The trees were still. Breeze softly whispering, moon shining. Fireflies singing a lullaby to the baby dragon, the small purple creature barely knew how to walk let alone fly and yet, the forest creatures adored her, the prized jewel of violet. Violet was adored by all she met, she was a pink dragoness with magnificent wings and a pastel pink stomach. Her daughter, starla was a purple dragoness, with pink flames imprinted on her wings and a pink stomach. The two were the pride of their home. But not once did they ever take the earths beauty for granted. Not once did they ever wish ill will upon another creature.
Starla was blessed with the powers of lighting. Healing powers. Poison... and darkness... for dispite the beauty of starla and violet. Starla and violet were trapped with a darkness. Starlas father; shadow.
Instead of love. Shadow was a creation of darkness and hate. He barely took the form of a Dragon, most of his being was a translucent smog like shadow. With the exception of his spiked head and lifeless white eyes. This creature brought destruction and hatred. And yet; hatred and love created something, together.. the little dragoness known as starla. Would she take the path of torment.. or would she retain peace.
But with the light and beauty violet exuded. And the terror and torment radiating from shadow. The two discovered that they could not procreate and raise the child together. Violet tried to reason with the shadow. Convincing him that she could create a stable life fir starla. She tried to spark whatever humanity was left in shadow. But he had been drained of it. He saw potential in starla and decided she would be his prodigy.
Violet refused to give up her daughter without a fight. She knew she was no match for shadow, but she had to persist, her daughter was the only thing she had.
