The Hatchling
It was a early morning in November, deep in the Spine a miraculous thing was happening….yet nobody knew….a dragon was hatching, into the world, unknowing, still just starting to breathe it's first breaths of air.
The young hatchling was not supposed to be born on this day, for it didn't have a rider, nobody had touched this egg, but it still hatched, nobody really knows why though.
Cold.
Was the first thing the dragon thought as it came out of it's shell. For the wind whipped the trees branches about and the frost was starting to freeze on the roofs of the villages. The dragon spread it wings and looked about.
Wings.
Was the next thing the dragon thought. Was that it had wings. It stretched them again to check that they really were wings.
Tail….scales….
The baby dragon went about looking at itself. Investigating the tough scales all around it.
Dragon!
This dragon was incredibly intelligent, and guessed it's species. It was correct. The dragon was cold and was wondering where warmth was, near or far?