There was a little Dragon Whelp.
His name was Shade.
He was only a baby, with black scales, tiny arms, tail, and wings, along with glowing blue eyes that had black specks in them.
He walked up to a giant rock, displaying various dates, plans, and even anticipations. Happily looking it over, eager to read its contents, but as he read on, his face started to fall, not because of the sheer size of it.
But because he was not on it.
Shade whimpered and turned to leave, head down, tail dragging against the ground, and wings pressed to his back. Sad he could never be real, like all of the other faces and names shown on the rock.
"Shade!"
Shade looked up, recognizing the voice. "Mommy!" He cried, running to the young girl that he called Mommy, he may not become real, may not become known like those before him.
But he was with his Mommy, and he was happy.
Fin.
A little bit of my own personal problems at night. Shade is one of two characters that may never EVER become real in my stories. Not because he isn't complete, but because the reason he is here is because of his "Mommy" who herself could most likely never be put in my stories. I at least wanted to give this little Whelp a moment of fame, because he is one of my characters, and he deserves as much. R&R This is Oathkeeper0317 signing out.
I'll at least make sure he is happy in my mind and with the friends who were also responsible for his creation.
Shade: Bye!