The young drake had awaken early the next morning. Had another dragon saw the young black drake, there would have been no pride shining in his ruby eyes; as he much looked like black scaled leather, stretched over a frail frame of bones. His parents had been away for weeks, letting out a hoarse cry as he weakly stretched his long neck out to look outside of the cave. Some of his scales had even begun to fall freely away as he was withering away to naught. Where had they gone? A slithering whimper rose to his chest as he cried out again, he had begun to forget what his mother looked like. All the young drake could recall, was emerald. Emerald scales that shone like the sun hitting the most brilliant of all gems. And his fatherâ€¦He couldnâ€™t even remember his fatherâ€™s color. But he could remember the fear he first felt in the great drakeâ€™s presence. Fear? Or outmost Respect?<br/><br/>Closing his second lid, he looked at the world through the semi clear haze, and soon found himself dozing off. The waves breaking roughly against the sea side cliff did little to stir the weak babe as he curled up, his wings neatly folded against his skeletal back. Despite being malnourished, the few scales that did remain, had the sheen and likeness to that of obsidian. Indeed, black drakes were rare, many parents who did mate couldnâ€™t create such a darker color, for dragons came in all different variants of color. Gold, silver, white, grey, copper, red, yellow, green, blue, the list was endlessâ€¦But having a black drake hatchling was a proud sight to have. Black, had always been a sacred color in the Dragon lore. The color itâ€™s self, meaning strength and ferocity. However, there was a tale he could remember his mother singing to him about a prophecy, that one day a great and powerful drake would re unite all of the races, and that once again dragons would thrive due to this drakes great deeds in bringing peace to the lands once moreâ€¦<br/><br/>Borial, could remember always placing himself, as the hero of the story his mother sang. Could you imagine? Him? A great and powerful drake? But, that was a fairytale, and those tales drifted further from reality with each passing day as the poor Borial became weaker and weakerâ€¦