Hail p.o.v
Hail trekked through the snow with his father, having to scramble to keep up with the older dragon's long strides.
"I don't wanna train!" He whined. "I want to hang out with Snowbird!"
"You have to train, if you want to be a general." Polar said, without looking back at him.
"But I don't wanna be a general!"
His father turned to face him, growling viciously.
"I don't care about what you want, you're doing what i say whether you like it or not!" he spat, looking at Hail with furious eyes.
Hail lowered his head in shame, he shouldn't have talked back to his father.
They kept walking silently for a few minutes, pushing against the harsh, cold, wind, until they reached their usual training spot.
"We'll start here." His father said, signalling the beginning of their training.
4 years later
Hail braced himself for his fathers incoming volley of attacks. If this stupid training would make him stronger, he'd give it his all.
He didn't care if he got hurt, it was normal. He wouldn't be the dragon his father wanted him to be.
When he was younger, he had wanted to be a marine biologist.
That hope hadn't lasted long.
He was about 3 when he told his father this. His father of course, didn't agree with the idea and Hail was given a stern warning and a beating.
Polar rushed at him with surprising speed, Hail was barely able to dodge the attack. He flipped around to scratch his side, giving his father a larger gash then he expected he jumped back to avoid his attempt to counter attack.
Polar whirled around to face his attacker, hissing in frustration.
"Are you trying to kill me?!" His father roared.
"Yes, thats the whole point of this exercise isn't it?"
"fine, we're leaving"
"Already? But we just got here."
"Do you want to continue?"
'No"
Polar snorted as he started limping back towards the ice kingdom, wincing at his wound.
Hail had no choice but to follow, so he trudged after him to the ice palace.