Well, the chick grew up into a chicken, but you’re still not sure how the egg got into that cave...

Abbathor was found by a young Lurue, who at the time was childless. Bringing the egg back to her fellow white kinsmen, Lurue decided to raise it as her own. After Abbathor hatched, she found company and safety with the gentle whites, for they would hurt no living thing, as well as the small mints, who enjoyed finding a member of the clan that was smaller than they were. When it came time for the chick to be named, the mischievous Zeboim suggested Abbathor.  What the storm didn't reveal was that it meant a bloody massacre and she chuckled when everyone agreed on the suggestion. So now, Abbathor is stuck with a harsh and violent name even if she shares the kind and gentle nature of the white and mint dragons.