The adventures in life

It's dark…

Why can't I see anything?

Where am I?

Who am I?

It was the fourth of Sunfall in the year of the moon. On this day a dragylon called Whitefur laid a single egg in her tree covered nest. The egg had black spots on its snow-white shell making it look like an egg that some human kid had painted on. Whitefur and her mate, the pitch-black dragylon Nightfur were immensely happy to finally have their first hatchling. Nightfur often went out to find some plants, fruits and birds for Whitefur to feed on since she had to guard the egg from any potential threat all the time.

I can feel the warmth of my mother all around me…

But, who exactly is my mother?

I want to see her.

One day several months later, Whitefur woke up feeling Nightfur nibbling on her nose. "Come on Whitefur, wake up!" he almost shouted in her ears. "What?" Whitefur asked, yawning. "A dragon! There's a dragon just outside!" he shouted, more alarmed now. Hearing the word "dragon" jolted Whitefur and she immediately got up. "What!?" she said, equally alarmed. "Why is it here!?" "For breakfast I guess." Nightfur said grimly. Whitefur now noticed a giant eye at the mouth of their nest almost making her scream. The eye was a deep crimson color and the slit pupil continually adapted to the dim light in the small dragylon nest focusing hard on the small creatures shivering in the back of it.

The warmth of my mother has begun giving of an aura of fear.

Why is my mother afraid?

The dragon had been flying over this forest for a couple of days now, looking for something to eat and out of the corner of his eye he had seen a small black shape in a tree. Curious, he had swooped down to investigate and saw a small pitch-black dragylon plucking fruit down from the tree. The dragon saw this as a great opportunity for a small snack and sneaked up behind the dragylon, prepared to pounce at any moment. The dragylon had jumped down and begun trotting towards a hole hidden by the roots of a tree. The dragon began thinking that there must be more dragylons in that nest and decided that he could rip up that tree from its roots and have a feast on some more dragylons, and so it pounced on the dragylon. Unfortunately, a nearby tree had gotten in his way and had snapped under his sheer weight, stopping him for a moment and alerting the dragylon of his presence. Scared out of its wits it had darted down in to the nest and begun making shrill sounds, alerting the other dragylons that danger was near. The dragon got loose and looked down in the nest and saw only two dragylons and an egg. He withdrew his eye and began ripping up the tree, determined not to let his prey go.

I can hear a tree getting ripped up and my mother screaming in fear.

What is going on outside this prison, I wonder?

Whitefur clutched tightly to her only hatchlings egg and pushed herself deeper into the earthy wall shaking in fear. This is it, she thought. This is where I will die. The dragon had now completely uprooted the tree making leaves and branches fall to the ground. Whitefur could now look at it in its full size. It was a huge red scaled beast with black stripes going down from its head all the way to its tail. Its wings were massive leg-like structures colored like blood with black flame markings running down the webbing. It had three horns on each side of its head and some of the horns were scarred from all the previous battles it seemed to have fought. She was completely paralyzed with fear as her head subconsciously took in all details on this massive beast. "Whitefur! Run away!" Nightfur shouted slapping her back into reality but before she could take a step the dragon lowered one of its forelegs into the nest to snatch both Nightfur and herself up. Nightfur quickly jumped on top of her to protect her and their egg, the claw now ready to grab a hold on them both.

Suddenly a blue ball of light flew past the trees and slammed into the dragon's side, exploding in the process, stunning the dragon and blowing Whitefur and Nightfur away from their destroyed nest. Nightfur directed himself mid-air to protect Whitefur from the collision against the ground. The impact to the ground knocked him unconscious but neither Whitefur nor the egg received any damage. A bit dazed from the impact, Whitefur looked around for the source of that explosion. A group of humans came rushing out of the forest with their weapons drawn towards the dragon that was still dazed from the impact and unable to stand. The humans made short work of it and as the dragon died it let out a haunting roar before collapsing to the ground, dead. The humans let out a shout of victory while patting each other on their backs. Whitefur sighed in relief before passing out from sheer exhaustion. The final words she heard before passing out was: "Great work today Gorthalon!"

My mother is calm again, the enemy gone.

That name I heard, Gorthalon, I like it…

Three months after the dragon's attack the egg finally hatched, revealing a small dragylon covered in black fur. His small wings were to Nightfurs and Whitefurs surprise purple like poison and on the middle of his forehead shined a single purple gem. "He's so adorable dear!" Whitefur said with immense happiness in her voice. "He also looks like his father." Nightfur said, equally happy. "What should we call him?" he asked. "Hmmm, I don't really know" Whitefur said, scratching her head with her foreclaw while thinking hard. "go..thy" the small dragylon suddenly said. Whitefur and Nightfur looked at the little dragylon with surprised looks on their faces. "Did he just say his first word?" Whitefur asked, baffled. "What did you say my little boy?" Nightfur asked. "Gor…thy" the young dragylon said again. "Perhaps that is the name he wants dear." Whitefur said with a loving smile. "Then it's decided." Nightfur said. "We will call him Gorthy."

But i wanted my name to be Gorthalon!

THE END.

Thanks you so very much for reading my first story I published here on deviantart! If you could give some feedback I might get inspired enough to write more stories like this