The young Trinyah sat atop Arcticus' back. Her eyes were closed, seemingly oblivious to the tragic turn of events that had lead to the demise of her people. Her sister, Oolaqi, was being held in Arctic's jaws, her eyes closed as well, seemingly oblivious.
Behind them, in Ray's jaws, was Zian. He was an odd fellow indeed. His wings were half attached to his arms, almost like a wyvern. It was a hideous deformity, which, as far as his parents were concerned, prevented him from flying. Arcticus had insisted on killing the child, but Ray had refused. Once the fire had started, Arcticus told Ray it was the fault of letting the deformity live. They needed to get rid of it.
"Alright, here's a good place to drop him," said Arcticus, turning to Ray. She let out a sigh, muffled by Zian's neck. Walking over to a cold snow drift, she gently placed the baby on the cold ground, whispering, "I'm sorry...." tears streamed down her face as she turned away from the baby, following Arcticus as they continued their way up the path.
The distant cries of the baby could be heard, crying for help, and for his mom to come back. Ray merely winced, grabbed Trinyah, and kept going. Arcticus glanced back at her, smiling. "Don't worry, dear. We can always have another one."
But as they continued through the cold, Ray could hear creaking. She felt like they needed to go back. Swallowing her humility, she stepped forward, coming to step side by side next to Arcticus while they continued to hike up the snow alps. "Honey, I don't think this is a good idea.... we should turn back."
"What?" asked Arcticus, confused, "Why would you want to head back? Those monsters that destroyed our home are back there! We have to keep going, Ray! No matter how tough it gets!" and although this was true, Ray couldn't help but think they needed to turn back....
Suddenly, there was an explosion of fire, blasting right in front of Arcticus. He howled in pain, dropping Oolaqi. Another blast of fire hit his wing. He screamed, and fell to the ground. "Arctic!" shouted Ray, but he glared at her as she tried to approach him, "Get Trinyah and Oolaqi somewhere safe! I'll be fine!" he called, but just as he said that, a fire blast hit both himself, and Oolaqi, causing them to both disappear into a world of flames.
Shielding Trinyah, Ray closed her eyes, tears leaking from them, and flew off in the opposite direction. She could hear shrieks, and screams, and though she heard someone flying after her, but she just kept flying. She needed to get Trinyah somewhere safe.
Soaring past a small, icy opening, she quickly landed, placing Trinyah in the cave, and pushing her in deeper. The small dragoness looked at her with pure, innocent eyes. Ray licked her nose, and said, "Don't worry, baby. Mommy will be fine.... I'll see you soon..." And with that, she launched back into the sky, screeching. Away from Trinyah's view, cries of agony and blasts of fire filled the sky, staining the white snow red.
Three days later, little Trinyah still sat in the small cave, curled up, her body shivering. She hadn't eaten in about four days, and she was starving. Luckily, the other dragons hadn't found this cave when they had attacked her, her siblings, and her parents. But Trinyah was too hungry to stay quiet. She started letting out loud, innocent peeps, hoping a dragon would hear them, and come feed her.