Prologue
Everything was dark. It was warm, soothing even, yet pitch black. She breathed in a shuddering breath and shuffled, yet stopped when she felt something hard enclosed all around her; trapping her as if in a cage. She opened an eye which was closed quickly as she felt that warm sticky feeling press around and blur her vision. Where was she? Shuffling again, she decided to hit the thing keeping her from running free.
She moved her small arm back as far as it could without bumping into her tail, she smacked the wall. Crack. She had broken it. She did it again; crack. The warm feeling had gone away now, but only where the right portion of her body was. She tried shuffling again, and it worked. Her right foot fell out somewhere and her entire body rolled backwards. In one terrifying moment, she thought she had rolled off something very high up.
For a split second, she thought she landed without breaking anything, but then one shattering sound later, the cold air had encased her and all she wanted to do was crawl back in the warmth. She thought about it; opening her eyes that is, and decided she didn't want to keep her eyes closed forever. It was very dark where she was. Other than some very cold pale indigo fluff on all the plants and the silver moon beams, it was pretty dark.
A soft click, click, click, like a piece of stone on thin ice, sounded behind her. Slowly standing and turning around, the sound stopped. Her eyes fell on a full grown NightWing. The dragon's eyes where a piercing light blue and he scales where a beautiful glossy purplish blue color with a hint of black. She had one silver scale at the edge of both eyes and from what it seemed, at the bottom underside of her wings, was where a beautiful red-orange color began.
She looked at her with pride, love, and most importantly….guilt? "Oh you're perfect my darling….. my little star. Yes…..Star…. perfect!" She said. She opened one wing, where any dragon could see the red orange color at the bottom and work its way up, fading to black as it neared the top….like a sunset. The scattered silver scales made the effect even better.
The little dragonet put one talon forwards, and slowly walked to her mother's wing. They turned away from the small snowy forest and back into the cave where her sister's unhatched egg still lay, guarded by a strong SkyWing, that was greeted by his first born daughter as she walked through the cave's mouth.