The queen wasn't here. She was out doing errands or something, so Spectro had to stay the night. He did not mind, but he was wondering where he would be put.
Thankfully it was a nice place. A small, cozy room with vines stringing across the top was where he slept. He crashed on the bed, thanked the Rainwing that brought him here, and fell straight to sleep.
He dreamed. It was an especially nice day in the palace. He was actually happy to get up for once. Spectro was one, only a tiny dragonet, yet he already dreaded getting up. But the light, when he was brought outside, was warm and gold. He did not have a harness, instead just held by the queen. He was small for his age, being only three fourths the height and width of a normal one year old dragonet. He was brought out to the main hall way. There he saw her. She was about his age, maybe a little older. She was, of course, bigger than him. But it was the first dragonet close to his age he had seen. Her name was Peacock. She spotted him as well, and smiled slightly. He smiled back. Then he was toted along, into the dining hall.
He saw her again later. It was one of the few times he was untethered and outside his room. The queen, taking a nap in the opal room with the door firmly locked, had let him go to roam around the small steamy room. The small dragonet sat on the luminescent rocks. Then he noticed her. She was in the room, somehow. And he hadn't noticed. Must have been her scales he though and walked up to meet her. "Hi..." He said.
"Hi. My name's Peacock." She said, rather matter-of-fact.
"I'm Spectro..." He said, watching a wreath of golden scales form around her neck. Wish I could do that, he though, trying for the thousandth time make his scales change. If I could, then my mother would not have abandoned me.
"Hi Spectro! What is it like to be the pampered pet of the Queen?" She asked curiously. Spectro groaned inwardly.
"What is it like to be able to be out of the palace of a million colors?" He asked back. "It's alright... I guess..." She sighed. Her scales turned millions of colors. Small pink sparks flew across Spectro's wings. He tried to squash them, but more came. His wings turned different colors, shifting from blue to purple to red. "Can I ask you a question? Or would it hurt your feelings?" She asked softly. Spectro nodded and so she said, "would you ever want to leave the palace, just for a night?" Her tail turned a purple. Spectro nodded vigorously at the question. "Then lets find you a way to leave! It will be fun!" Just then, the queen woke up. She was a cool grey, but her frill had a hint of flame. She picked up the young dragonet, and left the opal room.
He had stayed in his room for a couple of hours when she suddenly came back. He jumped to his feet, but she put her hand out to stop him. She closed the door, and stepped into the center of the room. "I saw you with your friend, Peacock." She said mournfully. "And I have some very bad news. She was out in the forest..." She stopped and gasped, as if she was holding back tears. "I'm afraid that she was caught by a jaguar. She's dead now..." Dazzling trailed off, looking at the shocked dragonet's face. He bawled. Why? When they were so close to a good friendship, she had to die!
Tears leaked out of his eyes as he tossed in his bed.
He stopped crying long enough to look at Dazzling for a minute. Then his memories split from his dream. He saw it clearly. A scarf, gold, was around her neck. It looked like it was made of a dragonet's scales. He looked at it briefly, then his eyes blazed in fury. He had seen that scarf. She wore it every day. Even when he got older, he had seen it. Then she made him wear some of her scale robes, and that was one of them.
He howled, and woke up. Dripping with cold sweat, in the darkness, his orange eyes glowed with tears and hate. Now he knew what he must do.