Valka turned when she heard her older brother's voice. "Sister!" She turned to see a brown-haired man run up to her, his three-week old baby in his arms.
"Ulv!" She rushed towards her brother and nephew. Suddenly, a stray arrow struck him , downing father and son. She cradled her older brother's head as he pushed the infant close to her.
'Here, t- take- Kampen. Pro- protect.." That was the last word that left her brother's mouth. She scooped the baby out of her brother's now lifeless grip, and fled away from the dragon raid, towards the safety of home.
Three weeks later, a black dragon hatchling just three days old open its eyes, reviling a pair of emerald green irises.