Memory lives in the intricate caves of Jade Mountain Academy. All she knows about her parents is that their names were Fierceteeth & Strongwings, & that no one has seen them in 9 years, which is the reason that Memory was sent to live with her blind...
This takes place on the day that Memory hatches. Fierceteeth & Strongwings have managed to get their claws on the Obsidian Mirror & one of the Dreamvisitors so that they can check on their dragonet.
I go to the cabinet & pull out the Obsidian Mirror & our Dreamvisitor. I walk into the dark room in the back of our house.
Strongwings enters with me & takes the Obsidian Mirror from my claws. He blows smoke over the smooth, black surface & whispers, "Memory."
~>Memory<~
I press against the shell of my egg & hear an exited voice squeal happily, "It's hatching!"
A pair of talons scrambles into the room as I form another crack in the barrier that surrounds me.
"I'm having a vision! It's going to be... a boy!" The happy voice exclaims.
"Well based on statistics & probability, I think it's going to be a girl. I think my sister probably has pretty dominant genes," a second voice sounds calmly.
I burst out of my egg & land in a small, yet comfortable nest of blankets. I see two adult dragons sitting in front of me. One is purplish & has 3 silver teardrops by each eye. The other is greenish & stares blankly foreword, as if he can't see at all.
"What does it look like?" The greenish dragon turns to the purplish one.
"It's a girl, so you were right about that," the purplish dragon, the exited one, picks me up gently, "She's pinky-purple-y. The undersides of her wings look like a sort of splash of water starting in the center & splashing outward."
I squeak & look at my surroundings curiously. We are in a small room with a desk against one wall & a candle on top of it. A pile of mix-matched blankets sits in the corner. There is a wall covered entirely with scroll-shelves, every shelf is covered in scrolls & protruding letters, labeling the scrolls.
"Oh! We were supposed to give her this!" The greenish dragon sets a locket in front of me. Inside is a talon-painted portrait of two dragons holding each other. The dragons seem to be staring at me lovingly. One of the picture-dragons is pinkish & has green eyes that sparkle with mischief. She is thinner than the other, but looks more much more clever. A golden earring sparkles in her ear. The other picture-dragon is bluish & his eyes are blue. They reflect the personality of a protector. His wings hold the pinkish dragon lovingly & he is very much bigger. Their bodies curve together to form a sort of heart shape.
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When I let out a yawn, the purplish dragon sets me back in my nest. I curl up & drift off to sleep.
~[^Dream^]~
I sit in a field of white flowers, butterflies encircle my head. I hold my locket in my tiny talon. I let out a small gasp as a large orange & black butterfly lands on the tip of my snout. I jump & attempt to catch it in my mouth.
"Careful, sweetheart, that one's poisonous," I turn around to see the pinkish picture-dragon standing behind me, smiling kindly. A blue star-shaped-sparkle-thing sticks out of a pouch around her neck.
"Oh c'mon, Fierceteeth, let the dragonet chase it, nothing can hurt her here," the bluish picture-dragon steps out from behind the other, "Here you go, Mory." He holds out an identical butterfly & allows it to get away, only to be caught in my jaws.
"Memory," the pinkish dragon stands in front of me, "I'm 'Mommy'."- She presses a talon to her chest- "this,"- she gestures to the other dragon- "is 'Daddy'."
"M-Mo-Mommy," I struggle with the word, "D-Da-Dad-Addy-Daddy."
"Good girl."
Suddenly, the ground cracks open & reveals hot-red-water-stuff. Mommy's eyes widen, "Memory!"
Mommy leaps into the air & lifts me up in her talons. She lands & cradles my small body in her arms, my body shaking with panicked sobs.
"Oh, Mory," Daddy walks over & wraps his wings around me & Mommy, "it's okay, just a nightmare. Daddy gets them sometimes, too."
"So does Mommy," my mother speaks up.
The ground slowly grows back together, but I'm still crying.
"What if I sing you a song," Mommy asks, "Will that help you feel better?"
I look at her curiously, not knowing what a "song" is.
Mommy starts to talk again, but this time, it's softer & prettier, with Mommy's natural rough undertones:
