::The great red dragon sat on the cliffs edge overlooking the sea, a mere silhoutte against the moon. His head was lifted up to the stars, asking them for guidance. He was old by any dragon's standards, his tattered hide and missing eye proof of his existance through the channels of time. Though his wing had been mended, his heart had not. He sat on the edge of the cliff, and the great red dragon cried.

He cried for his loss, he cried for his pain. He cried because he knew that no matter how much he wished it, he could not undo the past, nor change the future. The signs were too many, and unmistakeable. He had been seperated from his mate in a storm, he had lost his wedding ring in the fall that had caused him injury. His heart was no longer in the fight to live, because life had dictated that he was not allowed to be happy.

He took great care to make certain that everything was in proper order before his time undoubtedly came. His son would rule in his place, and his daughter, being older than his son, would be his advisor, the one that he would call upon in times of confusion and need. By this time, the great reds eyes had faded from a fierce crimson to an almost dull brown. His scales from their glorious ruby coloring to a faint pink.

He settled down on the ground, and he waited. He closed his eye and waited for death to come and take him away.::

Unbeknownst to her sister, the black had followed, scowling at the pitiful sight of the elder before her.

Keeping t the trees, the black used her mindspeak to contact the Elder, so that her sister would not know. <<Pitiful.., ye are acting asssss a hatchling.., ssso a hatchling ye shall be...>>. The Elder would hear a spell in his head, one that no one else could hear, as she did the only thing she could to save the Ancient one.

The spell woven in the Elder Aurok's head would swirl around, sealing what little magic he had left, while his pink scales would shift back to red, though he would shrink down to a newborn hatchling should it work completely.

She would wait in the shadows of the forest then, piercing green eyes watching her work.

It wasn't his mate.., but yet another daughter, the black finally moving from her hiding space, giving a nod to her sister.

Scooping up the little red then, a wink would be given to Icer, before she wheeled around, returning the now newborn Aurok to the safety of the lair.

I will ssssee you at home ssssisssster..