Aww... It’s a cute baby dragon. Its eyes glow brightly at night, and it enjoys attacking insects and small animals.

And look! It has grown wings! It must be close to maturing.

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.

Fated was always fated to become an also-ran. Never quite the dragon prophecies called for, never quite the member her clan demanded, never quite the height her parentage suggested, she can only watch others surpass her in everything that should be hers by destiny.

She excels in only one area—frightening fellow forever-young hatchlings with her magical creations. Although unable to produce the arcane attacks typical to her breed, Fated is gifted with illusions. Her inability to reach the usual greatness of fate-touched dragons has given her a twisted mind for inspiration. All the smoke and mirrors demonstrate the illusion she must have of herself: second (or nowhere near) best in her other aspirations, she must pretend to power to keep her sanity.

Her creations are often even more disturbing than those of The Nostalgia for Infinity, another of Kad's clan dragons, but she doesn't have Infinity's aura. She can only steal away Infinity's sanity, steal her talents...