The new dragonet woke up with a yawn. He turned onto his back and rubbed his head. Where was he?

Then, suddenly, a head poked up, right in front of him. "GAH!" he shrieked.

The dragonet laughed. So hard she fell over. It was a mean laugh. Cold. It made him shiver, even though he liked it cold.

"Wake up dingbat." She said and he looked around, suddenly aware of his surroundings. "Where is I?" He asked, scared.

She smirked. "Orphanage. Your an orphan, stupid. No one wants you." She said and went to the doorway.

No one else was in the room. Just him and her. He looked at her. "Why?" He asked, tilting his head.

She shrugged. "I don't know. You probably weren't good enough." She said and smiled evilly.

The dragonet hardly knew what this meant. But he would soon find out.

"The name's Tiala, by the way. I'm very popular around here. Everyone knows my name." Tiala said, crossing her arms.

Name. What was a name? Did he have one?
He sat up, looking around at cold room. It was bare. Except for the beds. 5 other's.

"You should probably head to Mistress. She'll get angry if you don't." She said and walked off.

The dragonet got up, carefully walking towards the doorway. He wobbled a bit, but balanced out. Then he walked down the hallway, stumbling a bit. Where was he going?

He made his way down the long hall until he saw a faint glow from a room. He peered inside, and saw a dragon. She looked grouchy as she filled out some paper thing or something. He carefully avoided the shards of ice in front of the cave.

"Uh..hewo!" He said, running in front of her and then tripping and falling face first.

Sheveara rolled her eyes in disgust. "Get up." She ordered.

The dragonet tried to but failed. He panted as he tried to lift himself up.

Sheveara glared. "Get. Up. NOW." She barked and he immediately got himself up, adrenaline filling him.

She narrowed her eyes. "Good. You'll soon learn how to behave like a true Icewing young sir." She said and got up, moving towards him.

The dragonet did not like her. She scared him. He wanted love. Not to be yelled at.

Sheveara crouched beside him and made him pose in a back stiffening way. He didn't like it. But every time he ttied to slouch, she poked him. "Posture. UNDERSTOOD?" she barked and he stiffened, nodding.

She stepped back, and looked at him in such hatred he wanted to hide. He somehow got the courage to ask-

"U-uh, what's a name? Can I have one?"

Sheveara groaned and slammed her head on the table. The dragonet cowered a bit. Did he do something wrong?

"NO. Or, yes. I don't care! Name yourself." She replied before quite literally shoving him out the door. "Now go. Do whatever."

He landed on the shards of ice, and right on cue, 2 of the dragonets came walking down the hall. They hardly paid him any attention, as he lifted his head, covered in bruises.

The newly hatched dragonet stepped out of the ice, whimpering and wincing. Why was she so mean? He must have done something wrong.

He looked at his hand and realized a peice of ice was in it. He pulled it out, wincing as blue liquid oozed out. The girl, Tiala, came by and laughed at him.

"Looks like you had a shard of ice in your hand....CLUMSY!!" she teased and continued walking.

Shard...shard of ice. He liked the name. It sounded sharp. He was only a week old. But....clearly that didn't matter.

"Shard." Shard mumbled and clenched his cut, wincing. Hmmm.

Life already seemed hard.