Volma

The young dragon yawned, opening one of her little eyes and gazing around at the world for the first time. Her light blue eyes glittered in the den, looking around for her parents wherever they may be. Small as she may have been, she willed herself to stand up, brush away the cracked shards of her past eggshell and to find the two adult dragons.

Taking her time, she quickly marched out of the den, not looking back if there were other eggs in there. The female Skydancer's ears flicked up, sniffing around as she started gaining her eyesight. Slowly, inch by inch, block by block, she was turning into a real dragon. Such simple tasks could so easily mold something into whatever was the come.

"M-ma-mama!" She mumbled, trying to pronounce the words out. "Ma-mama!" She called out again, looking around, staring at the icy ground below her.

Finally, a dark colored Skydancer poked her head out from behind a column. She flapped her wings in delight, dashing over her first born.

"My my my!" Tameika squealed, nuzzling the baby at the neck. "I didn't know you'd hatch so soon!" She swooned, grinning and examining her daughter. Regaining her posture, she stood up straighter, looking behind her. "Naraba! Come! Come!"

Another new face emerged from in between pillars of ice, searching about, not spotting the small baby.

"What?" He demanded, swishing his tail from side to side, glaring. He wasn't so pleased by getting waken up in such a way.

The mother grinned, tail swishing around the small body.

"Look!"

Inching closer, he finally noticed what his mate was fussing over about so much. She had the same skin color as her mother, so she blended well amongst her so it was difficult to tell where she was at the beginning.

"Oh there you are!" Naraba exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. He spread his wings wide, making them curve around his mate and the new child. "Well then, welcome to the clan!" He roared, tail thumping up and down on the ground.

"What'll we name her?" The mother hissed into his ear, unsure of her options.

He tilted his head to the side, bending down and making his nose touch his new daughter's.

"How about, Volma?"

The young dragon squealed in delight, flapping her small wings up and down, trying to fly ( but not achieving it yet ).

"Volma it is." Tameika said with an approving nod. "Now, lets meet your other siblings shall we."

As the years flew by, young Volma grew into an amazing dragon. She blossomed to become the best she could be. Though no one is perfect, she did find herself in a high and mighty position. Her life was no fairytale though, not everything went according to plan. With the passing of her brother Shirvesh and her mother leaving her father and she for some other dragon she never even met, yeah, it wasn't something one would wish for. But she kept her head held high, telling to herself over and over again that she could get through with the pain.

So she finally decided to take matters to her own claws. Asking her father to take her to the Light territory, pleading for the longest time. He wasn't willing in the begging, often shaking his head often and scolding her. Why would he anyways? Volma was the last of his family? Why would he be stupid enough to send her away?

However, through careful consideration, he finally agreed, a weak smile on his lips.

That day came, soon, she told her father her goodbyes.

"We'll meet again." She whispered into his ear before taking to the skies and never looking back. This was only the beginning. She was only warming up.

This won't be the last time one would see Volma . . . the witch.