The Diamond Winglet: Frostbite's Power

Prologue

Blizzard paced the agonizingly small room. Couldn't eggs hatch just a little faster? No, apparently not. She was so nervous, since the dragonets' father would be coming for their hatching. No doubt he had to make a dozen excuses to get away this night.

Chill, Blizzard's mate, strutted into the room, clearly prideful of his soon-to-be-dragonets. He glanced down his snout at the eggs, then at Blizzard. "Now... how long?" He asked, raising one eyebrow. He gestured to the eggs as though he thought Blizzard was an idiot. His sly grin suggested he knew exactly how much he was trying her patience.

"How am I supposed to know?" She snapped indignantly. "I'm a mother, not a psychic!" She snarled. The crack of an egg interrupted their squabble, and Chill made his way over to the nest. A starburst of cracks already marked the progress of the dragonet inside. "I'd say about ten seconds." Blizzard remarked dryly. The other two eggs began to shake slightly, but the parent's eyes were all on the lone egg.

A claw poked through, then another. In an instant, the egg shattered like ice, and a female dragonet lay glittering in the shattered shell. She squeaked and opened her eyes, which were a light blue. Her curved talons were sharp and deadly. Her icy blue scales looked like frost on a flower. 

"Hello, little Frost." Blizzard purred, and Chill whacked her side with his tail, making her wince. "Why don't I get to name her?" He complained. "You can name the next one, lizard." Blizzard hissed, whacking him back. Frost tried climbing her way towards her father, who roughly pushed her back into the nest.

Frost made a sad chirping noise and sat there, not making another move towards Chill. Blizzard poked her ribcage, and Frost began to make yelping and laughing noises. The mother's talons retreated as the couple turned their attention to the second largest egg, which was cracking even more.

The second egg made a sound like snapping a branch, and then there was a dragonet sitting in the nest, too, in the center of a thousand shattered eggshell remains. A male one. "Icestorm!" Chill said almost frantically, as though he wanted to make sure Blizzard wouldn't take this one too. Blizzard rolled her eyes, growling at how stupid dragons could be.

"Icestorm? Really? Why not something like Chill the Second? Chill Junior? Chill the Great-" Blizzard joked, stroking the little female IceWing, who clung to her talon desperately. Icestorm jabbed at Frost, who wailed in protest before clawing back. 

The last one took a while to hatch. It was the one with an odd chill to the egg, like it had been dipped in the frozen lake. "Chill, this one might take some time. Why don't you come back tomorrow?" Blizzard asked. "And let you not only name it, but raise my dragonets." He grumbled. 

"I can't come for a long time. I'm busy with Crystal." He snapped. "Well then don't come, and never know your dragonets, fool!" Blizzard roared furiously. Chill stormed out, leaving an air of hatred behind him. Blizzard wondered just how she'd gotten tangled up with this foolish dragon.

"You don't need him." She cooed to her dragonets. "We don't need him, now do we?" Frost peered at the egg in her mother's talons. "Momma?" She asked. Blizzard swept her dragonets towards her, and laid down. She knew she would need to keep low for a while, since Chill would be in a royal snit for at least a year.

Chill had planned to name the third dragonet Polar, since the egg was cold. Strange, but it didn't matter, according to him. It was his dragonet, wasn't it? It didn't really matter anyway.

But... he wasn't in the picture anymore, for now. If he wouldn't be able to see their dragonets for a while, he really wouldn't complain if she named this third dragonet, would he? 

Blizzard drifted off sometime later, and awoke to another cracking noise. She blinked in excitement as mist rose from the cracks in the egg. "That's strange." Blizzard murmured. She found she couldn't even touch the egg anymore, because it was too cold. After a few minutes of the egg shivering and wiggling, the egg finally shattered.

A male dragonet sat, blinking where the egg had once been. Mist rose from his scales in such a way that Blizzard thought he was made of ice. She poked tentatively at her dragonet, and jumped back with a yelp. He was cold. Too cold, like touching the bottom of the iciest lake in Pyrrhia. Blizzard shuddered, and gave the dragonet a pitying look.

The small dragonet opened his eyes, which were... amber. Like fire. How was this possible? He reached towards his mother, who flinched away from him. "What are you?" Blizzard asked. Her dragonet looked so lost and confused she wanted to grab him up in her talons and keep him close. 

He was so small, with pure white scales with no hints of blue. He looked like a frostbitten statue of a dragon. He was reaching towards her, but suddenly, Blizzard knew what would happen. This dragonet would freeze any dragon to death who touched him. No one could ever love this dragon. How could they? He was too deadly. No one would be able to warm his frozen heart.

'No. I will love this dragonet with all the love I can give. He will never want for anything, and I will raise him to be careful.' She thought. 

Blizzard stared at her dragonet again. He really did look like a frostbitten dragonet. That would be his name. That was it! "Frostbite. My little Frostbite." She whispered.

Frost, Icestorm, Frostbite. Her three precious dragonets. It didn't matter what Frostbite was like. Nothing was really wrong with him, anyway. If nobody could see that he was amazing in every way, then it was their loss. Nothing could be more perfect...

If only King Chill and Queen Crystal weren't in the picture.