Stormseeker

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Deathbringer had watched in pride as his egg hatched. He had watched in pride as his daughter had emerged. He now watched in pride as his daughter lay in his arms, fast asleep. Her scales were shifting from grey to black to a deep, dark blue, but the silver scales on her wings and back stayed the same. He watched, mesmerized by the rolling storm cloud colors.

"Stormseeker." He whispered, saying the name of his daughter for the first time. "My little Storm."

The drgonet opened her eyes for the fist time, and Deathbringer's breath was taken away as her bright silver eyes met his.

My little Storm.

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