Phyyric

Phyyric was a hatchling when his clan left him for dead. It was by happenstance that Lord Talos and Phantorime had found the young drake, gasping for breath. Whatever illness plagued Phyyric attacked his body relentlessly. The hatchling's vipera hide had peeled like dry parchment, while his shrunken muscles shook and strained with weakness. His eyes had glazed over, pink with blindness, and he struggled to breathe through sensitive and wheezing lungs.

It was just outside the Talosian Mount by a nearby river where they'd found Phyyric. He'd crawled towards the bank, seeing his chance to escape the hellish pain wracking him within the cold embrace beneath the water. With luck, the current would bash him across the rocks and end things quickly...

Yet it would never come to that. Phantorime and Lord Talos set to work with their enchantments. It was tricky. Necromancy was in neither of their arsenals, but they were determined. Miraculously the light and ice magics combined to cleanse the little hatchling. His scales turned crystalline and reflective, and the fog slowly faded from his eyes. He wasn't cured, however...only treated. The illness remains sealed within the filigree markings on Phyyric's hide.