Crystal Palace for the Dragon Queen, Arielle. They ate crystals that made their breath glow. 
Moonsong, a dragonet of inky scales dotted with silver, dreamed of a different future for her tribe. Her sharply curled horns, common to all dragons, were tipped with a twist of silver glitter. Dragons were taught the cavern is the whole world, while she believed the world was more than the cavern. 
After a long day of playing with her dragonet friends, she curled up in a dark corner and had a weird dream. 
There was a distant rumbling. It grew into a huge roar as stalactites fell. Hot magma exploded into the cavern, burning their scales. Moonsong roared, her glowing breath shimmering. 
  Dragons shrieked in pain. Steam clouded the air. Moonsong was momentarily blinded when she tried to take flight, but a falling stalactite knocked her down.  
Suddenly, they were swept into a lahar of mud and ice from the mountain. Dragons drowned. Few made it to the air, and all had boils and blisters. 
A sweaty Moonsong sat up quickly. Her mind wasn't foggy like it was in dreams. She was sure it was a vision. Visions were only triggered when a dragon is going to take bold actions. It had never happened to a dragonet before. 
Moonsong descended to the Crystal Palace to share her vision with Arielle. A dragon with icy blue scales and muscular legs blocked the entrance, lashing his tail. "Who are you and what do you want?" he barked. 
"I'm Moonsong, and I'm here to share a vision I had with the queen." 
The guard scoffed. "Don't waste your time. Dragonets' visions are always dreams."  
"Iceclaw, who do you have there?" a loud female voice rang behind the guard. Arielle stepped out from behind Iceclaw. 
She had sunshine scales with wings lined with amber crystals. A crystal tiara, shining with rainbow jewels, rested atop her head.  
"A dragonet named Moonsong, Your Majesty." Iceclaw answered, bowing his head respectfully. Moonsong imitated his position. 
"Your Majesty, I have an urgent vision to share with you." 
Arielle sighed. "That's impossible. Only adult dragons may have visions. I've already had too many false alarms." 
"Your Majesty, just because it never happened doesn't mean it can't." 
"We'll see about that," she said coolly. "Go on." 
"There was loud rumbling. I saw hot magma exploding into the cavern. It became a burning lahar. I can't see because of the steam. Few made it out. This disaster is fatal." 
"Dreams were the only thing dragonets brought to me. I have no time for fairy tales, not today, not ever."  
She turned around and beckoned to Iceclaw.  
Moonsong was about to protest, but a gentle nuzzle on her shoulder stopped her. She saw two indigo dragons beside her. One had a thick tail full of muscles. The other had silver eyes and claws.  
They introduced themselves as Strongtail and Sterling, and said they too had the vision. They settled down in a corner to discuss next steps. 
"Let's find evacuation routes," Sterling suggested. "The river must lead somewhere." 
"I'll go. My tail can beat the current on the return trip," said Strongtail. Everyone agreed, and Strongtail was off. 
"Sterling, we also need to look for evidence about the explosion to warn the tribe," Moonsong decided. 
They went around the cavern, looking for anything unusual. They inspected every clawstep of the area. As every second ticked by, Moonsong got more anxious. 
She heard a small rumbling deep within the ground. Sterling found a vent blasting humid air. She choked, convinced it was volcanic gas.  
They then raced to the Crystal Palace. "Your Majesty, we have proof of the upcoming disaster!" Sterling shouted. 
"It had better be convincing." Arielle growled before them, her eyes flashing and her tail lashing. She was flanked by Iceclaw who had a masked expression. 
With her snout lifted haughtily, Sterling led them to the vent. Iceclaw sniffed it, then recoiled in disgust. Sterling explained it was volcanic gas, dangerous to breathe in. She was a naturally smart dragon.  
When they heard the rumbling, Moonsong convinced Arielle that the sound wasn't a coincidence. Arielle saw the logic to it, nodded wisely, and flew to the ledge supporting the palace. 
"All dragons assemble for an announcement," Arielle yowled. She motioned for the dragonets to come closer. "Fellow dragons, some dragonets had a vision warning us that a disaster is on the way. What do we do, dragonets?" 
"We are going to evacuate," Moonsong declared. 
"There is nothing beyond the cavern, silly dragonets!" a ruby dragon below caterwauled. 
"Then where did the river come from?" Sterling challenged.  
"From the start of the world! Duh." 
"Silence!" Arielle hissed with a voice full of venom. 
A splash suddenly echoed through the cave, and Strongtail landed, wings dripping, eyes wide. Everyone turned their head to her. "I found it. A new world." As she tried to catch her breath, Sterling smirked triumphantly. 
"The river froze into a sheet of ice and I could see a freezing white landscape. But during the explosion it will be hot anyway, so don't worry. It's a new world alright." Strongtail said, full of excitement. "Come on!" 
"Why should we trust her?" the ruby dragon hissed. "No dragonet had ever been helpful, not until they became adults." 
"Hey!" Sterling protested. Moonsong snarled, while Strongtail prepared to attack.  
"Stop!" Moonsong screamed. "Focus on the evacuation." 
As Strongtail paused, a sudden roar shook the ground. Stalactites whizzed down. Crystals freed themselves from the walls. Dragons panicked.  
"No time! Follow the river!" Strongtail cried.  
Moments later, the cavern got flooded with magma. All the dragons dashed to the bank and dove into the river, swimming furiously. The molten lava pursued them, hot on their heels. As soon as it touched the river, it turned to toxic steam laced with obsidian shards.  
Moonsong dove last. Poison gas wafted past her snout. She didn't dare inhale. Her eyes watered. Splinters sliced at her scales. Her nerves screamed. Blood dripped from several cuts. Heat attacked her tail fiercely. She burst out of the river, beating her wings hard in the frigid air. She got her first glimpse of the sky, fascinatingly gray and swirled with snow. A cold gust whipped by as she flew as fast as she could to catch up with the tribe. Snow pierced her scales. The air was thin and hard to breathe in. 
"Fly down!" Sterling shrieked. They swooped down the towering slopes of the mountain with Arielle at the lead, a hot lahar below them heating up the dragons. Soon, they landed on the snowy ground, and took a short rest. 
"Let's fly that way," Strongtail said, pointing north. After days of flying, they reached a warm and sunny field. Bright rainbow flowers dotted the field. An emerald green forest lurked in the distance. The scent of lavender and honey swirled around their nostrils. The sky was different, now blue with a blinding white sphere and puffy cream stuff. Arielle approached the three dragonets. 
"I owe you more than gratitude. I owe you an apology. When you came to me, I laughed at your vision. I called it a dream. My pride blinded me. Because of it, I nearly led our tribe to extinction. 
"You three saved us, not with royal decree, but with courage, teamwork, and wisdom only some have. I dismissed you. I turned my back to you. But still, you fought for us. For that, I ask for your forgiveness." 
"I forgive you," Moonsong said softly. "But promise me this—never ignore the voices of dragonets again." The other two echoed her words.  
Arielle nodded solemnly. "That is a promise I will keep." 
Ever since the escape, dragons have honored the group of dragonets. They thanked them for their bravery, teamwork, and smarts. It was all because of those dragonets that the dragon population still existed. With humble wings and sharp minds, they ruled the sky.