*The young black dragon known as Drakmere was curled up in a nest with his mate, Solaria. Their egg had hatched! A healthy baby boy with scales the color of pure emerald green, and eyes the color of perfect sapphires.

His mate was asleep, resting after the excitement when the hatchling awoke, crying, demanding to be fed. He took his son in his arms, and proceeded to feed him meet that had been made ready, still cool, but not frozen. The fresh blood would give the hatchling strength. Once the little green had stuffed himself, and been burped by papa, he went right back to sleep.

He did not care for sleep, so dedicated was he. But even those who fight the hardest against it, eventually fall in. The young black fell asleep, curled around his mate, and his son, dreaming the happy dreams of a new father, dreaming of a new day with his son.*