The Diamond Winglet: Frostbite's Power

Chapter 1

I watched as my brother and sister wrestled in the snow. I wished so badly to join them, but I couldn't. Why did my scales have to be so deadly? 

My mother, Blizzard, watched me with hidden pity. She looked sad. "Mom? What's wrong?" I asked. She blinked, then looked me in the eyes. "Oh, Frostbite, it's nothing. Your father will be so excited to meet you. After all, he wanted dragonets so badly, I'm sure he'll be glad to see you no matter what your scales are like."

I grinned at her, and reached a talon towards her. Then froze. I quickly withdrew it. "S-Sorry." I apologized. "It's okay, little one." She said, patting me slightly with only her claws.

That was pretty much the only physical affection I had ever gotten in my life. I couldn't blame her, but she definitely gave me love in words. 

Frost shoved Icestorm off her in a sudden burst of energy, and he landed just in front of me. I looked at him in bewilderment, and he jumped away with a little more vigor than necessary. He whirled around towards Frost and smacked her on the side of the head.

"Idiot! You could have killed me!" He snapped, and Frost struck back. "And how would that have been a loss to the world?" She growled, then turned to me with kindness in her eyes. "It's okay. Not your fault." She leaped at Icestorm again, who was baring his teeth viciously.

I heard a noise behind me, and I got into a hunting position. Unfortunately, I had to eat all my food frozen, unless mother caught it for me. 

It was a small rabbit. I stalked it, going a few steps. One more, and it would be mine. The flick of a tail, the snapping of jaws... and the rabbit became breakfast. 

I loved hunting where we were. There were much less dragons, which was nice. I asked Blizzard why we weren't allowed to go find other dragons, and why we were so secluded out here. She told me the queen was mad at her, and would hurt us badly if she found us.

I ate it fast before Icestorm could steal it. I had a special way of trying to eat my food. I would grab it with only my jaws and teeth (attempting to use my tongue a little bit) so that the ice on my scales wouldn't affect it as much. 

I watched my siblings fight for a while, bored out of my mind that I couldn't join them. Couldn't I just freeze Icestorm's snout off?

Mother had been so excited for this day. Today, on our third Hatching Day, we would meet Chill. Blizzard somehow spoke of him coldly and full of affection at the same time. I was excited, but also really nervous. Would he be angry because I was basically a murder waiting to happen?

I glared at Icestorm. Yes, he was family, but I hated him. Why? He always hated me. I tried to be nice to him, bringing him gifts, and such, but he still acted like he was king. Frost was nice to me, and she had a lot of things going for her.

She said she wanted to be queen. I thought she'd make a good queen, since she was fair and included me in their games whenever possible. I mean, it was disappointing when I couldn't make the game freeze tag literal. She never shared her dreams with mother, though, since she wanted us to stay as far away from other dragons as possible, and would have a heart attack if she knew.

I watched Icestorm struggle under Frost's ferocious talons for a little while, before I heard a sound behind me. I turned, expecting to see more prey, but it was actually an IceWing I'd never seen before. He didn't seem to see me, but that wasn't really surprising. My pure white scales matched the icy snow under me so well, I couldn't be seen, even in plain sight. Hide and seek was a breeze.

The IceWing walked right past me, looking at my siblings with disdain and pride. "So these are my little dragonets?" He asked, clearly seeing Icestorm trapped under Frost's unyielding talons. Little dragonets? So this was my father.