Author's Note: And the journey begins here! I'm super excited to showcase this story and how much it has helped me to evolve as a writer. Before reading the first chapter, I want to get one important information out of the way: Blizzard goes by they/them pronouns. This chapter is on the shorter side, but I hope you enjoy it!

PART ONE:
*~A Dragon of Sea and Ice~*

Chapter 1

6 years later…

5183 AS

Blizzard thought the world around them was always meant to change. There wasn't going to be one set path in life that they would take. They held the world in the palm of their talons and they were prepared to play its games. Yet this thought of life had its own flaws too. For instance, they couldn't control the weather–though that would be SO COOL!–, couldn't control the urges and grudges of other tribes, and couldn't stop the hatred of their own scales. Although, they didn't really give a lot of thought into that uncontrollable feature of their dragonhood.

Each one of these thoughts flowed through the hybrid's mind since they were young enough to remember their conscience's wonderings. But the worst of these thoughts didn't come to them until they were beyond their hatchling years.

Breathing in the fresh salt purified air, Blizzard opened their eyes. They had everything they wanted; a home, their parents, sand, and turtles. In their honest truth, Blizzard wasn't like the rest of the dragons on Pyrrhia: They were a hybrid. Or, well, a "ditribe" as they started to call hybrids. Although, that's such a derogatory and cold way to describe them, they were thinking more of handsome, brave, daring, and ambitious as the more 'correct' adjectives. But Blizzard didn't think any far less of who they truly are. It's a true fact that they have the abilities of two tribes, but being discriminated against is a tough topic to explain to a young dragonet.

Blizzard looked out towards the Dragon Sea. The sun was shining down on the bright tanish-yellow sand as the hybrid shifted their talons through the hot sand on the wooden planks in their hidden island.

A sad reality that they quickly noticed was that they were completely isolated from the rest of the world. The only way for them to learn the most recent news was from their father. Their father worked for a SilkWing in the Rainforest Kingdom as a clerk and stocker, which the hybrid thought was a really boring job but was more for anonymity than monetary gain.

Though, if there was one thing that Blizzard wished that they could have more of was friends. Their father would never ever–not even in a million moons–let them leave the island. Yet maybe once they were older–after their 10th hatchingday–father would let them leave. They could live where they thought that they belonged and wanted to be. All of this somber thinking made Blizzard sigh. They were already six and still stuck on the island.

I want to see the world! I want to feel the snow on my scales, the smells of the rainforest, the world beyond!

The hybrid sniffed in the sea air, the smell of fish and salt entering their lungs. Maybe they needed to leave at one point, their parent's wouldn't keep them confined here their whole life. Wouldn't they?

"Blizzard!" called a voice not too far away, which Blizzard recognised as their mother.

Blizzard loved their mother dearly, they were the first memory they remember as a young newly-hatched dragonet.

Blizzard's first memories were of the dragons who made them become a reality: Their parents. The hybrid remembered that day like it was yesterday. They were very happy to finally escape the internal darkness of their safe haven.

Blizzard remembered kicking off a shell, light pouring into their safe haven. Once they were out, they looked up, eyes in wonder. In front of the hybrid were two dragons, neither looked the same. One was the color of a dark tidal other dragon was as bright as a diamond. The dark blue dragon, which Blizzard believed was father, put out his talons, but Blizzard pulled away. Blizzard didn't know what to think of father just yet, but mother gave an aura of safety and warmth. The young dragonet kicked away their shell, walking towards their mother's wings.

This is where I want to be.

The hybrid giggled as their mother wrapped her wings around them. Their mother's wings were warm, yet cool. Mother said something to father, which Blizzard couldn't remember exactly what, but next thing they knew mother was handing them to father. Father looked down at them, his light-blue eyes looking directly into Blizzard's. His eyes flashed protectiveness as he pulled mother into a big hug. Blizzard looked at both mother and father, both were looking at each other, smiling. The hybrid shifted their eyes up to their father, hoping for more answers to why they looked different than each other. Were they supposed to be here? Blizzard was about to get father's attention, with what they believed were words. However, father did something with his scales. He flashed them at Blizzard, blue auras lighting Blizzard's dark blue scales, making them look more like a SeaWing than an IceWing. Blizzard twisted their head, confused on how their father did that. Before the young hybrid knew what was happening, they were covered by both mother and father's wings.

