Northen Lights

She was cold.

That’s the only thing she knew.

No wait, that wasn't the only thing she knew: she was cold, lonely and afraid.

She didn't know where she was, she was just a tiny hatchling, born not even a day before and yet there she was, trying to make her way through the thick layers of snow, too high for her, hoping that someone would have arrived to rescue her from that ugly place.

She was starting to lose her hopes at this point, no matter how hard she cried, no matter how high her chirps were, no dragon had shown up to take care of the little black guardian hatchling, who stayed curled up under a leafless tree for hours, shaking desperately before deciding to get up and do something.

She didn't know what to do.

She was so small, and the world around around her was so big.

Not that she had walked for too long, though, she was pretty sure that she had simply walked in circle as she immediately recognized a weirdly shaped rock which she tried to climb a few hours before, with no success as it was icy and slippery.

She should have gone back where she started, she thought, lifting her head up to catch a glimpse of the tree where she spent the previous night.

The sun was starting to set, and soon every little glimpse of light would have disappeared, only to be substituted by scary darkness.

Going around in a unknown place when it's pitch black was not a good idea.

Morana sneezed as some snow got into her nose and made a turn, marching back to "her" tree and her egg shell, which she nibbled on when the hunger had become too much to deal with.

Maybe she could have taken a few more bites of it, considering how her stomach was gurgling.

She wondered for how long she could have lived off of it, but couldn't really find an answer.

She was just an hatchling after all.

And now she was there, laying under that three once again, her egg shell next to her, and her tiny body covered in snow, which was slowly falling from the sky once again.

She was still cold, sad and lonely, but at least she wasn't hungry anymore.

The egg was quite filling for being just a thin, crunchy piece of something.

She closed her eyes and put her tail over her nose, trying to protect it from the chilling air that felt like glass stabbing her chest.

She started to imagine something like a big popping fire, which would have warmed her up, and two strong arms taking her in and cuddling her, telling her that everything was over now, and she was going to be okay.

When she opened her eyes she was greeted by nothing but snow and cold, freezing winds.

No warm fires,

No comforting arms holding her,

Only darkness and herself.

She let out a soft whine, when she noticed something weird: on the candid snow there was a soft, greenish, hue, that definitely wasn't there before.

Lifting her head up Morana found herself staring at the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in her short life.

The sky was covered in shiny colorful lights, who reflected their colors on the snow, in a breathtaking mix of earth and air.

She held her breath, stunned by that miracle that happened right in front of her and felt her heart swell up with feelings she was too young to identify.

She was going to make it, tomorrow would be a new day and she would be stronger, she would survive.

And one day, she would have a family and she would have show them those magical lights.

She was going to make it.