A curiously colored dragonet woke up to a smashing sound in their icey fortress.
"Mama?" She mewled. A blue-and-gray hybrid stirred beside her, mumbling in her sleep. The four wings on the baby's back shifted.
The half-a-moon old dragonet wobbled to her feet and unfurled her serrated claws. Her wings scraped against the ice as she tottered to the entryway, where the noise had come from. She snuck past her older brothers in their shared room and into the feast room that connected to the foyer.
A dark shadow on the wall moved behind her, then lunged and covered her mouth before she could scream. Then the world went black.
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