(NOTE: all throughout this story, I will use ' to represent thought since it doesn't look like it auto-italics it.)

Blizzard's IceWing scales glittered in the open moonlight, making her feel a little obvious against the snow, though she didn't know why she felt like that. Her scales were the same light blueish color as the snow, and it shimmered just as her scales did under the light of the moons.

She impatiently watched the egg in front of her, waiting for it's father to show up. It's going to hatch soon, I can feel it, She thought, getting up to pace around the silvery-blue egg. It was hers, but she would love it if her mate, Hail, actually bothered to show up for the dragonet's hatching. Blizzard understood he was one of Queen Glacier's best soldiers, but that didn't mean he had to miss his own son's hatching. But they did have a arranged marriage, since both Hail and Blizzard were of high class and noble heritage.

'Sometimes I wish I didn't obey my queen,' she thought, then immediately regretting it. 'What am I thinking? Hold yourself together, Blizzard. Things like that get you killed, She shivered though she felt quiet warm, or worse, in the Fifth Circle…'

Suddenly a movement came from the egg, and almost on cue, a male IceWing swept across the open plains of snow to stand beside Blizzard.

"Is it hatching yet?" He asked, sounding not the least bit amused, more like he didn't even care if it would ever even scratch the surface of the eggshell.

"Hail, where have you been?" Blizzard asked, sitting back down and examining him.

"Queen Glacier requested something of me," he said simply, almost like he had practiced the line over and over again, the same way that made Blizzard wish she had the heart to see his pale blue blood scattered across the ground near his limp body. "Is serving my queen a problem for you?"

This almost set Blizzard off, but she bite back her strong urge to whack him with her tail. "No, but it would be nice if you seemed to care for your family." She said instead, choosing the words carefully, resisting to include a 'scavengerbrain' at the end.

Hail snorted, looking down at Blizzard. She hated it when he did that, because she felt even smaller compared to him then what she actually was.

They were the same age, but she was still smaller then every other IceWing, even when she was a dragonet. Thus the reason she was on the healing division in the war, instead of being a soldier like everyone else, because she was like a bug who could be stepped on—or how she sees it from her parents, who helped convince Queen Glacier not to make her a soldier, a fragile gem that shouldn't be touched in case it broke.

'Fragile,' Blizzard repeated in her mind like she always did when she thought of it. 'Fragile things don't save lives by the dozen. Fragile things don't—'

There was a movement coming from the egg that stopped Blizzard's train of thought, which soon crashed into the abyss she called her mind.

"It's hatching," she said, realizing how stupid she sounded, as she crouched closer to the egg. "Come on, little guy." She said in a soft voice to the egg. "We aren't going to hurt you, only here to teach you IceWing traditions and rules." Blizzard smiled warmly, lightly scratching at the egg to help the dragonet as she whispered: "We're your parents."

Hail looked at her disapprovingly. "You don't need to hover over it." He said dully, like always. "It doesn't need you trying to help it. If it's a real IceWing, it can find it's way on it's own."

"You really don't know anything about dragonets, do you?" Blizzard asked, annoyed. Hail seemed to think he knew everything way too much for her liking. But nonetheless, she stepped away from the egg, instead swinging her tail back and forth behind her.

"You look as stupid as a scavenger." Hail said coldly. "Stop waging your tail like a dog."

Blizzard ignored him. It was always easier just to ignore him.

A bit later, the dragonet fully emerged from the egg. His scales were pale blue, much like Blizzard's, though he shared his father's always-looks-like-their-slitted blue eyes. Just by looking at him, she knew he would be normal IceWing sized, meaning he will most likely be taller then Blizzard before he was fully grown.

"Come here, you little dragonet." Blizzard said, stepping a little closer, then picking up the dragonet.

She felt a strange tingle when she held him, and she almost dropped him.

"Very well done, Blizzard." Hail said sarcastically. "Dropping a newborn IceWing, where in the world did you learn that wonderful plan?" He laughed a cold, dark laugh for a moment, sending chills down Blizzard's spine. His voice started to get more teasing. "Scavengers? Birds? No, even better, RainWings?"

Blizzard growled, shoving the dragonet into Hail's talons. "You feel him. Doesn't he feel…different?"

Hail seemed to realize it after she mentioned it. "He's an animus."

…

Blizzard carefully lead the newborn dragonet to Queen Glacier's throne, trying to hurry. Not only did she need to make sure his name was suitable, but also to announce the presence of animus blood still existing after everyone thought it was gone after Prince Arctic was killed. She politely excused herself and her dragonet, though she only got cold stares in return.

Soon she got to the throne room doors, and Blizzard knocked quietly. "May I enter?"

"What are you here for?" A voice asked. Not the queen, a guard of the other side of the door.

"There was hatchings due tonight, and those eggs have hatched, and I'd like a private audience with the queen." Blizzard said, trying to stay as calm as possible.

There was a moment of silence.

"You may enter." The voice said as the door opened.

Blizzard guided the dragonet a little ways in, then as the door behind her closed, bowed to her queen.

"What have you decided on, Blizzard of the Second Circle?" Queen Glacier asked.

"Frostbite," Blizzard responded.

The queen studied the dragonet for a little bit, then looked at Blizzard. "Frostbite was an animus centuries ago that gave us the Gift of Light. Why would you want to name this dragonet after her?"

"My queen," Blizzard began, feeling the dragonet's magic and wishing she could tell her this more secretly. "He's…an animus." Blizzard looked up to see the queen's face light up, and she slithered off her throne to look at the dragonet.

A few moments later, Queen Glacier stared in disbelief at the dragonet, which was know playing with a feather that must've drifted in the throne room by the wind from the last feast.

"He is an animus." Queen Glacier gasped. This was one of the only times Blizzard had ever seen her queen amazed at something, and it looked quiet odd. "But they died out years ago when Prince Arctic died…" She looked up a little bit at Blizzard. "His father must've been of royal blood. This changes…a lot…" She went back to her throne, and shook off any sign of being surprised. "Very well, his name is Frostbite."

"Queen Glacier, there's something else."

"What?"

"I am afraid of the animus curse. This will change his future—possibly even all of Pyrrhia. It's a lot of pressure for a young dragonet."

"The animus curse means nothing. We have found a way to prevent it. But there is something I request, in return for bringing animus dragons back into our tribe."

'If they ever left,' Blizzard thought. "Of course, my queen."

"When they become of age, your dragonet and my daughter must marry and fully return animus dragons to the royal family. But that is all."

"Yes, my queen. Anything to please my ancestors, and you."

Then Queen Glacier gestured Blizzard and Frostbite out, and they moved along. Blizzard needed to start planning how to raise an animus, and quickly.