Blizzard chirped as their mother held onto their small talons. The Sea Dragon looked like they had tears in their eyes. Blizzard could feel the bright dragon holding onto them with all of her love. Yet through all of this, the first thought Blizzard ever had was of themself:

Am I meant to exist?

Yet they let that question linger for only a moment before they didn't dwindle on it anymore. They felt safe where they were and they had everything they ever wanted.
By the age of one, Blizzard began to use their wings. Mother and father were both there for their first flight, which ended with them face planting onto the hot sand, which Blizzard did not like that much. The next year, Blizzard began to hunt with their father. He taught them how to sneak up on the wading fish; wait for the perfect moment and snatch up their prey. The most interesting thing that happened the next year, the hybrid was beginning to learn the SeaWing language, aquatic. Why they needed to be taught it, when they couldn't leave the island was questionable. Nevertheless, the dragonet tried their hardest. They wanted to get each phrase correct, but father insisted that learning aquatic takes a lot of practice, which Blizzard didn't think they had time for. Blizzard eventually learned the language, perfecting themself here and there, but father was very proud. Father wrapped his wings around Blizzard, tears of joy escaping through his grey-blue eyes.
When Blizzard turned five, father began to disappear during the day and appear later at night. The hybrid asked their mother multiple times about why father left. She always replied with the same answer, saying that there was nothing to fear and that father would come back everyday. Father did come back everyday. During the time he was gone, Blizzard would hang out with their mother. Blizzard grew close with her and she shared stories of her childhood. They were all filled with her playing with her brother, Northern, in the snow up by the talon peninsula in the IceWing Kingdom.

"Why don't I get to find some friends, mom!" complained Blizzard, a frown appearing on their face.

"It isn't safe for you, there are dragons who will want to hurt you. Your father and I don't want you to get injured," replied Snowflake, picking up her dragonet, nuzzling them.

Mother walked towards the edge of their island, setting Blizzard down. She laid down on the sand, looking up towards the stars in the sky. The stars reflected into her eyes, as Blizzard put their body beside their mother. Blizzard breathed in the salt air, while smelling their mother's aura, which had a smell of fresh tangerines. The young dragonet looked up at their mother, who continued to look out towards the sea. Blizzard wondered what their mother was thinking about, was it about her home back in the IceWing Kingdom? Snowflake put one wing around Blizzard's torso, pulling them in close to her. Together, they watched the stars until father came back.

By the time Blizzard was six, their father was coming home later and later. Blizzard knew that they shouldn't worry, mother always insisted he would come home. But the odd thing was, Tide didn't come back when he normally did.

Where was father? Did everything go wrong? Am I in danger?

Blizzard looked towards Snowflake, her facial expression made the young hybrid worry even more.

"Blizzard," Snowflake calmly stated, "why don't you head back into the hut and sleep, your father may just be running late tonight."

Blizzard didn't think that was true, but followed their mother's advice. The dragonet grabbed their belongings, a few seashells stashed below their talons, and headed towards their home. The hybrid's footprints were imprinted into the sand of the island as they continued to walk. Blizzard took one last look back, hoping that everything was just a bad dream and that they would wake up and find everything was how it should be. But it wasn't how everything should be, this was no bad dream. Blizzard sighed, breathing out a small amount of frost breath that they gained from their mother's IceWing abilities. The young hybrid walked into their hut, setting down their seashells beside their palm leaf bed. They were now drooping their wings, anxious for what was to come. Blizzard rested their body on top of their palm tree leaf nest, yawning. As the dragonet closed their eyes, the world seemed to slow down.

Is there another way to keep my parents safe? Am I destined to cause trouble? Who do I want to be?

The world turned dark as the hybrid fell into a deep sleep of protective desires to those they loved to the three moons and back.