Aww... It’s a cute baby dragon. It’s a brilliant blue-green color.

Young dragons are relatively defenseless. They are born with relatively soft scales, which are shed and replaced with harder ones as the hatchling matures. Once a hatchling’s wings grow in, it typically marks the beginning of maturation. At this point they are often capable of hunting on their own and are usually left alone by their mother.

This tiny dragon clutches a scroll on a chain, and holds it up to see. She reads it for the thousandth time...

"Bittersweet in nature is loss;

It might be there one minute,

And then gone the next.

I left you,

But my return wouldn't have been rejoiced.

I love you,

But that was washed away when death

Did us part.

You were the only brightness

Of my withering days.

If I knew what it would take

To come back to you,

To see you smile again,

I would do it in a heartbeat

If my name hadn't been called

By the sun that was setting over the ocean,

I would be with you still.

But death is,

Like I had mentioned afore,

Bittersweet in nature.

The ocean of misery is one that is deep;

To swim in it would be a fool's decision,

Yet I am a fool that knows no bounds.

I left you,

And I wish I could come back.

Back to who I was before I had left.

-Lysr"

The small dragon tears up, and the other dragons in the cave sigh. They look down at the crumpled dragon; and the poor hatchling reads it again, in tears...