Distorted's father had angrily tried to stop his son from leaving the Ice Kingdom.
"No! I forbid you from leaving my sight!" Drip screeched hoarsely, his age getting the better of the old Icewing general.
"That's funny for the dragon who named his own son after his problems in life!" Distorted hissed, remembering his father's unfortunate story of the Rainwing who had melted his scales into a light gray mess. His horns were now dripping into curved c's which was why his name was changed to Drip after the incident.
Drip took a step back, taken aback by his son's severe tone of voice. Then he hissed a reply. "Go if you want, but don't think I'll miss you." So Distorted left. And as he flew over the Ice Cliff, his claws brushing the ice and crumbling the very tips where his talons touched, tears burst from his eyes.
When the dragonet flew into the Kingdom of Sand, his chest still hurt from crying as he lay down on the uncomfortably warm sand, piling it up underneath his body. Distorted made that both disgusting and pitying snort noise that he did when he cried.
As Distorted hauled his body into the air again, his wings making ferocious winds beside him, he scanned the surroundings with his eyes, though he saw no hint that Mirgraine was here, although he did a a battalion of ferocious Sandwings winging towards him, and the general leading them. Uh-oh...
But the leader of the group wasn't a Sandwing, it was a bright red Skywing. And though her face looked soft and serene, her eyes glittered dangerously and Distorted knew this wouldn't end well.