I walk through the clouds of green and white. I do hear a word for these things: bushes.

I have thought these were supposed to be green. But they're covered in something cold and white. Once it's warm enough, the white stuff turns clear and damp, somewhat runny. I don't know why that happens, but I hope I will further understand this strange world I live in.

I hear something moving in these bushes. I turn to where the strange sound comes from, watching a large, lumpy, bulky creature walk out of them. It has small and flat extensions coming out of its sides, like I do. It has a big mouth and long, sharp teeth.

"Hello there, little guy." says the creature, clearly a female, "What are you doing here? Where's your mommy?"

I fight the tears that form in my eyes, looking to the ground, "I don't know."

The creature steps closer, "What's your name?"

"My what?"

"Your name. It's what we call each other. Here's an example: my name is Blugmay. What is your name?"

"I... I..."

I close my eyes and try to remember. But I can't. I've spent so little time with Mother. The only thing she's ever called me is "my child." But I don't think that's a name.

Ugh. Why can't I remember anything?

"I don't think I have a name."

Blugmay scratches her ear with her hind leg, "Do you know anything your mother would call to you by?"

"No...?"

"Blugmay!" yells a deep male voice. Another creature, like Blugmay but larger, emerges from the bushes, "Why are you talking to this thing?"

Blugmay rolls her eyes as she turns to the creature, "Try to have a little compassion, Raketooth. He's lost. He doesn't even know his own name."

Raketooth growls at me, sniffing at me.

I try to crawl back, but I'm frozen in one spot. My fear has paralyzed me. I feel like I'm shrinking... literally.

Raketooth suddenly jumps back as if I'm a devil, "Dont get close to it! It's a demon!"

I tilt my head in confusion. What is a demon? It sounds bad. I can't be like that... can I?

Blugmay looks at me more cautiously, but refuses to move anywhere.

I look down at my paws. I quickly look away. My paws no longer look like my own form. They seem more terrifying. My mind is telling me that Raketooth is right about me.

I don't want to describe my body now. It's too scary. I'm different.

"Don't worry, Raketooth." soothes Blugmay, "He's just as scared of us as we are of him." She turns to me with her paw extended, "Dont worry Dear. I'll take care of you."

She pats my head in a motherly fashion. I feel calmer.

Lost in the moment, I follow the creature as she urges me to follow.

She leads me to a clearing, where four other creatures, smaller ones, turn to me with curiosity.

I hear Raketooth grumbling as he reluctantly accepts the fact that he's lost the argument, "Just remember that he's not a Gronckle like us. Sooner or later, he'll turn on us."

"I'm aware that he's not a Gronckle." answered Blugmay, "I'm just protecting him until he's able to fend for himself."

I feel myself becoming larger. I look at my paws. I'm back to normal.

My black scales feel like armour to me.

The baby Gronckles look at me with pure excitement. All four babies... except for one. A big one, most likely the oldest. He's red. He has this evil look in his eye.

He chuckles in a disturbing way, "So... Mother has decided to adopt a Night Fury, huh?"

That must be what I am. A Night Fury. That title sounds great. It sounds monstrous, mighty. I feel like I will be a great Nught Fury. I fix my posture to look fierce.

The red Gronckle notices and scoffs at me, making it obvious that he doesn't approve of my presence, "You don't scare me you freak. You just make me think of you as a pathetic little-"

"Firetrap!" exclaims a purple Gronckle, a female, "Do not even think of calling him the 'b word'!"

"What are you gonna do about it, Sleepshop?" asks Firetrap, "Spit on me?"

"For the last time: my name is Slyshot!"

"Gronckles!" yells Blugmay, "You will treat our guest with respect, as you are to treat each other with respect! Is that clear?"

Both Firetrap and Slyshot tremble, "Yes Mother."

Blugmay smiles, "Good." She turns to me and swings her head behind her, "Come with me Dear. You can sleep next to me."

I turn to Blugmay, following reluctantly, "Where do the others sleep?"

"They sleep in a lava pit that I make for them every night. But I doubt you'll be able to stand that. You're not a Gronckle. You are a rare and majestic Night Fury. You blend in perfectly with the night sky and you are so fierce that even those wretched humans fear you."

My eyes widen in amazement, "Wow... am I really a fierce creature like that?"

"The one thing you and I have in common, is that we're dragons. Dragons are monstrous reptiles that can fly and breathe fire."

"Really?"

"Yes."

Blugmay quickly digs a ditch in the corner of a cave. "If you like, you can make a name."

I stare at Blugmay awkwardly. I don't know how to pick a name.

Sensing my confusion, she explains, "I mean you can make your own name."

I nod.

I think back to the times spent with Mother. She did say something. But I still don't know what it is. But I decide that this will be my name.

"How about Draymore?"

Blugmay smiles, "Very well. Your name is Draymore. You can stay as long as you need. While you're here, we'll try to help you find your mother."

I smile, "Thank you."

I crawl into my sleeping ditch and curl up into a ball. I quickly fall asleep, confident of what is to come. Soon, I will find my mother. I can feel it.